#Jacqueline Briggs

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Hanzo : Marry Takeda - Marry the entire Clan Shirai - Ryu. [Takeda : Wait, wait, wait…. ] Jackie : To the entire Shirai-Ryu. Ohohohohoho. [Takeda : Wait, wait, wait! No no, that's not what he meant. What are you thinking?! Jackie!?]

[spaghetsquid]

Idk about you, but I felt like this fit Takeda

[incorrectmkquotes]

Kung Jin: I have an idea.

Jacqui: A good idea?

Kung Jin: Let's not get ahead of ourselves here.

[liyawritesss]

ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ １７ － Ｄｉｎｎｅｒ Ｄａｔｅ

－ Welcome Home - Jacqueline "Jacqui" Briggs - Mortal Kombat

－ In which Jacqui returns home from her deployment and is welcomed with a beautiful dinner by her gorgeous partner.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll send in the reports later tonight, Cass,” Jacqui’s voice sounds on the other side of the door as she fiddles with her keys to find the right one to unlock her apartment door. Her phone is balanced between her shoulder and her ear as she does so, duffle bag thrown over her shoulder, weighing her down alongside the toll of another mission completed.

After a little too much time passing and a little too much pestering from her best friend and sergeant, Jacqui finally opens the door to the apartment. She expects to be met with darkness, but instead, she sees the place littered with candles, flower petals on the floor, and a clear view into the kitchen shows you at the stove cooking with music playing.

A few calls of her name from Cassie on the other end of the line brings her back into reality. She quickly tells Cassie that she’ll call her back, and she hangs up while closing the front door, alerting you of her presence. She’s still shocked at the spread that she’s walked into, and even more so when you start to approach her, and she gets a better look at the outfit that lies underneath the apron.

“Babe,” she breathes, “what's all this?”

You try to restrain your laughter from the look on her face. “What does it look like, silly?”

“You said you’d be out with friends-” Yes, Jacqui wasn’t expecting you to be home, certainly because she wasn’t expecting to be home, which is why when you mentioned spending Valentines Day with friends, she was all for it - she even sent you a deposit so that you could buy as many drinks as you wanted; drink enough for the both of us, she remembers texting you. To say she was thoroughly confused was an understatement.

“I had a talk with Cassie,” you tell her, taking the duffle bag from around her shoulders and tossing it to the side of the entryway - it wasn’t anything but a bunch of clothes you’d have to wash anyway, “how else did you think you’d be coming home at a decent hour?”

It starts to make sense, little by little. The way Cassie was acting on the phone, constantly reminding her about those reports, as if Jacqui would forget them - which she never did, by the way - and now it was sort of making sense. 

As you pull off Jacqui’s coat, a look of understanding finally crosses her face, her hand dropping to rest at your waist with a little smile. She kisses your cheek, earning a smile from you as well. “Go get cleaned up,” you beckon, “dinner’s almost ready. It’s your favorite!”

The soldier doesn’t have to be told twice; she places another kiss on your lips, muttering a sweet ‘I love you’ against them before she leaves to do as told.

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Red's Top Ten Mortal Kombat Pairings #5: Takeda Takahashi & Jacqui Briggs (Jakeda)

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[cringefailgirlfriendjohnnycage]

Cassie: I can fix her

Jacqui: No you can't

Cassie: No, no I can't... But maybe I can-

Jacqui: Nope

[lividamusement]

MK: Character Height Chart #4 (Special Forces)

Johnny Cage, Cassie Cage, Sonya Blade, Jackson Briggs, Jacqueline Briggs, Kenshi Takahashi.

Couldn't find a better Kenshi model, Don't have the internet to download everyone else's design from mk x..

[baddawg94]

Jade, Jacqueline Briggs, Jax Briggs, Tanya

Mortal Kombat

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Coming Soon: Bookshop Day returns on Saturday 12th October

Bookshop Day, organised by the Booksellers Association, is back on Saturday 12th October 2024 – and this year, the celebrations will include the creation of two bespoke bookshop murals, set to appear in Glasgow

Bookshop Day, organised by the Booksellers Association, is back on Saturday 12th October 2024 – and this year, the celebrations will include the creation of two bespoke bookshop murals, set to appear on sites on St Enoch Square and Blythewood Street in Glasgow city centre. Bookshop Day, which celebrates all bookshops on our high streets – participating retailers include Waterstones, Foyles,…

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W A T C H E D

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Reviewed: Big Finish’s Classic Doctors New Monsters Volume 4 – Broken Memories

