#I wanna read them all

[lauronk]

did an old-fashioned ao3 scroll last night to find fics rather than just relying on my author/story subscriptions and when i tell you my spinny wheel went from like 35 (I WAS FINALLY MAKING PROGRESS) to like 58 again. oh boy.

[joelslegalwhre]

I wanna make a “want to read in 2024” fic list, bc I’ve been missing out on so many amazing fics so if you have any recs or wrote something yourself don’t hesitate to tell me!!

[edenian-gothik]

[Trigger warning: Too much text]

Well, to add my five cents in the matter, I don't know…when certain people say “Oh, this fandom is dead”, I just have to wonder…

Is it really?

Because, let's be honest. Be it MK or any other fandom. I always found that no matter how “dead” we think it is, there's always someone, somewhere, who is willing to share either their knowledge (Canon wise) or ideas (Headcanon wise) for fun, for free, and for the whole community to enjoy.

In that sense, I would say, Mortal Kombat, as a concept, has never been more “alive”. You still have people dedicating themselves to either the OG retro area (First three games plus mythologies and some other media, that would be me), ps1 to PS3 area up to MK9 (With the additional exceptions of MKX and 11), or maybe people who like everything at once, even people who like some games and hate the others with a passion. Maybe you only played Shaolin Monks, Idk!

There’s even people that just started with MK12 (the one from 2023, I call it like that to avoid confusion with the original arcade one.), and they make a lot of content regularly.

I get where this can come from, the sudden lack of content or people to talk about your fandom is a huge deal sometimes, when you need it. It gets worse if you also don't get the specific kind of content that caters to your very own needs.

But that is why I love Tumblr. You have asks, gifs, memes, even some edits or videos depending on your fandom. And you have a super powerful tool, and that is to make content by yourself, and for yourself only.

I mean c’mon, I’ve been back here for like, three months I guess and I’ve come up with like, three accounts with people who created their entire AU universe just to explain plot holes for the original timeline!.

We also tend to have different views or versions or perceptions about the same fucking character, because we’ve given so many versions throughout the time, that we just chose that one we liked the most! And if it doesn't exist we create alternate versions. (Idk, Soft!BiHan, Dom!Kuai Liang, you name it.)

And you know what? We love it. I love collecting like five versions of Bi-Han or Kung Lao or whoever tf I encounter, and get ‘em all as if they were pokemons. Seriously, it's not that bad.

So, in conclusion, If you are thinking about this franchise or story you really love, and are spacing out at 3 A.M thinking about how great this new fanfic/headcanon/comic/video/fanart/whatever is going to be, even if you didn't do it yet, well, guess what. It's pretty alive within you!

These characters and their experiences are alive because you think about them and they live within you, rent free!

It's funny how many people say “If it wasn't because of this series or character I would maybe not even be alive today”.

Well…it's the same from the other side.

If it wasn't because of you, who exists and creates, this story wouldn't be alive. And that's fucking powerful, know your power!.

And also, do the fucking fanfic/fanart or whatever! (Yes I’m also calling myself out on that one). Many hugs, never stop being creative! I’m rooting for you!

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk! See ya in another post!

How it feel to be a Mortal Kombat fan in 2025

[stil-lindigo]

ARTISTS FOR PALESTINE 🇵🇸 - On the 6th and 9th of March, I'll be doing art requests on stream with other notable artists to raise money for Operation Olive Branch and the PCRF.

I'm incredibly lucky to be counting quite a few big names in the roster, including known Jesus and Odysseus enthusiast @wolfythewitch, the extraordinary fanartist @denimcatfish, and the incredibly talented @troubledminnesotan, as well as Lilypichu from OfflineTV.

You'll be able to watch the streams on the day of the event either on my twitch channel here, or via the links provided by the artists below.

Lilypichu

Cuptoast

Akairosu_

Sevvanto

Wolfythewitch

[andstuffsketches]

vanity

[ronanlynchbf]

tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY

[imagionationstation]

Reblog because 1) it’s in my bookmarks so it must be good (or at least interesting) and therefore read it y’all.

2) to spread more Donnie content because… ✨Donnie✨

3) so I can remember to reread when I have the time and energy to enjoy it properly and feel things 🔥

4) Because. My brain is thinking. Things ☠️

5) I also love an excuse to show off Puma’s artwork. LOOKIT!!!

“I'm a masochist” Puma, this is why we get along so well 💖

I don't regret anything...

Yes, guys, cry. Your brother is dead. You know, I think you could have cried a little bit in that episode, it's a shame the animators and writers don't work with tears. Or deep feelings...

Do I have to repeat that your brother is dead? And his best friend, who he has an apparently unrequited love for, killed him? It's very tragic.

