#Scorpions Ascent

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ARCHAEONEWS / 1,800 year-old oil lamp used by Roman soldiers discovered by a pupil on a school trip in southern Israel

ARCHAEONEWS / 1,800 year-old oil lamp used by Roman soldiers discovered by a pupil on a school trip in southern Israel

Sixteen year-old Yonatan Frankel, a pupil from the Tamar High School in Hod Hasharon, was with his class on an annual field trip along the Scorpions Ascent in southern Israel. When his class stopped for lunch next to the Late Roman fort of Mezad Tzafir, Yonatan began to pick up rocks from the sand to look at them. “One of the stones that I picked up was full of dirt. I shook it off, and suddenly…

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In the Middle Of the Night🌙

-> Ao3 link is here.

-> Part Three is here.

Pairings : Bi-Han/ Sub-Zero x Reader, Kuai Liang/ Scorpion x Reader, Tomas Vrbada/ Smoke x Reader

Author’s Note : Welcome to another long chapter, everyone! 🙌🏻 (It’s about 11k words) Writing from Bi-Han’s perspective was a bit of a challenge, as he wasn’t always cooperative, but I’m proud of how it turned out. As I did with Kuai Liang, I put my own twist on his powers. (He is touch sensitive) Also in this version, I’ve adjusted it so that despite the portrayal in MK1 where Bi-Han doesn’t really see Tomas as part of the Lin Kuei, I’ve changed that here. Sharing the same trauma bonds people more closely, as my therapist once said, so I’m using that here to bond them as brothers!

Hope you enjoy diving into it as much as I did writing it! Happy reading!❤️

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In the middle of the night,

Just call my name, I’m yours to tame.

In the middle of the night,

In the middle of the night,

I’m wide awake, I crave your taste.

CHAPTER FOUR : BI-HAN

Bi-Han had never liked to be touched or to touch others.

As a cryomancer, Bi-Han was unaffected by the cold itself. Yet, any touch, no matter how gentle, caused him intense discomfort, akin to frostbite searing through his skin. This peculiar sensitivity, despite his otherwise stoic demeanor, left him feeling isolated and disconnected from those around him. The only exceptions to this rule were Kuai Liang and Tomas, whose persistent presence he gradually grew accustomed to over time.

As the future grandmaster of the clan, Bi-Han knew he had to cope with this discomfort and eliminate any weaknesses that his enemies could exploit, just the thought was enough to make his nerves tense. In order for him to protect and maintain the future of his clan, he had to be perfect; he could not have a weakness. It was impossible for him to make mistakes like others because, at the end of the day, he would be solely responsible for the cost.

The temple of his clan, where he had spent every day since he first opened his eyes, was nestled among the mountains, at the edge of the forest, surrounded by towering rocks and fortified walls. Despite the bitter chill of the morning frost, Bi-Han emerged from his room before the sun had even begun its ascent, his cryomancer abilities shielding him from the biting cold that would incapacitate others. Today, the weather was particularly tumultuous, with fierce winds howling through the mountain passes, a harbinger of the impending snowstorm. Despite the harsh conditions, Bi-Han sought comfort in the discipline of his training, finding strength in the knowledge that one day he would inherit his father’s legacy and rule the clan with honor and power.

His hands sometimes fell apart because he worked long hours, his wounds bled nonstop for several days, his legs sometimes trembled, contracted, and ached from fatigue, but Bi-Han turned a blind eye to all of them. Although it is a fact that he was cruel to everyone, he was even more cruel to himself. The relentless pursuit of flawlessness drove him to push his body beyond its limits, disregarding the signs of strain and injury. It was as if his own well-being mattered little in comparison to the unyielding demands of his ambition.

More machine than man, Bi-Han’s focus was solely on the future of his clan and the welfare of his brothers. As an assassin, emotional bonds were his greatest vulnerability and also a liability; enemies could use them as weapons against him. Despite this, Bi-Han made exceptions for Kuai Liang and Tomas. In the earlier days, he was wary of Tomas, seeing him as an outsider not yet fully integrated into the clan. However, Tomas’s unexpected achievements and unwavering loyalty gradually took him by surprise, earning his trust. However, Bi-Han never openly expressed his true feelings to either of his brothers. Emotions were shackles to him, vulnerabilities to use against him. He became adept at burying his emotions, concealing them beneath a facade of stoicism. Instead, he pushed their limits and often subjected them to his sharp tongue, all in the name of unlocking their full potential. Though he understood the underlying rationale for his strictness, Bi-Han avoided dwelling on it, choosing instead to bury those feelings deep within.

This transformation permeated his entire being over time. People shied away from confronting him, even avoiding making eye contact. Like his powers, his demeanor grew as frigid and merciless as ice itself. He concealed all traces of fear, weakness, and humanity behind the impenetrable walls he erected, never once allowing himself to glance back in their direction. The weight of leadership, burdened with its responsibilities and grim tasks, further solidified his detachment.

The day Bi-Han was appointed as the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was etched in his memory like a knife drawn on ice. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows across the courtyard, the wind howling through the mountains, and everything cloaked in an icy chill. With the loss of his father’s life, his heart beat strongly in his chest as he officially took on his responsibility in a simple ceremony before the clan elders. He had worked for this moment for years, and now as he stood amidst the frozen landscape the satisfaction he felt was unlike anything he had ever experienced. As he accepted the leadership mantle, Bi-Han vowed to preserve the clan’s traditions, to lead with wisdom and strength, and to protect its heritage against all odds.

But everything changed during their ill-fated mission to retrieve Quan Chi’s amulet. Bi-Han had always believed the trials he faced were diffucult, the stress thickening the walls he had constructed while honing his coping mechanisms. He often forgot he possessed feelings at all. Yet being ensnared as a love slave within the pages of a book presented a trial unlike any other he had encountered before.

Bi-Han contorted in agony as searing pain enveloped his body, his heart and mind consumed by swirling darkness. Despite his fierce resistance, the curse proved relentless, its cruel grasp tightening with each passing moment. Every fiber of his being screamed in protest as he fought against the overwhelming force, but it was as if he battled against an invisible, unyielding foe. As he writhed in torment, Bi-Han felt the tendrils of his sanity slipping away, replaced by an insatiable hunger beyond his control. In that moment, he knew he was no longer the master of his own fate, but ensnared by the caprices of lust—a fate more tormenting than death for a man who had spent his life mastering the art of control.

Bi-Han initially fought with every fiber of his being, honed as he was in the ways of an assassin since childhood. Taking a life had become as natural as breathing for him; he executed his duties without hesitation, always looking forward without a flicker of remorse. But this situation was unlike any other. Despite his desire to confront and overcome this weakness, physical contact had always unsettled him. The myriad sensations overwhelmed him, hindering his ability to focus and defend himself.

The relentless persistence of the curse, turning this discomfort into a constant torment, pushed Bi-Han to his limits as never before. Like he always did, he also concealed this vulnerability, never allowing it to surface and be used against him. Yet now, this situation had brought about an unforeseen consequence; nearly every master of the book who came and went sought to “tame” him.

Bi-Han was well aware of his challenging temperament, he bared his teeth, lashed out with insults, refusing to allow anyone to assert control over him. He was not a possession to be claimed; he was an assassin and the grandmaster of an esteemed clan, determined to safeguard his reputation and honor at all costs. However, the curse spared no effort in testing him, as it did in all things.

Given his heightened sensitivity to touch, fulfilling their desires proved more difficult for Bi-Han compared to his brothers. Coupled with his abrasive personality, he inevitably stood out as the outlier among them. Most of the masters relished the challenge of attempting to tame him. Despite his burning desire to unleash his fury upon them and spill their blood, the protective barrier surrounding them thwarted his efforts each time, leaving him writhing in agony.

He refused to be controlled like a mindless animal, he would sooner take his own life than submit. It was not in his nature to surrender without a fight, to yield until his last breath. This defiance was quickly understood, but when the punishments were directed at his brothers instead of himself, Bi-Han found himself compelled to submit, despite the vehement protests of his soul.

The methods used to tame him differed from those employed with Tomas and Kuai Liang. Bi-Han lacked the knowledge of how to navigate intimate interactions, particularly with the opposite sex. His life had been consumed by rigorous training and duties, leaving no room or desire for physical contact. After all he had always recoiled from touch, never seeking it or showing any curiosity about it. Focusing proved exceedingly difficult for Bi-Han, especially initially, as he struggled to regulate his body temperature. Prolonged contact resulted in searing pain and burns on his skin.