Reviewed: @bigfinish’s #DoctorWho Classic Doctors New Monsters Volume 4 – Broken Memories

The fourth volume of Big Finish’s Classic Doctors New Monsters takes the range to a new level, this time solely focusing on three Steven Moffat creations. They’re so unique in different ways, they don’t disappoint. And isn’t it a funny coincidence that the anthology was released a few days before the exciting announcement of Moffat returning to write an episode for Season 1 (or as I prefer to…

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[Video/Audio Review] Force Of Nature: The Dry 2 (2024) by Super Marcey & Bede Jermyn

Force Of Nature: The Dry 2 (2024) Written and Directed by Robert Connolly based on the novel by Jane Harper Starring: Eric Bana, Anna Torv, Deborra-Lee Furness, Robin McLeavy, Sisi Stringer, Lucy Ansell, Jeremy Lindsay Taylor, Jacqueline McKenzie, Tony Briggs and Richard Roxburgh. Synopsis: Five women participate in a hiking retreat but only four come out the other side. Federal agents Aaron Falk…

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Anniversary Tournament

Last year for Doctor Who's anniversary I ran a tournament between Doctor Who stories, and I wanted to so something different again this year. A tournament between real people important to the history of Doctor Who, actors, writers, producers, directors, composers, production designers. Technically it'll be a tournament for the most infuential person to Doctor Who and its development over the years, but really I want it to be a celebration of all of these people, and not just the winner.

To that end, the nomination form, you can also submit nominations normally, ie sending me an ask or replying to this post, however I won't be accepting propaganda through those methods.

I'm thinking I'll close nominations on the 18th of November, that might change but probably not by much

Current Nominations:

if green then at least one person has submitted propaganda for them

Actors

Billie Piper

Carole Ann Ford

Christopher Eccleston

Colin Baker

David Graham and Peter Hawkins

David Tennant

Freema Agyeman

India Fisher

Jacqueline Hill

Jodie Whittaker

John Simm

Jon Pertwee

Lisa Bowerman

Liz Sladen

Matt Smith

Ncuti Gatwa

Nicholas Courtney

Pat Gorman

Patrick Troughton

Paul McGann

Peter Capaldi

Peter Davison

Rodger Delgado

Sophie Aldred

Stuart Fell

Sylvester McCoy

Tom Baker

William Hartnell

William Russell

Composer

Delia Derbyshire

Dudley Simpson

Murray Gold

Paddy Kingsland

Peter Howell

Rob Harvey

Ron Grainer

Segun Akinola

The BBC Radiophonic Workshop

Designers

June Hudson

Peter Brachacki

Raymond Cusic

Directors

Christopher Barry

Graeme Harper

Paddy Russell

Rachel Talalay

Richard Martin

Waris Hussein

Fandom

Marnal Gate

TARDIS wiki creator

The Audience

Craig Ferguson

Producers

Barry Letts

Graham Williams

John Nathan Turner

Philip Hinchcliffe

Verity Lambert

Writers (including script editors and showrunners)

Alan Moore

Anthony Coburn

Chris Chibnall

David Whittaker

Donald Wilson

Douglas Adams

Eric Saward

Gerry Davis

Grant Morrison

John Lucarotti

Johnathan Blum

Justine Richards

Kate Orman

Kit Pedler

Lance Parkin

Lawrence Miles

Marc Platt

Paul Cornell

Robert Holmes

Robert Shearman

Rona Munro

Russell T Davies

Steven Moffatt

Terrance Dicks

Terry Nation

Other/impossible to categorise

all the thousands of people who've worked behind the scenes

Michael Grade (BBC higherup who hated doctor who so so much)

Peter Cregeen (actually cancelled Doctor Who)

Sydney Newman

Nicholas Briggs

Gary Russell

John F Kennedy

Sue from Catering

The real historical figures who've appeared in the show

Shakespeare

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My confidence level does waver sometimes, but not for the endgame ships. It wavers for which book (Elucien or Gwynriel) will be next.

My real-life friends ask me how I’m so confident and… idk. I’ve been reading adult PNR/fantasy romance since 2010. Nalini Singh, Ilona Andrews, Anne Bishop, Grace Draven, Patricia Briggs, Sharon Shinn, Jacqueline Carey, Juliet Marillier… you name it, I’ve read it.

