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Doodles from past couple of days ft some mutuals lol

Echo: @roofgeese

Alex: @chadillacboseman

Kate: @bdfightclub

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Glasses

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doodles

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| a wip!! gasp. and a big spoiler piece from this next blood money chapter

| taglist - @weebsneku @advanced-imbecile-art @ellswips @neonshrike @bihanspookies @chadillacboseman @roofgeese @ash-shark

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The Sorcerer’s bemused expression met with a reflection along the vat’s glass, bright green illuminating as the Nightrider struggled within. His last breath attempted to hold as the icy water surrounded him, eyes shut tight in his struggle of a distant nightmare now turned reality. Unconsciousness was soon wrenched from the Nightrider, black and red curls obscuring his face as the fluids moved it about. Giving Shang Tsung the moment to study him.

Bandages replaced his stolen clothes, muscles riddled with surgical scars from his infancy. The large Y-shaped scar that faded in his own time, the delicate nature of studying his own projects, something that brought a nostalgic rush to the Sorcerer’s mind.

The Nightrider’s vat stood near the middle of the Flesh Pit’s laboratory, a wide scale view given to the man inside, had he not lost consciousness from overwhelm. Lit up alongside the other tanks that once held Mileena’s failed progressions. Failed experiments were replaced now, not emptied, distorted versions of the deposed Empress replaced with various sizes of sawed off tree limbs.

Shang Tsung’s attention was brought to other projects, among the promises the Emperor had him keep. Glancing just beyond to the bolted table that held what remained of Erron Black, swallowed by the Living Forest’s magic, his soul buried deep within the roots that suffocated his limbs. Bones shattered and reworked, an arm sawed crudely and shoved into the preserving fluids of the vats. His head was all that remained, despite the vague humanoid shape he maintained. Hair falling in blank eyes, roots binding his gear, his clothes, the muzzle of a mask sunken into rough skin.

Magic was all that bound the Gunslinger’s new form, magic and large bolts driven into the metal table. Awaiting further dissection, should his limbs cease consistent regrowth. Such a new and exciting project, a new kind of magic Shang Tsung had not seen in centuries.

Sedatives swam still in his current ordered project, the long awaited plans Shao Kahn had kept close… Studies Shang Tsung was in no position to turn down after the Cleric’s work on the island left his notes to rot. All he really had left of his patients were scarce samples, jars reflecting the failed subjects that would have been the Nightrider. Things reminiscent of the way the timeline went on before the world split in two.

Neither could make out exactly where they were, injection sites burning in matching places on their arms, unable to register through the blurriness clouding their vision. Despite it all, the Blood Kode still burned, its fire going dormant under the needle shoved through, fighting its way to drive the Blood Mistress’ instinct. Skarlet’s eyes couldn’t keep shut any longer, the eerie whispers of the warriors that her magic was bound to, ten thousand voices calling out…

She nearly wished she hadn’t. Wished she’d stayed unconscious with the blocks of red that filled the space behind her eyes. Hazel irises returned to that same bleeding red she’d held on the island nearly two decades before… Back when the arms dealer hoisted her over his shoulder, lacking legs.

Not a sound left her lips. Stained in dark red from the makeup smeared, the remainders of blood absorbed to repair what horrific state the Emperor left her in. At least now, her body was intact. Returned like normal through the journey from the Netherrealm to Shang Tsung’s island.

Most of her robes had been sliced and scattered, her bodice scissored and removed to avoid the intricate ties.

Her back pressed hard into the medical table, the large scar on her back pressing hard into cold steel, hands and wrists bound tight to ensure escape was non-optional.

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Just a little collection of Hotshot quotes 🥺❤️

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a new picrew!

I was tagged by @loverofthewindgod to do this picrew! I think we were supposed to make ourselves but I made Echo instead lol You can make yourself or your OC or both! Just make your own post please.