In the room, two women surrounded him, one beneath him as he drove into her with hard, fast thrusts, eager to end the encounter as soon as possible. The other, his current master, positioned herself behind him, her arms coiling around his body like a serpent, her hands grasping his pecs and trailing down to his abdomen and upper legs, where his muscles painfully contracted under her touch. She watched him intently, issuing commands to satisfy their pleasure, her tongue tracing along his jawline with small, biting movements. The air was heavy with their mingled scent, their moans grating on his nerves. Sex and sweat permeated the room, each touch searing pain into his skin, overwhelming him and making it difficult to focus. His muscles tensed, veins bulging visibly beneath his skin, and he felt trapped in this hellish place with no means of escape.

Over time, he had learned to grit his teeth, ignore the pain, and maintain control over his body. The burns on his skin had decreased and eventually vanished altogether, yet Bi-Han derived no pleasure from it. The constant tingling sensation, like millions of tiny needles dancing across his skin, persisted, causing him to clench his jaw in frustration. His demeanor grew even more obstinate, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He harbored a particular resentment towards himself for his inability to put an end to the situation. How much longer could he allow his honor to be trampled underfoot? Time continued to pass, yet he remained entrenched in the same place, consumed by turmoil.

His fists clenched tightly at his sides as he surveyed the vast landscape before him. Departing the cramped apartment before sunrise had become routine; he detested confined spaces, and the apartment felt as suffocating as a doghouse. With a determined effort, he forced his nerves to remain steady, inhaling deeply the crisp, cool morning air.

A month had elapsed since their emergence from the book, yet nothing transpired as he had anticipated. He had expected his brothers to exhibit a sense of sensibility, maintaining their customary distance and aloofness, as they did with all other masters of the book, except Leilani. Tomas, the most naive among them, was quick to extend trust and belief, a habit Bi-Han begrudgingly tolerated, especially after the events with Leilani. Yet, Tomas seemed to revert to his trusting nature in your presence, sporting a foolish grin and soft, welcoming gaze. While Bi-Han could comprehend Tomas’s susceptibility due to his youth, he struggled to fathom why the hell Kuai Liang chose to share the same fate. He was logical, cautious, and maintained a calculated distance from others, knowing the dangers his powers could inflict. Although he had mastered control over his abilities, ingrained habits die hard, and Kuai Liang remained vigilant against causing intentional harm beneath his stern demeanor.

The fact that both of them succumbed to your influence, and so swiftly, perplexed Bi-Han. From his observations, your approach mirrored Leilani’s initial demeanor—calm, gentle, and devoid of authoritative commands. Yet, Bi-Han remained convinced it was all a facade, awaiting the moment when you would reveal your true intentions. Patience was not his forte, but once he set his sights on his prey, he would not relent, biding his time for a misstep to expose your true nature. Despite his brothers’ failures, he remained resolute in his distance from you, determined not to fall to the same mistake. He had sworn an oath to end this and had no intention of breaking it. When two months pass, he’ll remain as the sole fortress in this situation, committed to restoring his brothers to their former selves. Whatever game you were playing, Bi-Han was resolved not to allow you to reduce them to rubble. It had happened once before, and he would not permit history to repeat itself.

A few days prior, he had successfully contacted Sektor via your mobile phone. Sektor, one of the clan’s foremost assassins, possessed unparalleled expertise in electronic devices, often partnering with Cyrax on missions. In the ten years since their entrapment within the book, this was the first time Bi-Han had managed to establish contact with them. Contacting his clan had been a daunting task, as previous masters had imposed stringent bans, subjecting them to severe punishment if disobeyed. Enduring the pain himself was one thing, but risking the safety of Kuai Liang and Tomas was another. They had always supported each other, relying solely on their own trust and dependence.

Sektor mentioned that he would come once the connection was established. He wanted to verify for himself if the person who contacted him was truly the grandmaster of their clan, with his brothers, also second-in-commands, accompanying him. Bi-Han couldn’t blame Sektor for his caution; he would have taken the same approach if he were in Sektor’s position.

As the sun slowly cast its warm glow upon the awakening city, Bi-Han rose to his feet. A few blocks away, he silently descended from the rooftop, using the fire escape to make his descent. Despite the passing years, his body still tensed with apprehension at the thought of returning. He refused to acknowledge the draining effects of the curse upon him, despising every aspect of it—his weakness, his submission to its power, his dependency. These traits clashed with the values he had imposed upon himself, and he loathed them to his core.

Upon returning to the apartment, he sought to enter without a sound, wary of your keen senses that could detect even the slightest noise. Your ears were too sharp for a human; you could easily hear him coming and turn your attention to him. Despite his attempts to push you away with his brusque demeanor, you never wavered in your kindness. A plate of food always awaited him, set aside with care, and despite his biting words, you never cast him out or administered punishment. Bi-Han couldn’t comprehend your motives—why weren’t you angered by his actions?

In the days following their emergence from the book, it became apparent that you harbored fear towards him and his brothers. Your movements and speech were cautious, tinged with timidity. However, as time passed, this fear seemed to dissipate, particularly in your interactions with Tomas and Kuai Liang. Though you maintained a distance from him, your influence over him was profound. A single word from your lips could bring him to his knees. Yet, even though you refrained from wielding that power, Bi-Han saw no reason to hold back from testing your boundaries. He yearned for you to reveal your true self, to discard the mask you wore. With each passing day, his nerves stretched taut like an arrow, poised for release.

A deep conversation flowed between the three of you, so engrossed that neither you nor his brothers heard his silent entrance. Bi-Han observed quietly from his position, unmoving. In the kitchen, Kuai Liang and you were preparing breakfast. It was no surprise to see his brother immersed in the task, given his secret interest in food, but witnessing him so relaxed and at peace beside you was an image Bi-Han hadn’t seen in a long time. Meanwhile, Tomas lounged in one of the chairs at the kitchen island, engaged in animated chatter about movies while absently stroking the kitten perched on his lap. The faint strains of music from your phone wafted through the apartment, adding a tranquil ambiance to the scene.

Struggling to contain his anger, Bi-Han gritted his teeth at the sight of his brothers’ expressions. After all they had endured, how could they choose to trust again? Had none of them learned their damn lesson? When they faced the harsh realities of the real world once more, it would be too late. The book had stripped them of their identities as assassins, reducing them to mere instruments for the satisfaction of its owner. This was the bitter truth even if the owner had no desire for them; such was the insidious nature of the book, compelling its wielder to use them.

Despite the cramped confines of the apartment and the thin walls that allowed certain sounds to permeate, Bi-Han detected no indication of intimacy between you and his brothers. Your interactions typically consisted of innocent touches and kisses; he saw no demand for more. However, he knew it was only a matter of time before this changed, as he had witnessed such scenarios before.

Your body would ignite with primal urges, gradually clouding your mind until all you could think of was desire. As you resisted, the need would intensify, evolving from a flicker into an inferno, causing you agony, prompting you to seek relief using his and his brothers’ bodies. Once this barrier was breached, the rest would follow more easily. A few of the past masters, aware of their capabilities, hesitated to utilize them even under the book’s protection. However, when consumed by desire to the point of losing their sanity, they would resort to using their bodies for release, realizing that they wielded true power in such moments. They were no longer individuals with thoughts, wishes, or desires; they were merely slaves to be used at the whim of another. Bi-Han felt dehumanized, reduced to a mere object, easily discarded once his purpose was served.

The first to sense his presence was the pesky cat, leaping from Tomas’s lap in a frantic dash, its tiny legs propelling it as fast as they could go. Bi-Han restrained himself, resisting the urge to freeze the creature in its tracks. For some inexplicable reason, the cat seemed fixated on him, adding to the already cramped quarters of the apartment as he struggled to fend off its insistent attempts to climb onto his lap.

“Bi-Han, when did you get here? Hey, Ninja, wrong way, girl. Come here.”

As Tomas rose to retrieve the cat, both Kuai Liang and you turned, your gazes meeting his. Bi-Han observed the fleeting spark in your eyes, your lips parting as if to speak, only to halt at the last moment, offering instead a timid smile before refocusing on your task. Neither he nor his brothers missed this subtle exchange. While Kuai Liang observed you silently, brows furrowed in contemplation, Tomas’s initial concern flickered briefly in his gray eyes before morphing into indifference tinged with a hint of resentment upon meeting Bi-Han’s gaze.

Cradling the persistent kitten attempting to climb his legs, Tomas muttered softly under his breath, audible only to him.

“This is your doing. Are you satisfied now?”