I was crying.

[sableeira]

one flesh, one end

//

every second of the day I’m plagued by locked tomb thoughts. does anyone have a suggestion how to fix it?

[risibledeer]

happy christmas or merry holidays <3

i threw symbolism on this thing like glitter on a school diorama.

[arcanegifs]

Three CaitVi fics I've read over the holigays

be but sworn my love (E) by antant616

This fic is literally the trope of: slow burn but they're fucking the entire time. Also, CaitVi here are exes who are forced to play Romeo and Juliet in a play and ooooo the drama! I'm HOOKED.

Dear Stranger, (T) by becasbelt | tumblr

If you want to cry, read this. Absolutely beautiful canon-compliant fic. And for real, just read all of Anne's works. They're amazing ❤️

lucid dreams ‘bout you (M) by rosetattoos

Oh GOD I've never been so happy to see an update for a fic before. The last time this librarian!cait fic updated was like two years ago, and I gave up waiting for it. But lo and behold, what a GIFT for the holidays!!

[rainstorms-by-june]

wait no, please write it! i will love you for it 🥺

i live for the angst. gimme everything you got

why am i getting the strong urge to write angsty bucktommy but with main character death (sorry tommy)?!

i don’t think people would like me anymore, i don’t think i’d like myself because id be burying the gays :(

[kukopelli]

Nosramus !!! Haii !! Haii !!!

[hootyhoowoo]

A little 15 min doodle but first post of the year has to be Bingqiu!

[a-lurking-fae]

◇ SYNOPSIS ¡ — in which a girl is born, only to live in conplete and utter tragedy.

◇ WORD COUNT ¡ — 1.4K

◇ SERIES ¡ — BATFAM X FONTAINE! NEGLECTED READER

The sounds of a baby's wails plague the halls of the Wayne Manor, Richard Grayson— the adopted son of Bruce Wayne, who watches on his father's misery. His mother, well, adopted mother, has just passed away from childbirth. Her child (Name) is being held by their most trusted butler, Alfred.

Bruce holds his wife's hands as if it was his only lifeline, his screams of anguish mirror the infant’s cry for their mother. The night is filled with horrible memories, forever to be remembered.

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(Name) walks the halls quickly and quietly, afraid of the monsters that may take her if she is not careful. She opens the door to Jason's room. He was recently adopted by Bruce and was a delight to be with. Jason was her only refuge for warmth in this cold manor, although she was not oblivious to their… nightly activities.

She smiles at her brother, who just came from a mission, holding a book in her hand. “Hey bub! Do you want me to read you that one tonight?” Jason beams at you. A cute little sister to see him after he gets home? YES.

Jason lifts you to his bed, setting you near the wall to make sure you don't fall. He picks the book up and starts reading. After lulling you to sleep, Jason kisses your forehead, wishing you sweet dreams.

Jason is dead. That is what you can think about. Your father held a funeral for him to honour his memory. You hold onto his stuff. Sometimes, you sneak in his bed and sleep in it. The remnants of him were preserved in that room. You wished he could have seen you sing the songs dedicated to him on stage.

Tim came into the picture. He saw you as a weakness in the family. You could easily be kidnapped, an innocent civilian never meant to be here. But he cared for you in his own ways, how could he not? You were a bit younger than him, a cute little thing with doe eyes and chubby cheeks.

He maintained his distance, making sure not to get attached. He never really knew how to handle things like family after all. Barbara came to the manor sometimes, although you both never really had much interaction. Damian came into the picture. He was cute but a demonic thing nonetheless.

Cassandra, Stephanie, and Duke came to the family, with them being Orphan, Spoiler, and Signal. You were pretty jealous of Cass. She always seemed so… loved. You truly wanted to bond with them all.

They always spend time with each other, and heck, Dick sometimes came to the manor to spend time with Damian! He had time for everyone except you. Jason? He's avoiding you like the plague! You don't really understand why though, did you do something you weren't aware of? Tim, the boy barely interacted with you!

Damian? Nope. Barbara? Too busy for you, apparently. Cassandra? She's a bit scary, but she's fine. Stephanie? Also too busy! Your own biological father (who should definitely just be called sperm donor), ignored the fuck out of you.

You went to the beach to let out some stream. After all, can tears be seen and shed underwater? You swim to the far sea, the waves soon taking you deep. You try to reach the surface, but you can't. You breathe and— wait, breathe??

You open your eyes to unfamiliar waters, you see land and quickly swim towards it. Coughing up some water, you see two men, a flying snowball, and a very pretty lady. You feel dizzy, your eyesight is blurry, and… you lose consciousness!