Echo - Mortal Kombat

I'm tagging:

@elligatorrex @chadillacboseman @pinkcatminht @bi-force-1 @meatgrinderminefield

@statichvm @suga-catt @firstaidspray @chewbokachoi @lasersinthejungle

@socially-awkward-skeleton @cloudofbutterflies92 @inafieldofdaisies @fereldanwench

@vivilovespink @belladelamorte @twobellsilence @purpleart55 @voidika

@mintspider @jackiesarch @shellibisshe @neonshrike @strangefable

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I have two bosses and one of them is actually so stupid it's making me suicidal

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I cannot engage with the Severance fandom because of the CONSTANT erasure of Dylan by fans. The racism is INSANE.

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Is this a safe space to admit that I want 1990s Sam Waterston so badly

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BENJAMIN BRATT as DETECTIVE REY CURTIS | LAW & ORDER 6.2 “Rebels”

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| yippeeee a wip. starting out the next blood money chapter :) spoilers ahead maybe.

| taglist - @bi-force-1 @weebsneku @elligatorrex @roofgeese @isacoremeow @chadillacboseman @bihanspookies @pigeonrocks

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The pair stumbled, the swirls of the portal around them erupting the gasps of ongoing mercenaries. Routines turned aimless in the absence of their leaders, now onlooking what was left of the Black Dragon’s hierarchy. Billie’s head hung as her knees nearly gave out, hands tightening suddenly around what she swore wasn’t in her hands before… Dark blue leather and silk concealing a curved blade, the hilt’s grooves melding just right in her organic fingers. Her breathing was heavy, uneven, unable to meet back the roar of questions, of whispers. Friends, her friends' voices. Their eyes. She swallowed hard, Netherrealm ash still stuck in the back of her throat, bitter reminders among others.

Kabal’s hand was quick to her back, excusing themselves through the crowds that began to form. The hiss from his oxygen just barely tuned out the small celebratory words, one of the masked men exclaiming a small victory over Kano’s absence. One that Billie ignored, through the numbness, the ache in the scar on her throat, the heaviness in her artificial limb. She let the Nomad nearly drag her by the back of her shirt, stinking of Hellfire and blood, caked in filth from the run for her life. She was too weak to speak, barely able to push on if not for the gloved hand near her spine. Leading her out of the base, out of the way of prying eyes, back to the house she’d run away from only days before. Neither dared utter a word, not as the spare key clicked into the lock, as the door pushed open. Boots were placed just by the door, as they always were, to spare themselves of the now absent words of a frustrated mother. Kabal’s gaze shifted downward, the girl’s posture never changing as she looked on into the house. An empty armchair, the empty sectional, the eerie silence as ice fell in the fridge. He wanted to say something. To order her to pack a bag, to stay the night elsewhere. Only, what good would it do? Letting her occupy the spaces Kira and Kobra had left months before, all that was frozen in time, as if they’d never left. As if their bodies weren’t buried in Outworld’s sand. “Kiddo, I – “ he cut himself short, a damaged peripheral finally catching a glimpse of the sheathed blade in her hand, “how the Hell did you manage…? Shit. That’s the Chaosrealm blade…” Billie’s head didn’t move, her eyes still locked along the blade. The short circuits in her cybernetics finally gave out, their last breath dying long before her escape through the Netherrealm’s twists and turns. She couldn’t have taken it out, even if she wanted to. The smell of blood was still too strong along its edge, her mother’s blood given in the final sacrifice. She didn’t even want to consider it. Imagination strayed too far after that initial slash, as the sounds filling the halls during her escape reverberated along the Bone Temple’s walls. “Where did you get this?!” Kabal asked, a newfound urgency in his tone that quickly dialed back upon the Dragoness’ lack of reaction, “Red must’ve…”

“I want to get rid of it,” she muttered clearly, “first thing tomorrow…”

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WIP Last Line(s)

tagged by @chadillacboseman @lilywatt @ellswips @cloudofbutterflies92 and @imogenkol thank you lovelies <3

From chapter 14 of Shadow Dance:

The stinging ache of being hit in the chest with the weight of a shovel's blade filtered out towards [Rory's] extremities. Her stomach dropping as she began to descend, the ground coming closer. Her whole body tensing for the fall. Nausea flooded her, head spinning. Vertigo. The vignette of white crept in from the corners of her vision, the high-pitched trill of tinnitus wailing in her ears. It all went black as her back collided with the edge of one of the desks the AQ fighters had been using for cover, a last cry of surrender to the shockwave as her consciousness faded away.