I’ve never been wrong about a future ship or outcome of a love triangle. Never. Even when something has taken years to resolve, I’ve never wavered. I don’t think I’m particularly intelligent; I’ve just been “trained” (so to speak) on how foreshadowing works. Sequel bait is a beautiful, long-honored tradition in romance, even for so-called “love-triangle” books (tbh I barely think the ACOTAR situation counts as one. It’s a half-assed rebound that doesn’t even get off the ground).

So, yeah. Believe and ship what you want; I’ve happily shipped many non-canon pairings while acknowledging that it’ll never be canon. But all my spidey senses are telling me that Gwynriel are mates and endgame. 🤷🏽‍♀️ I can only point to my years of reading experience. Believe it or don’t.

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Jacqueline Sonya Briggs, they could never make me think you're boring or a wasted slot.

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Kombatember Day 1: Family

Jacqueline Briggs and Cassandra Cage are born in close succession to each other.

Raiden hears about the Cage child first, though surprisingly, from Sonya, not Johnathan. She has a fond but resigned tone when she tells him, her eyes tired and warm. She explains that she’ll be taking leave from her position as Special Forces emissary to the White Lotus for a short time to manage the birth and keep the child out of harm’s way. It is one of the rare times Raiden sees her smile, and one of the even rarer times she seems embarrassed.

Johnathan takes her place a week later, as a temporary position only, and Raiden is struck by the new… weight he carries.

“I never thought I’d be a dad…” he mentions offhandedly one night, as Raiden stands with him in the belly of the Jinsei chambers, re-casting his wards. “Heck of a feeling.” Johnathan cracks a smile, but his eyes are dim. “Heck of a responsibility…”

***

Kung Lao and Liu Kang come to the temple in close succession.

Kung Lao arrives wrapped in his father’s tunic, a look of delight on the man’s face as he delivers him to Lord Raiden’s doorstep for a proper blessing. Raiden smiles down at the newborn as he takes him, cradling him in his arms as he traces prayers in arcs of light above his skin.

“You have a lovely name,” he murmurs. “I am sure you will make the Elder Gods proud.”

The child can barely crack his eyes open yet, but still, he reaches, cooing softly as his fingers stretch up and grasp for the heavens.

***

Jacqueline Briggs is born at a hospital in New York City. Raiden does not meet her for several months, but hears stories from Johnathan, and catches a call home from Sonya about having “their girls” meet. The Briggs family takes a long time to ever introduce them. Jackson Briggs has never been one for this life, not after his death, and he seems… hesitant to allow Raiden into another piece of it.

Nonetheless, on one particular summer day when the air is humid and the sky is heavy with summer rain, Raiden visits. It is Johnathan that brings him, of course, to meet the new children and to (confidentially) have Raiden see if there are any… issues with either of them. Their fathers have both been touched by the energy of the Netherrealm, after all, and Johnathan has his worries.

The Briggses have moved out to a farm in the countryside by then, surrounding themself with old vestiges of Americana and making a home for themselves away from the wreckage of war. Raiden feels… oversized in their house. He does not fit here among the picture frames and the scented candles and the discarded, muddy work boots. He does not fit well amongst the living. He stinks too sharply of the dead.

It is Jackson that carries the children out of the back room, one girl swaddled neatly in the crook of each mechanical arm, and Sonya following closely behind. He looks tired and unsure, leaning down to press his forehead to a sleeping Jacqueline’s before holding her out to Raiden. Raiden smiles.

“I will not hurt her, Jackson Briggs.”

His face tenses, knots, his eyes darting down to her before he sighs through his nose.

“I know,” he murmurs.

***

Liu Kang arrives to the Shaolin covered in blood.

He is a small boy, hardly a year old by the looks of him, pulled from the mangled arms of two bodies found at the foot of the sky temple and delivered swiftly into Raiden’s care. His men said it may have been animals. The knife wounds in their necks speak of assassins.

Raiden does not humor keeping him at the temple. It is too cold for a child of his size, and the bouts of rain will only leave him shaking.

So he brings him to the monks. To clean, and raise, and care for.

The trip is short, a burst of light into the inner courtyard, the guards on watch already rushing to meet him and relieve him of his charge. But the child holds on. Raiden glances down when he feels small hands tugging at his robe, smoothing a finger briefly over the dark wisps of hair sticking to the infant’s cheek.

“They will not hurt you, little one,” he murmurs. “You will be safe here.”

***

Human children grow so fast. Raiden has seen it happen countless times, and yet it never fails to surprise him.