Bi-Han’s brow furrowed deeply as he absorbed Tomas’s response, a pointed glance conveying his dissatisfaction as a muscle twitched in his jaw. It seemed absurd to feel unsettled now that you were finally grasping his cues. He had grown weary of your saccharine words, always probing if he was alright or offering assistance that he did not seek. Your sincerity failed to sway him; instead, your persistent interference felt like an unwelcome intrusion. So while he should have been content with your quiet acknowledgment, Bi-Han found himself strangely different. It was as if he hadn’t anticipated you relenting and giving him what he desired; instead, he was met with a hollow emptiness.

Instead of responding to Tomas, Bi-Han shoved him with his shoulder and strode past, trying not to indulge in the tantalizing aroma wafting from the kitchen. Judging by what you and Kuai Liang were preparing, it seemed to be an Asian breakfast, the nostalgic scent evoking memories.

“Are you hungry?” Kuai Liang asked, casting a sidelong glance at him. Bi-Han made a small affirmative sound. Among them, he could endure hunger the longest; his metabolism was slower than his brothers’, allowing him to subsist on just water for weeks without issue. Especially after the curse, he often forfeited his meals to Kuai Liang, who needed sustenance more urgently. The strong survived, after all.

However, Bi-Han noticed that his meals were often laced with aphrodisiac-style drugs, subtly altering his senses and clouding his mind. At those moments, it was as if his body was enveloped in a thick fog; his hands and feet became unnaturally heavy, as if weighed down by lead. His senses dulled, his vision blurring at the edges, and his thoughts slowed to a crawl, as if his brain was wrapped in layers of cotton wool.

He resisted eating to avoid vulnerability, refusing to succumb to such manipulation again. Yet, you always reserved a plate for him, untouched by others, even when he abstained for days. It was as if you understood his reluctance and respected his choice.

Almost as though you had read his thoughts, when you put the plate you had prepared in front of him, Bi-Han lifted his head and looked at you again, meeting your gaze. You weren’t looking at him the way you looked at his brothers; it couldn’t be said that you were afraid, but there was a bit of underlying timidity in your gaze and a sadness that he couldn’t understand. In earlier days, Bi-Han was filled with terrible rage because he thought you were pitying him. However, with time and observation, he realized that he was mistaken in this belief.

“Do you want some green tea?” you asked, and Bi-Han silently confirmed. As you turned to prepare it, he felt a slight weight on his leg. Without needing to glance down, he sighed inwardly, ignoring the cat’s plaintive mewls.

“Ninja! Are you gambling with life? Come here.”

“How difficult can it be to control this pest?” Bi-Han remarked, breaking his silence and turning to Tomas, who had been holding the cat.

“Would you believe it’s harder than some of the missions I’ve been on? It’s so tiny, I feel like I’ll crush it if I hold it too tightly,” Tomas replied, eliciting a chuckle from you. Setting down the cup, you moved to pick up the cat, cradling it gently in your arms as it wriggled in protest.

‘’Come here sweetie, your breakfast is here.’’

Bi-Han kept his gaze fixed on you as he took a sip of his tea. Watching you care for the little cat in your arms, he couldn’t deny the sense of peace that settled over the room, despite his reluctance to admit it. The subtle smile on your face, the tender look in your eyes as you cradled the kitten with such delicacy, as if afraid of causing it harm… These details felt genuine and convincing, casting doubt on his previous perceptions of you. Despite the lingering uncertainties swirling in his mind, for a brief moment, Bi-Han entertained the idea of reconsidering them, but quickly dismissed the thought to a remote corner of his mind. With a hardened gaze, he reminded himself that pondering such matters was futile; their time here was limited, and he had more pressing issues to attend to—such as finding a way to put an end to this curse.

‘’Oh, somebody’s pretty hungry,’’ you said with a chuckle, watching the kitten eat with gusto.

‘’When is she ever full?’’ Kuai Liang hugged you from behind, planting a small kiss on your cheek as he observed the cat over your shoulder. Bi-Han struggled to contain his disdain, unable to stomach his brothers’ easy affection for you. Seeing them so tender was unfamiliar; he hadn’t known they harbored such warmth. Tomas was mild-mannered, Kuai Liang a mediator—they both possessed kindness, but this was different. It felt as if he were witnessing something sacred, untainted, and pure.

He also didn’t want to admit it, but looking at both of you, you looked good. Covered by his brother’s arms, you seemed soft and vulnerable, but also well-protected by the muscular arms, shielding you from any harm. You were almost radiating with a gentle warmth, soaking Kuai Liang with the same energy, making him more relaxed than ever.

‘’You’re right, she has an appetite that defies her small body. I’ve started to worry that I won’t be able to keep up.’’ you said with another chuckle, affectionately nuzzling Kuai Liang and placing a loving kiss on his cheek in return.

‘’Can you blame her after what she’s been through on the street?’’ Tomas interjected, popping a slice of peach into his mouth from where he sat.

‘’True, she’s been through a lot,’’ you acknowledged, turning to Tomas with a look that was a blend of sadness and warmth. ‘’But she’s in good hands now.’’

‘’We won’t let her go hungry again, we’ll make sure of that.’’ Kuai Liang affirmed, a gentle smile lighting up his face. The spark in his eyes, so reminiscent of yours, exuded hope and vitality, as if each glance at you reignited his spirit.

Bi-Han listened in silence, his facial expression betraying his inner turmoil. This situation diverged from anything that had defined their lives for years. He could already see his brothers becoming attached to your presence. Your natural demeanor, particularly your smile, never failed to catch Bi-Han’s attention, offering a glimmer of hope he couldn’t dare to believe. He wished he could feel the same; waking up without the curse looming overhead, knowing he could return to his clan, should have been a comforting notion.

‘’You talk as if you’re going to keep this cat here,’’ Bi-Han remarked after a while. There was a brief silence as you wriggled out of Kuai Liang’s arms and reached for your own cup, giving the kitten a final stroke on the head.

‘’She’ll stay here until I find her a good home, but my priority is to help her regain her strength and socialize,’’ you explained gently. ‘‘My budget is barely enough for myself, and I don’t know what will happen if I can’t find a job soon. Unfortunately, I can’t meet the needs of a cat under these circumstances.” There was a hint of sadness in your voice, as if you had already grown attached to the little creature and were reluctant to let go. Bi-Han’s gaze shifted to the kitten, standing a little apart from you.

The kitten was indeed tiny, easily overlooked if one wasn’t careful where they stepped. Yet, it possessed a courage that belied its size. Despite Bi-Han’s imposing stature and deep voice, the kitten persistently sought his attention, jumping at his ankles, meowing, doing everything to engage him. Its bravery reminded Bi-Han of you, actually— despite the biting words he hurled at you, you still sought help, a notion he struggled to comprehend. After all, they were total strangers to you, and there seemed to be nothing to gain in return. On the contrary, you stood to lose the power and control you had over them, something coveted by many but attainable only by you.

It seemed unbelievable that you would willingly abandon this control.

***

You left the house a short time ago for another job interview that you found couple days ago. They were all aware of your situation before you mentioned that the budget was tight. Even though there was a brave smile on your face, trying not to show your distress, Bi-Han could see all too well the underlying worries, as could his brothers. You weren’t as adept at hiding it as you thought you were.

That’s why Tomas and Kuai Liang decided to take advantage of your absence and left the house right after you did. Since you gave them unlimited space to act as they wished, without giving them orders or prohibitions, his brothers decided to ‘shop’ at the grocery store to support you—though their true intention was to steal. Tomas was extremely skilled at it when it came to stealth, thanks to the smoke magic. They wanted it to be a surprise for you when you came home, regardless of whether you got the job or not, to at least put a smile on your face, and they wanted to support you because they shared the house. Bi-Han didn’t even try to stop them or reason with them; he found it quite pointless now. He had realized weeks ago that his warnings were useless. He could only protect himself in this matter.

Although he hoped to enjoy some quiet time alone at home, the pest wouldn’t leave him alone for a moment. As danger signals emanated from all over his body, either the cat was too half-smart to understand it or it didn’t care about the consequences. He didn’t want to lock himself in the study; he was already locked in there when he wasn’t going out. The moment he stepped out of the room, it grated on his nerves to see you and his brothers hanging out without a care, laughing and having fun.

When the kitten continued to cling to his ankles, squealing for the last five minutes without stopping, with a sound so thin that it almost bled his ears, Bi-Han growled, crouched down quickly, and grabbed the cat by the neck, lifting it to eye level with him. “What?! What do you want?” When the words burst from his lips almost like a roar, the silence he had longed for covered the room.