cod taglist (no pressure to interact): @lasersinthejungle @aceghosts @silkcrows @devil-kindred @taciturntraveller @sukoshimikan @voltac @thedeadthree @voidika @efingart @alypink @roofgeese @g0dspeeed @simplegenius042 @strangefable @direwombat @la-grosse-patate @josephseedismyfather @clicheantagonist @tommyarashikage @inafieldofdaisies @belladelamorte @justasmolbard @finding-comfort-in-rain @cassietrn @carlosoliveiraa

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— LAST LINE TAG

i was tagged by @chadillacboseman to share the last line i wrote. thank you tara. 🫶🏻

ft @jackiesarch’s isabel:

Isabel snorted, flicking a straw wrapper across the table before contorting her vocal cords into near-perfect Ross Geller inflection: “We were on a break!”

BONUS:

“Jesus,” Lily huffed. “Don’t quote Friends at me. It’s already done enough damage to this city.”

tagging: @jackiesarch @unholymilf @florbelles @shallow-gravy @blissfulalchemist @d-esmond @adelaidedrubman @belorage @carrionsflower @queennymeria @faarkas @socially-awkward-skeleton @teamhawkeye @roofgeese @firstaidspray @cassietrn @risingsh0t @shellibisshe @loriane-elmuerto @leviiackrman @strangefable @imogenkol @lasersinthejungle @tommyarashikage @voidika @raresvtm @chyrstis @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @simonxriley @neonshrike @shadowglens @poetikat @cloudofbutterflies92 @moonflowcr @elligatorrex @roses-n-rads @auricfog and @thedeadthree

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Last Line Tag

From the Zombie AU fic, featuring @roofgeese 's OC Echo, who is guiding Danny through a research lab!

"Basement level three," answers Echo, who is undoubtedly watching him through the security cameras that she hacked.

Tagged By: @chadillacboseman & @meatgrinderminefield 💕

No Pressure Tags: @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn @socially-awkward-skeleton @suga-catt @voidika @original-jade @middlechildwhoescapedthebasement @mintspider @bihanspookies @bi-force-1 @cloudofbutterflies92 @statichvm @vivilovespink @purgetrooperfox @jaydraw209 @likesugarandcyanide @lasersinthejungle @apepthehero

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Last Line Tag

I was tagged by @meatgrinderminefield

Gemma leapt to the side and a bright pink crystal erupted from the floor at her direction, striking the corpse in the chest and sending it skyward.

Tagging: @kateofthebd @socially-awkward-skeleton @lilywatt

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last line tag

| tagged by @gardening--tools who posted some original fiction 👁️👁️ this is also not fallout, but instead a piece of my extremely long mortal kombat novel, Blood Money.

| taglist - @weebsneku @bi-force-1 @bihanspookies @elligatorrex @chadillacboseman @roofgeese @thenukacolachallenge @isacoremeow @ash-shark

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Color blocks of red and drab green among the warm light of the Temple’s dungeons, flame light flickering as it lit his family’s escape.

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— ON REPEAT TOP 5

i was tagged by @fairyheart to share the first five tracks of my on repeat! thank you lovely! 🫶🏻💜

just using my tag game list from my sideblog, so no pressure!

tagging: @jackiesarch @unholymilf @florbelles @shallow-gravy @blissfulalchemist @d-esmond @adelaidedrubman @belorage @carrionsflower @queennymeria @faarkas @socially-awkward-skeleton @teamhawkeye @roofgeese @firstaidspray @cassietrn @risingsh0t @shellibisshe @loriane-elmuerto @leviiackrman @strangefable @imogenkol @lasersinthejungle @tommyarashikage @voidika @raresvtm @chyrstis @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @simonxriley @neonshrike @shadowglens @poetikat @cloudofbutterflies92 @moonflowcr @chadillacboseman @elligatorrex @roses-n-rads @auricfog and @thedeadthree