You wake up, lain in soft silk sheets that definitely beat yours. You look around to see some people surrounding you. “Hello, dear. I am Furina de Fontaine, the Hydro Archon, God of—” She gets cut off by the snowball, “Just get to the point already!” she huffs in the air, kicking in frustration.

“Fine, fine!— Man in blue, My Iudex, Neuvillette. Man in black? The Duke, Wriothesly. Blondie, Lumine. Flying pet, Paimon.”

“I am not a pet!—”

Ms. Lumine— you believe, covers her mouth and takes her away with Mr. Wriothesly behind them. “Right, back to the topic, do you know this person, little one?” Mr. Iudex points to a painting, and you froze.

The painting looks hauntingly like the woman plastered on the walls of the manor— “Mom…” they both look shocked at your response, nodding at each other. “I am your grandmother, my dear. He is your grandfather. Do you think you could tell us what happened?”

“I… She's dead. She passed away after giving birth to me.” You look away. They're sure to hate you, too. Furina embraces you tightly, tears roll down her cheeks. The loss of a child is never light. Neuvillette pats her back, and you hear a light drizzle outside. It quickly becomes a turbulent storm, as Iudex weeps as well. The three of you embrace each other, unwilling to let go.

You eventually figured out how to get between the two worlds with your mother's diary. It was kept by Iudex, and not an inch of dust has reached its pages. You read about her adventures, how she ended up in Gotham, and how she decided to leave Fontaine.

“Your mother was a cheerful person. You certainly took after her the most. ”Neuvillettes's eyes softened at you. “My dear, do you truly have to return to that place? You could simply stay here—” Furina looks at you, you were an adventurer, she never really had the ability to keep you down. After all, she knew what that felt like.

“Nana, I like to explore, a trait from my mother. I have two vast worlds that allow me to see magical places. Who am I to refuse such sights?” You stuff your mouth with cake, it was your favourite flavor.

“The abyssal corrosion is taking me slowly, I believe I have enough time to explore more. That is my wish, nana.”

You smile at them, their expressions are unreadable. Neuvillette clenches his teacup, nodding at you. “If that is what you desire, then so be it my dear.” Tea time soon ends, and you return to Gotham.

You lay in your bed. ‘One last chance, then I'll stay in Fontaine forever.’ You think your performance was coming up soon. If they didn't come, then that is it.

The next few weeks were certainly nerve-wracking. On the day of the show, you get up on the stage, and do your absolute best. You sang your heart out like never before, people shed tears during your performance. They were nowhere to be seen. You should have expected this.

“Great job, (name)!” A stage designer came up to you, handing you some gifts from the crowd. You adorned a smile, pearls on your neck lit up at the lights. There are so many praises from people you don't know, yet not a single family came.

You return to the manor, quickly writing a letter to Alfred. You knew it couldn't be helped. You make your way to the beach, Alfred came home right when you left.

The letter sat on his desk, opening it shook him.

Dear Alfred,

It has truly been a delight to be with you. It is hard to simply leave you, so I leave you this letter. I hope that you may find your peace in this manor, thank you for all these years.

Truly yours,

– (Name) de Fontaine.

Alfred quickly went to the batcave, calling everyone on patrol. He accessed every camera nearby, trying to find you. Were you trying to kill yourself?

“Alfred?” Dick spoke first. The rest listened. “Ms. (Name) might be trying to kill herself, I'll try to find her.

Bruce is shook. What parent wouldn't be after hearing that. He doesn't know where to start looking, so he and Damian search the places your mother would go to.

Alfred finally finds you heading to the beach. You loved that place. “She's at xx-road, heading to xx-beach.” They all rush to the coordinates, hoping they weren't too late—

There you were, in a white dress, you could get sick in that! “Goodbye.” You start to turn to foam. They rush towards you, but they are too late. Your shawl floats to Bruce. He grabs it, trying to find a semblance of you. They'll find you soon, just wait for a bit.

You return to Fontaine, going to Palais Mermonia, munching on some pasta Furina made, as they both work.

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NOTE : Whew, so that was chapter 1! I'm loving the gradient hehehehe. (If I learn more I will become unstoppable)

[erinwantstowrite]

can you tell us anything about friendsgiving since it’s thanksgiving?

i can give you some out of context comic 🥰 this takes place during Friendsgiving (which i fear my turn into a short arc...) anyways i can't tell you what's being discussed here and it'll be funny watching y'all try to figure it out

[xxplastic-cubexx]

what kind of underwear do you think Erik and Charles wear (i'm not asking this to see them half naked) ((please believe me)) (((PLEASE)))

My Personal Belief is charles is a briefs guy while erik's a trunks guy. trunks/briefs kinda couple because i can

and idk just a lil bonus or somethin. as i do.