While the kitten stared at his face speechlessly, Bi-Han also breathed deeply and met the cat’s gaze. But then something unexpected happened, when the cat started purring loudly and rubbed its small head against his chin, this time Bi-Han remained absurdly motionless. He shuddered with a strange feeling when the soft fur touched his chin. It wasn’t hatred, but it was unfamiliar. It was the first time he had come into contact with a pet since childhood.

“So, this is what it takes to keep you quiet, huh?’’

The kitten let out a mew as if she understood his words, rubbed her head against him a little more, and when she started purring louder, Bi-Han felt the edges of his lips curl up to form a smile. Just like Tomas said, the kitten was tiny between his long fingers and his big hand. It was so easy to hurt her; he could have ended her life instantly with a little squeeze of his hand. But instead of doing this, without stopping the kitten’s purring for a moment, he pushed her small, soft, and imperceptibly light body into the area between his neck and shoulder, surprising even himself.

With the comfort of no one seeing him, Bi-Han collapsed on one of the seats and started stroking the little body with his other hand that was not holding the kitten. His actions were probably too careful to be funny to an outsider; he avoided ending the cat’s life for the slightest mistake because the possibility of this was quite high. Bi-Han didn’t know how long he had been sitting on the couch like that. When the kitten’s purring gradually decreased and finally stopped completely, he took her back into his lap to see her sleeping body.

The only place that was white on her body, covered with black fur, was her eyes, which was a funny detail, creating the impression that she was wearing a mask. Her ears, which had been huge at first, were now standing more proportionally on the top of her head as she gained weight. With her tiny nose in a triangle shape and pink paws underneath, curled up like a ball on his hand, sleeping deeply, Bi-Han couldn’t help but be surprised that this little animal had trusted him despite everything.

At that moment, when the front door swung open with a deafening crash, Ninja jolted upright, her fur bristling as she leaped from his lap to seek shelter behind the seat. It couldn’t have been you or his brothers who came; none of you had ever opened the door with such force before, as if intent on shattering it.

As an old silhouette, one that Bi-Han hadn’t laid eyes on in a decade, crossed the threshold accompanied by a dozen assassins, Bi-Han’s eyes widened imperceptibly. Yet, amidst the initial shock, a sense of familiarity washed over him, like finding an anchor in the stormy sea of uncertainty. Sektor’s presence, along with the assassins bearing the emblem and colors of their clan, brought a surge of relief, as if Bi-Han had finally returned to the familiar grounds of home, sense of belonging and reassurance, the tension that had gripped his shoulders for so long finally beginning to ebb away.

“Grandmaster,” Sektor greeted with a sharp inhale, leading the group in a respectful bow before Bi-Han. “It’s been too long.”

Sektor’s face bore the familiar features Bi-Han remembered, albeit with a slightly bushier and longer beard peppered with white streaks, his black hair pulled back tightly with strands of gray weaving through the dark locks. The passage of time was evident in the wrinkles near his eyes, a silent testament to the years that had slipped by in his absence. With an incredulous expression on their face, Bi-Han gestured for them to raise their heads as they greeted him. He briefly embraced Sektor, one of his right-hand men and a loyal friend, feeling a sense of familiarity and trust in his presence.

‘’You found the apartment spot on.’’ he said as he stepped back.

‘’I followed the signals from the phone with which you contacted us, and it led us to the woman you mentioned,’’ Sektor explained, gesturing to one of the men behind him with his head. ‘’She put up quite a struggle.’’

As the group of seven split into two, revealing you with an assassin gripping your arm, Bi-Han’s heart clenched at the sight of your distressed form. Your eyes widened with fear, unshed tears glistening, while blood trickled from your lip and purple fingerprints adorned your throat. The desperation in your eyes struck him deeply, igniting a fierce protective instinct within him. He didn’t even grasp how it happened; one minute ago, he felt a deep-rooted sense of belonging after seeing his clan members in front of him. But now, seeing you shaken and hurt because of him, he felt a surge of emotions he didn’t know he had. He couldn’t understand why. Why was he feeling this way? He should feel relieved, since the book only protected you before them, not from the outside world. It was a possibility that you could get hurt. But now, it didn’t sit well with him. You didn’t deserve this treatment from him or his men.

‘’Release her,’’ Bi-Han growled, his voice laced with authority, anger and a little bit of protectiveness. When the assassin hesitated, Bi-Han seized their wrist and forcefully pulled you towards him. You were startled by his grip, his touch either too cold or perhaps the recent events had left you shaken. Whatever the reason, it prompted you to avoid his gaze, focusing instead on the ground beneath you. In that moment, Bi-Han anticipated the familiar pain that usually accompanied touching skin, however, to his surprise, all he encountered was the remarkably soft and sensitive skin beneath his fingers.

“Bi-Han,” your voice, usually moderate and friendly, trembled with fear, resembling a fading whisper. ‘’Let me go, please. I just want to retreat to my room.’’

Even after everything, you were still pleading instead of demanding or seeking vengeance for the harm inflicted upon you. Standing there, head hung low and trembling slightly in his grip, the quiver in your voice as you implored him to let you retreat to your room—all these details spoke volumes. They revealed a vulnerability that struck Bi-Han sharply. In that moment, it dawned on him with startling clarity. Perhaps, from the very beginning, your actions had been genuine, and this moment was the ultimate test to reveal your true nature. It was a realization that left him reeling and cast doubt on his previous assumptions about you.

The timbre in your voice, your posture, or whatever it was, made Bi-Han pull his hand away from you as if it had been burned. Throughout the whole encounter, you hadn’t lifted your head once, and as you quietly passed into your room without a word, Bi-Han was at a loss for what to do with the emotions that were rising up inside him.

“Grandmaster?” Sektor’s voice interrupted his thoughts, and when Bi-Han turned his gaze back to the others, he saw them watching him carefully. “Did we do something wrong?”

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” Bi-Han replied, avoiding a direct answer. “And be careful not to step on the cat.’’

With those words, he followed after you. When he looked through the partially open bedroom door, he saw you sitting on the end of the bed, your back facing him. He knocked once to announce his presence and then entered without waiting for your response. Startled, you glanced over your shoulder, an old T-shirt in one hand as you dabbed at the wound on your bleeding lip. You appeared small, vulnerable, and innocent, tears streaming down your cheeks silently. Your expression bore a sadness that tugged at his heartstrings, catching him off guard.

As Bi-Han closed the door behind him and stepped inside, you tried to wipe away your tears with a sniffle. “I didn’t know you hated me this much,” you said, your voice hoarse with emotion. Another tear crept down your cheek, and Bi-Han felt a pang of guilt wash over him at the sight of your despair.

“My orders were not in that direction. There was a miscommunication. I only asked them to come here, not to hurt you.” Bi-Han explained, though even to his own ears, his words sounded unconvincing amidst the swirling emotions he couldn’t quite grasp.

You must have been thinking the same thing too, so you didn’t answer him. Instead, you lowered your gaze, and a heavy silence settled between you. This situation bothered Bi-Han more than he expected. He had never cared much about what you thought of him until this moment. Now, he didn’t want any misunderstandings to grow, nor did he want you to think that he could give a command to harm someone defenseless. Another detail that bothered him was your demeanor; it was different from what he was accustomed to. You looked defeated, your shoulders slumped, as if trying not to take up too much space on the bed. Despite his words or his actions, there was always a flicker of light in your eyes, a desire to fight, but now it seemed extinguished. You seemed resigned, as if you had emerged from a battle knowing you couldn’t win.

‘’Show me your wound.’’ said Bi-Han, breaking the tense silence. You looked at him with a puzzled expression, clearly not expecting him to speak.

‘’It’s not a big deal. I can handle it. It would be better if you don’t keep them waiting.’’ you said kindly.

‘’Don’t tell me what to do,’’ Bi-Han growled, his voice taking on a contrary tone. Once again, you averted your gaze and shrank back, as if trying to disappear. Bi-Han cursed himself silently; he was too accustomed to speaking aggressively. Instead of further escalating the tension, he sat down beside you and ,as gently as possible, lifted your chin to examine your wound. Bi-Han had been expecting pain, but to his surprise, he felt the same softness and warmth of your skin as before. There was no biting pain or discomfort. It was unexpected and strange. Turning his gaze back to you, he found you watching him.

‘’Give me what you’re holding and stand still,’’ he said, attempting to soften his voice. You complied silently, handing over the T-shirt. As he applied pressure to your wound to stop the bleeding, he noticed you take a sharp breath.

‘’Does it hurt?’’

‘‘A little,’’ you replied softly. Bi-Han clenched his jaw, still feeling your nervous gaze on him as he tended to your wound with a care he didn’t know he possessed.

‘’Why do you hate me?’’