In the blink of an eye, Cassandra Cage and Jacqueline Briggs are old enough to walk, then talk, then joke, then fight. They take to the work like fish to water, at first as spectators to their parents’ training, then prospective hires, and then…

“The Shirai Ryu say they have someone for this team, too, the Hasashi Takahashi kid.”

Raiden looks up from the proposal laid out on his desk. Johnathan is leaning back, his feet kicked up on the wood, fingers drumming a rhythm into the tactical cloth of his thigh.

“I… was not aware the two of them had—”

“Oh!” Johnathan sits upright, face surprised. “No no no not uh… like that, just… He’s Takahashi’s son, but grandmaster Hasashi helped bring him up. Name’s Takeda. Hasashi says you’ve seen the kid in action a bit, back when all that kamidogu shit went down. They think he’d be a good fit for our ranks.” He huffs. “And, Cass says Jacqui’s already been smitten with him in his first handful of visits to the training gym, sooo… good for team synergy.”

“Mm.” Raiden looks back down at the report. It is an… interesting proposal. A new group to help ally various factions together via their next generations. It would be the first of its kind, at least since the alliances during the tournament, and poses a powerful threat to their enemies should the bonds work as proposed.

Should they not, however…

Raiden’s brow furrows, but he aims for a pleasant expression when he addresses Johnathan once more.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention.” He smiles. “I will consider the recommendation. Thank you, Johnathan Cage.”

***

Raiden loses track of the number of times he is contacted about Kung Lao fighting too roughly. Not following his forms, breaking protocol for cheap hits, wrestling fellow Shaolin into the dirt. He is talented when he tries, they say, but is too easily angered when his pride is bruised.

It is why Raiden is not surprised when he receives yet another letter with word of the same kind of incident.

He is surprised, however, for that letter to include Liu Kang.

He has never transported himself to the Shaolin temple so quickly.

He finds the two of them sitting on the stone steps by one of the training yards, Liu Kang sporting an awfully purple cheek and Kung Lao nursing a bandage on his forearm. They’re laughing about something with each other, lounged casually in their training clothes, but at the sight of Raiden, they both tense and sit up straight.

“Lord Raiden!” Liu Kang exclaims. He is the first to his feet, bowing deeply. Kung Lao follows, his movements practiced and eyes wary.

Raiden waves for them to relax, removing his hat and leaning down to get a better look at Liu Kang.

“What in Earthrealm have you two been doing…” he hisses.

Liu Kang shrinks, shooting a glance back to Kung Lao. Raiden moves to him next, taking his arm gently to inspect the damage. It doesn’t seem broken, but he can see the spotting of blood beneath the linens. He frowns.

“We just fought too seriously, that’s all,” Kung Lao mumbles. “It’s not a big deal.”

Raiden’s gaze flicks to Liu Kang, who makes a strange face and hangs his head slightly. “It has been a little boring. I’ve already mastered the techniques I’ve been shown, but the masters say I haven’t. Lao challenged me to beat him and I accepted. We didn’t mean to get out of hand.”

Raiden sighs and straightens, taking a moment to find his words.

“I… understand you are not used to being away from family, Kung Lao,” he begins. “And Liu Kang, I know you are being given harder training but you—” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose briefly before staring down at them. They are young boys, so old already but still so fragile. Too fragile for the life ahead of them.

“But you are meant for better things than this,” Raiden says. “You are meant to aid in Earthrealm’s protection. By the words of the Elder Gods, and your families, and my own choice, you are to be raised as champions. Champions must learn to follow the rules before they can break them.”

Both boys stare up at him, worry and determination hard in their features. Raiden sighs again and crouches down on one knee, summoning his best smile.

“Focus, that is all I ask. Focus, and you will be great warriors in time, I know it.”

***

Kung Jin is nearly older now than Kung Lao ever was.

It is a thought that strikes Raiden one morning, as clear and piercing as a knife.

What a painful thing, he thinks. What an awful truth to bear.

He makes his way down to the memorial wing after morning prayers, walking quietly past the statues to the more intimate area of personal altars in the back. Liu Kang’s spot has a littering of small gifts, and Kung Lao has a wilted mix of flowers and treats spilling onto the floor of his. His family has not forgotten him, or his loss. They visit the temple regularly, even if their taste for Raiden has soured.

Raiden removes his hat, setting it to the side as he kneels before the inked portraits of his fallen boys. Their expressions do not change now, frozen in time and memory. He takes a breath.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, the same as he has every day before. The same as every day for years past now. The same as he will every day on, forever.

The room yawns, aching and quiet.

“I’m sorry you met your ends for me.”