‘‘If I hated you, I wouldn’t be doing this right now, would I?’’ Bi-Han responded, his tone firm yet tinged with something softer. You took a shaky breath, your voice carrying a hint of innocence and hope that tugged at his heart.

‘’So you don’t?’’

Bi-Han didn’t answer, his eyes trailed to the purple fingerprints on your throat. Sektor had applied too much force. Anger surged within him at the sight of your injuries. You didn’t deserve this. Seeing you filled with fear in your own home where you should feel safe the most, blood on your lip, marks on your throat… Bi-Han had been trained to bear the weight of his responsibilities, but looking at you now, his conscience gnawed at him like never before. He should have foreseen Sektor’s aggression and prevented this. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to admit it out loud.

Before he could say anything, the sound of his brothers entering interrupted the moment. You exchanged a glance, then Bi-Han’s gaze lingered on the door.

‘’I think you’d better go,’’ you said again, your voice feather soft and light. Despite the fading fear on your face, you still looked vulnerable, like a fragile trinket that could be easily broken.

‘’I don’t trust you, but I don’t hate you,” Bi-Han said suddenly, the words escaping before he could fully process them. Your eyes widened in surprise at his unexpected admission. Something about your presence in that moment had prompted him to speak. “I hate this situation I’ve fallen into,” he continued, his voice tinged with years of pent-up frustration. “The power you have over us, this dark magic, the book, everything.” Then without waiting for your response, Bi-Han rose from his seat and walked out of the room, refusing to look back. He needed space to process his emotions, to distance himself from the turmoil that surrounded him. As he entered the living room, he found Tomas, Kuai Liang, and Sektor engrossed in conversation. Relief washed over his brothers’ faces at the sight of Sektor, and Bi-Han knew they were glad to see a familiar face after so many years. Noticing his presence, Kuai Liang turned to him.

‘’Why didn’t you tell us you had contacted Sektor before?’’ He asked, his tone more curious than reproachful.

“Your attention wasn’t quite suitable at the moment.”

Both of his brothers frowned, understanding the implication. Tomas’s gray eyes scanned the room briefly before settling on him again.

“Where is she?” He inquired, his brows furrowing further.

‘’In her room.’’ Bi-Han replied.

Tomas’s expression darkened, and he rose from his seat, his eyes narrowing as he headed towards your bedroom. Bi-Han stopped him by grabbing his arm.

‘’You should know there was an incident.’’

Tomas’s head snapped towards him then, anger clearly evident in his expression now.

‘’What are you saying-‘’

‘’Tomas?’’

When you peeked out from your bedroom, Tomas’s words hung in the air, left unfinished as he caught sight of your appearance. Bi-Han silently observed Tomas’s reaction as he swiftly reached your side. Sensing your hesitation to open the door fully, Tomas instantly noticed and, with a suppressed growl, swung the door wide open.

‘‘Who did this to you?’’ he demanded, his voice laced with pure anger.

Upon hearing Tomas’s question, Kuai Liang sprang from his seat and darted past him like a gust of wind. Bi-Han watched as his brother approached you with a kindness he had seldom seen in Tomas before, tenderly cupping your face in his palms and inspecting the wound on your lip with his thumb.

‘“I’m fine, guys. It’s nothing, really. It doesn’t even hurt.” you said, attempting to reassure them.

“Bi-Han mentioned there was an incident,’’ Kuai Liang interjected, shooting Bi-Han a knowing look before turning his gaze back to you. Bi-Han watched as the hard edge in Kuai Liang’s brown eyes softened with concern as his fingers traced the purple marks on your neck. ‘‘Tell us what really happened.’’

Your eyes darted to his, filled with desperation, as if searching for the right words. Given that you seemed to have Kuai Liang and Tomas wrapped around your finger, they were inclined to believe whatever you said, no matter how absurd or hard to believe. A clear example of this was just a few weeks ago when Tomas confronted him on your behalf. Yet, there was a palpable sense of caution in your demeanor, as if you were treading carefully to avoid escalating the situation or triggering them further.

‘’I-I…It’s just-‘’

‘’I contacted Sektor through her phone,’’ Bi-Han interjected, unable to bear the helpless expression on your face any longer.Sektor also joined him halfway through, taking charge and completing the explanation.

‘’I’m sorry for hurting you,’’ Sektor apologized, his gaze fixed on you nestled between the protective arms of his brothers. Stepping forward, he bowed as a form of apology. ‘’I thought you were responsible for their absence.’’

‘’No harm done, really. You don’t need to apologize,’’ you said, panic and embarrassment evident in your voice. ‘’I was just a bit scared. I mistook you for Quan Chi and his men at first, so I was hesitant to answer and didn’t want to cooperate.’’ As you speak, Bi-Han observes your expression closely, noting the shift from fear to relief as Sektor apologizes, his sincerity reassures you.

‘’You thought he was Quan Chi?’’ Kuai Liang asked softly, gently caressing your face. You offered him a small smile and nodded in confirmation. Tomas joined him, planting a loving kiss on your cheek.

‘’You could have been seriously hurt,” Tomas said, his tone now tinged with awe and kindness rather than anger, reflecting the concern he felt towards you. His gaze softened as he looked at you.

‘’I just wanted to protect you,’’ you whispered, your voice laden with emotion. Bi-Han felt something stir within him at your words, a feeling he couldn’t quite name. He had imagined you must have been scared when you encountered Sektor, but mistaking him for Quan Chi and still trying to protect them… it was different. No one had ever shown such bravery to him or his brothers before. They had never needed it, and they were too proud to admit otherwise. Moreover, you didn’t even know how to protect yourself, yet you still resisted until you realized who Sektor was. It was foolish, yet admirable. The courage you displayed, even in fear, was something not everyone possessed.

Bi-Han understood better at that moment why his brothers were so fond of you.

As they returned to the living room, Bi-Han recounted the events, with his brothers occasionally adding their own insights. He wasn’t sure how many hours had passed; after all, they had been absent for ten years, and it must have taken them hours to catch up on the clan’s affairs. Throughout the conversation, Bi-Han remained seated in his usual spot, while you held Ninja on your lap, nestled under the seat after you reached out to her. You were installed next to Kuai Liang, while Tomas and Sektor occupied seats opposite you.

He was relieved to learn that the clan had remained steadfast since the day they were cursed. Sektor and Cyrax had worked diligently to maintain order and uphold traditions. In fact, Sektor mentioned that their numbers had increased slightly, and their training had become more comprehensive.

Once there was nothing left to discuss, Bi-Han spoke up once again. ‘’I want you to contact Lord Liu Kang. If anyone can lift this curse, it’s him,’’ he instructed.

‘‘Won’t you come back with us?’’ Sektor’s surprise was palpable. ‘’Everything’s ready, Grandmaster. Just give us the command.’’

Bi-Han yearned to return to his homeland, to the land where he belonged, where he was born and raised… But he had to consider the bigger picture. It was impossible for them to stay away from you for long due to the curse. If you came with them, you would be vulnerable to their enemies, who might exploit you to harm the clan. Bi-Han wanted to keep this situation as secret as possible, at least until a solution was found.

‘’It’s best if the curse remains discreet between us. The sooner you reach Liu Kang, the better.’’

“But brother—‘’

‘’They can use her as a means to reach us,’’ Bi-Han interjected, cutting off Kuai Liang. When his gaze shifted to you, a guilty expression flashed across your face, as if you felt responsible, and you quickly averted your eyes. Bi-Han cursed himself silently for yet another misunderstanding. ‘’It’s for the best, for all of us. If Liu Kang can’t find a solution, return here in two months and retrieve the book. I want us to remain within the clan thereafter.’’

‘’As you wish, Grandmaster,’’ Sektor replied obediently.

***

A few days had passed since Sektor’s visit. The scar on your lip had almost disappeared, and the fingerprints on your throat had turned into a pale yellow stain. The memory of your expression upon seeing the amount of food that Tomas and Kuai Liang had bought—enough to feed a small African tribe—remained vivid in Bi-Han’s mind.

‘‘What is all this?’’ you asked, your cheeks slightly flushed with excitement. Tomas scratched the back of his head bashfully, while Kuai Liang pulled you close with a gentle arm around your waist, planting a kiss on the bruises on your neck.

‘’We did some grocery shopping.’’ Tomas replied.

‘’But how?’’ You inquired politely, fully aware of they didn’t have an money, yet the bemused expression on your face was endearing, a blend of amusement and sweetness. Your cheeks held a faint flush, while your eyes sparkled with excitement, reminiscent of a delighted child receiving a cherished gift. Witnessing your joy, Bi-Han was taken aback by how effortlessly you found happiness in such simple gestures.

‘’It would be more accurate to say we obtained it without being seen.’’ Kuai Liang chimed in, taking over the explanation from Tomas. Your raised eyebrow and playful glance prompted a chuckle from him.

‘’So you stole it, did you?’’

‘’Is it stealing if no one saw?’’ Tomas quipped, eliciting a laugh from you that echoed through the small kitchen.

‘’Tomas! That’s exactly what stealing means!’’ you exclaimed, still smiling as you surveyed the bounty of food. ‘’You even got food for Ninja, guys, I can’t believe you! I hope I can fit this much food in the fridge.’’ Turning in Kuai Liang’s arms, you planted a happy kiss on his lips, filling his face with pride and joy. “Normally, theft is never something I would approve of, but I really needed it, thank you.’’ you said, moving to hug Tomas tightly and also kiss him like you did with Kuai Liang.

‘‘We can imagine how difficult it is for you to feed us all at once. We wanted to ease your burden.’’ Tomas explained. In response to his words, the innocence in your smile deepened, and Bi-Han watched as the warmth in your eyes softened further. He had never witnessed anyone gaze at his brothers with such sincerity and purity. Your gestures, your smiles—everything you offered them seemed so natural and genuine. It was as though you held deep affection for his brothers. For a brief moment, Bi-Han found himself contemplating how it would feel if those same tender glances were directed at him. It seemed absurd to entertain such thoughts, as he typically dismissed such sentiments. Yet, in that moment, he couldn’t help but wonder. Had he ever missed something he had never experienced? Was it jealousy, or perhaps longing? The unfamiliar emotions stirred within him, leaving him perplexed yet intrigued.

Shaking off his reverie, Bi-Han sat alone, you having gone out for a walk with Kuai Liang and Tomas an hour ago, leaving him alone with the cat. Glancing at the feline curled up in his lap, he found himself stroking her soft belly absentmindedly. As he sat at his seat, his gaze wandered to the window, where colorful city lights illuminated the evening sky. Below, people bustled about, returning home after a day’s work, while the distant sounds of car engines added to the city’s cacophony.

Suddenly, the cat perked up, alerted by a sound outside. Bi-Han’s attention shifted to the door, where he heard the anxious voices of his brothers approaching. As they entered, Tomas was holding you in his arms, with Kuai Liang in tow. Bi-Han’s brow furrowed as he took in the state you were in.

“What’s going on?”

“She’s not well,” Tomas’s voice was tense, dominated by a helpless and worried expression rarely seen on his face when he felt powerless. Kuai Liang remained silent, his eyes stormy with concern, his jaw clenched so tightly that he was sure his teeth were aching. “While walking in the park, she suddenly doubled over and started holding her stomach, whimpering in pain.” he explained.

“Side effects of the book,” Kuai Liang interjected, his tone tinged with anger. “She’s been experiencing symptoms for a while but hasn’t said anything.”

Bi-Han found himself grappling with disbelief as he processed the situation. Despite a part of him anticipating this moment, he couldn’t comprehend how he missed the telltale signs. Since they showed up at your house, he had always kept his eyes on you. He waited for you to drop your mask, quietly following your every step, scrutinizing your expression with sharp eyes. Perhaps, in hindsight, he was so overwhelmed with details that he failed to see the truth before him. Normally, within a week or so, whoever wielded the book would inevitably use them for their own pleasure.

Initially, the feeling would emerge subtly, like a thin fog in the corner of their minds, not applying pressure but making its presence felt. But as the days passed, this feeling would grow hostile and aggressive, leaving no choice but to use them, as relief could only come that way. Bi-Han had heard this definition before from several different masters, none of whom could endure the escalating wave of pain to the end, especially when the solution was within reach and there were no obstacles.

The fact that you had been enduring this pain silently for a while, and moreover, that you hid it from them without flinching, was something Bi-Han couldn’t reconcile with his logic. Why were you trying to endure this pain?

“I’m all right,” you weakly protested, barely audible amidst the turmoil. Bi-Han’s gaze softened as he observed you, held in Tomas’s embrace. Sweat glistened on your forehead, your face contorted in agony. Despite not touching you, he could sense the fever radiating from your body.

“This can’t continue,” Tomas insisted, concern etched on his features. “We can help you.”

“No,” you managed to gasp in pain, struggling to open your eyes. Bi-Han could see clearly the extent of your suffering, tears lined the edges of your eyes. “I don’t want you to do this because of the curse.”

“We are going to do this for you,” Kuai Liang countered, his voice laced with anger directed at the situation rather than you. However, in that moment, it came out as a snarl.

“Doesn’t matter. After all, I’m in this state because of the curse, and I don’t want you to be put under the same obligation again.”

“Do you want us to stand by while you suffer?” Kuai Liang pressed, his concern palpable.

Unable to speak, your eyes squeezed shut as a whimper escaped your lips, writhing painfully in Tomas’s lap as you began to take deep, labored breaths, resting your head on his chest.

“She’s burning,” Tomas remarked, his voice increasingly concerned. Then, as if a realization dawned on both of them simultaneously, Bi-Han crossed his arms over his chest and gave them a piercing, almost deadly glare.

“No.”

***

He couldn’t comprehend how he found himself lying in bed with you. Moments ago, he was at odds with Kuai Liang and Tomas, and now he lay on your double-sized bed, staring at the ceiling. His logical mind urged him to leave, yet his body remained rooted for reasons he couldn’t fathom.

Turning to where you lay, he observed you from his position. There wasn’t much space between you on the bed. Your body curled into a fetal position, drenched in sweat, causing the sheets beneath you to dampen. You looked so pitiful and helpless, as the only thing you could do at the moment was keep breathing.

“Why are you resisting?” Bi-Han’s voice lacked its usual aggression or coldness, replaced instead by confusion. He couldn’t grasp why you still kept enduring this suffering.

“I want to keep all of you safe,” your fragile voice answered. Bi-Han’s brows furrowed deeper at your response.

“Is it worth enduring this pain?”

“Yes.” Your answer was swift and simple, stirring an ache in Bi-Han’s heart. ‘’I told Kuai Liang that I would offer you a safe space, and I will do so as well. You deserve more than that, but this is all I can do. I don’t want you to do anything that the book obliges.��’

What you thought was insignificant was actually a tremendous sacrifice for their comfort. He was speechless for the first time in his life. He didn’t know what to say, what the right and necessary words were. He had never met someone like you who sacrificed themselves in this way before. As he needed a few seconds to digest what he was hearing, he simply looked at you.

At that moment, Bi-Han heard the answer to the ‘Why’ question that had been spinning in his mind for weeks. Because you cared not only about your brothers but also about him with all his thorns, sharp words, and rude manners. Despite everything, you weren’t keeping him apart from Kuai Liang and Tomas, and you were enduring this pain inside for him as much as you were enduring it for them.

As you writhed in pain, still maintaining a careful distance, Bi-Han realized that what he had been waiting for wasn’t you to drop your mask, but for him to acknowledge your genuine care. You didn’t play games; your sole purpose was to only help. While gaining the trust of Kuai Liang and Tomas, you rejected their assistance, a reaction unfamiliar to him and his brothers. Despite the opportunity for relief, you refused their aid.

With another whimper, you completely crumpled down where you were, and when tears started to flow from your eyes once again, Bi-Han pulled you to himself as he grasped you, without thinking about anything else, along with the emotions that sprouted in his heart. Even though he knew that you would be surprised under normal circumstances, your indifference and continuing to cry quietly while being embraced by him by doing the exact opposite, tugged at his heart strings.

“I’m sorry,” your voice muffled against his neck, yet Bi-Han heard every word. “I know you don’t like me… I’m sorry you had to endure this.’’

“Be silent, woman. You talk too much.” His tone was surprisingly gentle as Bi-Han held your sweat-drenched body against him tightly. A small moan escaped your lips, a sign of relief amidst the pain. Since Bi-Han has always kept his distance from you, you’ve had almost zero contact with him, so in addition to his body being cold, his touch was also more effective compared to his brothers. That’s why, actually, part of the pain you suffered was because of him, that you couldn’t touch him the way you could have touched Kuai Liang or Tomas.

Your body slowly relaxed in his arms, Bi-Han’s hand finding its way under your shirt, offering what little coolness he could. It felt natural to hold you this way, as if it was where you belonged all along.

“Bi-Han…” your voice was soft and vulnerable, triggering his protective instincts. As he rested his chin on top of your head, completely caging you with his arms, your breathing steadied a bit, and the tremors subsided. “You don’t have to do this.” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. Your lips brushed against his throat as you spoke, a detail Bi-Han found himself liking.

“I remember telling you to be silent.”

“I don’t want to cause you any more inconvenience. I’m feeling better, please, you can let me go.” you said, the obvious lie and stubbornness in your voice softening Bi-Han’s heart while simultaneously angering him. He grabbed you by the neck so that he could see your face, and when he lifted your chin up with his thumb, he faced your innocent gaze. All the while his touch was gentle and incredibly cautious, much like when he handled Ninja. You resembled her at the moment, fragile and delicate.

“Under normal circumstances, you can’t force me to do something I don’t want to,” he asserted, his hand tracing from your chin to your temples. As his fingers moved over the lines, a moment of relief washed over you, your eyes closing briefly in response. Bi-Han found solace in providing you with comfort, a departure from his typically cold demeanor that often left others chilled rather than soothed. “This is one of those rare instances.” When Bi-Han whispered the last part towards your lips, your eyes opened, and you suddenly looked at him with so much emotion that Bi-Han felt his breath getting smaller and clogged in his throat. He could see his own reflection in your eyes.

‘’I have been cruel to you, even though you did not deserve it.’’ His confession enveloped the room like a heavy blanket, yet Bi-Han didn’t feel suffocated beneath it. On the contrary, he felt a sense of relief, as if he had shed a bit more of the burden he carried. When his gaze shifted from your lips back to your eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a pang in his heart at the profound understanding reflected in them.

‘‘You had your reasons, it’s okay.’’ You said it with your usual forgiveness. ‘’I have not given up hope for you.” Despite everything, when you managed to put a small smile on your pain-weary face, Bi-Han felt that his heart was being suppressed inside his rib cage, as if it was being squeezed from both sides. How pure your heart was, so full of kindness that Bi-Han started to feel like absolute shit when he thought about the times he hurt you so many times.

‘’You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.’’ He said after a moment, his brow furrowing slightly as he spoke.

‘’Is that… a bad thing?’’ You said in a timid voice.

“No,” Bi-Han said without hesitation. “It’s something I never thought possible until now.” He had buried his feelings so deeply that now, as they began to surface, distinguishing and naming each one became a daunting task. He felt overwhelmed by them, but refusing to ignore them any longer felt like the only honorable choice, especially after witnessing your endurance of pain on their behalf.

While he seethed with frustration towards his brothers, he never anticipated finding himself in the same predicament as them. Typically, he’d be harsh on himself for failing to maintain his vigilance. Even before assuming leadership of the clan, he embodied the role of the older brother, a figure of experience and protection, standing resolute where they faltered.

Yet, as he observed you, he teetered on the edge of conflicting emotions. You touched a part of him that had remained untouched, your essence reaching deep into his soul. Physically fragile you may have been, but your heart—your heart was a beacon of forgiveness and strength. Your presence illuminated every space you entered with a comforting warmth, a stark contrast to his reserved attitude.

Despite this, a part of him resisted. A lifetime of emotional barricades made him wary of letting anyone in, fearful of disrupting the balance he’d maintained. If Liu Kang couldn’t find a solution to the curse, he was doomed to lose you. Did he really want to take this risk despite knowing the inevitable outcome? As he looked at you, the answer became clear in his mind. Though brief, even if it were to end eventually, Bi-Han yearned to taste the light before returning to eternal darkness. You were a rarity, a once-in-a-lifetime encounter he couldn’t bear to reduce to a mere ‘wish’. No, he wished to imprint every moment, every sensation of you, onto his memory. The desire boiled within him, igniting his veins like wildfire, as his gaze once again descended from your eyes to your lips.

‘’Throughout my life, I’ve learned to be self-sufficient, prioritizing my clan above all else and neglecting my own desires. It’s become second nature, so much so that I didn’t realize what I truly needed until this moment.” His thumb grazed your lower lip, a gesture filled with longing. “It’s you,” Bi-Han declared, his voice echoing with a possessive growl that emboldened him. “I want to taste you, to feel you. I need you.”

Your expression softened even further, a tired yet content smile gracing your lips. “I’m here.” Those words were all Bi-Han needed to act. As his lips met yours, he felt the warmth radiating from your body, a heat he was determined to temper. Your kiss was slow and tentative, your movements guided by exhaustion and lingering pain. Bi-Han welcomed your presence, relishing the sensation of your lips against his. He felt every subtle shift and curve; your lips were so much softer than he ever could imagine, delicate like butterfly wings. Your taste was intoxicatingly sweet and warm, tinged with the fever that had consumed you, yet achingly innocent.

It felt like stepping onto solid ground after sailing through a raging storm, finally finding a peace and comfort he had never experienced before. It felt like returning home, to where he truly belonged—welcoming, gentle, and forgiving.

“Bi-Han,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, as if afraid to disturb the delicate moment. Pulling back slightly, you sought to catch your breath, your lips brushing against the tip of his chin in a tender kiss. Nestling your head against the crook of his neck, your hand resting gently on the side of his neck. “Thank you for trusting me enough to give me a chance.” you murmured, your words laden with sincerity.

Then, as if on cue, your body grew heavy, slipping into the embrace of sleep. Careful not to disturb you, he adjusted your position to ensure your comfort, his hand instinctively finding its way to gently stroke your hair. It felt natural, as if he had been doing it all his life, bringing him a sense of peace he had long yearned for.

“Trust, huh,” Bi-Han whispered to himself, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. It struck him then that this was exactly what he was offering you in this moment. As you lay peacefully, surrendering yourself to him, Bi-Han couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. Everything felt so right, so true, in this moment with you. If breaking his oath was the price to taste this peace, he was willing to pay it. His decision was made the instant he lay down beside you, even if he couldn’t bring himself to admit it.

As your skin gradually returned to its normal temperature, Bi-Han found comfort in the gentle contact. Your touch, a testament to your presence, was undeniably soothing. It carried a silent promise of healing, a balm for the wounds inflicted by the curse. Like the calm waves of the morning sea caressing the shore, your essence enveloped his soul, offering comfort and reassurance. The rhythm of your breathing, the soft glow of the lamp, the weight of your body against his—all of it contributed to a sense of serenity that permeated the room. For a moment, Bi-Han allowed himself to relax fully, succumbing to the tranquility that surrounded him. With a sense of surrender, he closed his eyes, trusting that his brothers would keep watch and ensure your safety for the hours ahead.

He had harbored a lifelong aversion to physical contact, but now, as he yearned to etch into his memory the sensations evoked by your touch, along with every intricate detail, he realized that touching could bring comfort and pleasure instead of pain.

And it was all because of you…

***

Author’s Note : As you can see, Bi-Han was a virgin before being sealed inside the book, due to his strong aversion to physical touch… But! He’s in good hands now. Welcome to the party, Bi-Han, albeit a bit late. Better late than never, right? By the way, Bi-Han sees the reader as non-threatening, which is why her touch doesn’t hurt him at all, but he isn’t aware of this. Subconsciously, he’s reacting this way, and it’s only with his brothers where he truly feels safe. Reader is now a part of that inner circle.

See you in the next chapter! 🥰

[blueiscoool]

Roman Soldiers 1,600-Year-Old Oil Lamp Found in Israel

The lamp was used by Roman soldiers guarding a fort on the Scorpions Ascent; an identical lamp was discovered in the same spot 90 years ago.

Sixteen year-old Yonatan Frankel, a pupil from the Tamar High School in Hod Hasharon, was with his class on an annual field trip along the Scorpions Ascent in southern Israel. When his class stopped for lunch next to the Late Roman fort of Mezad Tzafir, Yonatan began to pick up rocks from the sand to look at them.

“One of the stones that I picked up was full of dirt. I shook it off, and suddenly I saw a design. Then, I understood that this was a man-made object and not just a stone,” he recalled.

Yonatan brought the lamp to his teacher, who showed it to their guide. The guide ensured that the find was transferred to the Sub-district Archaeologist of the Israel Antiquities Authority’s Southern Negev District, Alex Freiberg. Yonatan received a certificate of merit for his discovery and for good citizenship.

The oil lamp discovered at Mezad Tsafir was produced in Petra in Jordan in the 4th-5th centuries CE. When IAA senior researcher Dr. Tali Erickson-Gini saw the lamp, which was only partially intact, she was quite excited.

“Lamps of this type were uncovered at Mezad Hazeva, and also at Mamshit, Mezad Yotvata and Petra, but the lamp Yonatan found is identical to one discovered at in the same place 90 years ago (!) by archaeologist Nelson Glueck,” she said.

“We know that between the Nabataean-Roman town of Mamshit and the copper mines of Feinan (biblical Punon) in the Central Arava – not far from present-day Moshav ‘En Yahav, a trade route was in use in the 4th-6th centuries CE. In order to secure the shipments of copper, and possibly even gold from the mines, a series of forts were built between the head of the Scorpions Ascent and Mezad Hazeva, and Mezad Tsafir was one of these. Mounted patrols guarded the important road. It is easy to imagine the lamp lighting up the darkness in the lonely, isolated fort manned by Roman soldiers.”

[plasticine]

Top 9 moveys of 2023, tagged by @kaijyutheater! I didn't watch as many movies as I would have liked but I did watch a lot of good ones! Tagging @bloodgutshighschool @dughole @hauntinghouse @kvetchs @overgrownroot @loveshack @legoguy and anyone else that wants to :-) Thoughts and comments below the cut.

Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance

One of Park Chan-wook's best. I really don't think (either) Sympathy should be compared with Oldboy because Oldboy pales in comparison. It's a gripping and anxiety-inducing in a way I've seen no other movie accomplish. My biggest complaint is that it does not have a good poster LOL.

2. True Stories

I have wanted to see this forever and hadn't really thought about it again until I was lucky enough to see it in a local theatre in 4k! I wish David Byrne had continued making movies but for this to be your first and only.. wow. No one loves the Texas jokes as much as Texans do. And I personally believe I can see Fort Worth from here.

3. Y.M.O Propaganda

Simply one of the best concert movies and musical performances. Rest easy Yuki and Ryuichi 🕊️

4. Female Prisoner #701: Scorpion

I think exploitation is a very interesting genre that's not very explored because it is by design pretty hard to watch. This is an extremely beautiful movie cinematographically speaking and it's made me quite interested in this era of women in prison, pinky violence, and sukeban film.

5. Neon Genesis Evangelion: The End of Evangelion

I finished Evangelion this year!!

I don't know if liking the original show finale is controversial or not I refuse to interact with the general People That Like Evangelion but this movie is everything that an alternate ending should be. I'm glad they were able to make it.

6. Joint Security Area

I think if this movie was made after the Vengeance trilogy and integrated what Park Chan-wook learned as a result of it, some of the plot beats would have been a little better. My main issue with the narrative is that I don't think the story needed to be framed as a mystery as there's a very clear doomed tragedy already expressed. That being said the story was strong enough that this is more of an annoyance than an actual issue.

7. Paprika

Great service to this to see it in theatres, the music melds with the movie melds with the music.

8. The Ascent

Devastating, not unlike a car crash you cannot pry your eyes from. This also made me realize how many of these top movies are unavoidable tragedies despite the great effort of the protagonists.

9. 1/2 Man (Halber Mensch)

Primal.

[pandorafallz]

Some things were never meant to leave Earth…. or be known about. Let alone being introduced to a whole new world, new life and a species called the Na'vi that probably didn't understand that there were worst things that came from Earth than Humans with technology. Jake knows the Earth was a harsh place, well aware of the dangers it had and the monsters it had as well. No one cared, nothing would matter and….so what. If they thought of him of nothing, then why not take himself, his avatar and his friend and fuck off into the wilderness of pandora. If he can screw over the RDA and its resident parasites, then bonus points. Grace isn't thrilled.

Chapter 35 snippet

Mansk, along with Walker stared out the window overlooking the back of the base as the Scorpion dipped down and an avatar jumped up into it from the shadows and they were off, quickly crossing into the air turret range as they began their ascent up into the night sky rapidly.

Walker sighed deeply but made no remark as she set her hands on her hips.

He could readily hear the frantic talking as the team leaders scrambled to action before one had the sense to open comms to him.

“Sir! We’ve got a situation. An unauthorised engine start from a Scorpion leaving with defectors and an avatar.” An alarmed voice echoed into his office radio. “Turrets will be hot in two minutes. They’ll still be in range when they’re—“

“No.” Mansk decided, shaking his head. “No shooting them out of the sky.”

He felt Walker’s eyes turn to him sharply, her lips pursing but he ignored that for now.

“But sir—”

“That avatar is five billion dollars and the scorpion is ten million dollars. Shooting them now destroys all possibilities of recovering them. We can afford a temporary loss. Just keep tabs on them; their direction and their speed. We can try and catch up tomorrow, I can’t authorise a chase at this time of night. Their weapons are no doubt fully functional. We can’t afford to lose good men and women more than we already have.”

“Yes…Sir.” There was hesitance to the guy’s voice.

[astrxlfinale]

I think you'd pull off a great Amber, Jace. /nods intensely.

Okay, okay, okay, on a very serious note: and this may be an odd one, but for some reason he came to mind, Albedo. I mean honestly, it's likely because of the intense lore tied to his character, and you lose your mind over lore. Otherwise, in terms of 'dramatic'/theatrics, this may seem odd, but Lyney, I think you have a way of writing that could be perfect for him. And while not for the exact same reasons, I also want to note Venti for... well, semi-similar reasons, actually, even if they're wildly different kinds of 'dramatics'. And in terms of very, VERY odd ones out, but one I am wondering about very curiously now: Wanderer.

Hmm... 🤔

To think @araneitela threw down the gauntlet. Welp. My Wanderer it is. |

To be upon a mass grave of the divine, to try and cultivate life in the means of living in perpetual weakness. The same weakness that triumphed is false ascent.

Laughable. That fact has never changed to the Nameless roaming the vast deserts of Sumeru, another veritable grave where the living make their home.

An intentionally drawn mission has led him away from the eden made by Kusanali's hand and wisdom. To escape the lands of crisp emerald, to indulge in the barren lands that demand fortitude. Each step upon the crisp sand lead him closer to his goal, one that's burgeoned by a past displaced. To think it'd be the wave of crushing guilt that would've led to an even 'worse' circumstance. For him to be the bearer of many sins, all before countless eyes who have now forgotten.

Who was he to complain? As the loser, and now the prisoner, a natural law dictates that he comes to face the brunt of his punishments with diligence and whatever tattered grace that remains. Maybe that's why in a way, this land that simply grates its natural weight upon any and all, that demands for them to rise held a comfort in the depths of difficulty. It scratched an innate itch left in a pit of vast delusions once carried by his hand.

"..Hm?" A subtle shift in the wind, as if the sacred stance of Anemo offered a warning seconds before the situation itself arrives. The crackling roar of thunder barely eclipsed the scream of the weak he heard in the distance. A familiar sound, as he still remains a conductor of countless variants of that very noise, all from the throats of beast and man alike. As a bubbling frustration sears within his gut, he'd allow gravity's law to be removed like a shedded coat.

"Always the weak that intend to trespass their limitations."

He'd immediately zip from his current place and blast towards the west. Sophisticated builds of Anemo would serve as his makeshift and malleable wings, allowing him to cross the vast reaches of cliff sides, ravines and tomb like outcrops of rock within an instant, all for his predicted sight to internalized within his gaze.

A predator robbing the graves of the divine, all before the fragility of humanity.

Now just how many times has he seen such a scene play out?

"Is dying really such a temptation to you? Off the ground!" His order is drawn, causing the lost traveler to snap from their panic, prompting them to narrowly avoid the bone encrusted claw of a consecrated beast. The Wanderer's part begins amidst the scorpion's follow up attack.

Once heated grazes of Anemo immediately escalate, losing that desert bred warmth and acclimating to a will of wrathful zephyr. The Wanderer's turned the amiable winds into a set of carnivorous fangs, eroding at the beast's assault as within a snap moment of exertion, that entire arm of the beast found itself bisected, it's claw shattered as a fountain of ichor spilled from it's veins.

"Already lost your own sentience. Pathetic." Draws his scathing remark. Just as the abomination recoils from the shock and force, it'd immediately be stalled, as if an invisible hand amidst the mind numbing pressure had frozen it in place. What was once a sight of awe for the traveler immediately turns into horror, as the sight before him was elevated into a scene of carnage. The dome of wind sealed this beast's fate. Enduring cuts and crushes until its entire frame was reduced to a bloodied paste.

Anemo within his Authority would give it's victory cry through piercing gale, contently accepting another sacrifice as the turquiose light of his Vision rings a somber melody.

Only then would the Nameless make his landing, the mere reaction of the rescued being to immediately scurry away causing a subtle chuckle to bubble forth. Predictable. Before greater power, what was the lesser's response than to fear?

"Be frightened as a potential meal, terrified at someone who saves you fate from such. Aren't you boundless in that greed of such an avid reaction?"

"...Who!"

All it took was the unnatural sharpness of his eyes to halt any such commentary.

The one once known as Scaramouche remains well versed in eliciting such emotion.

"Enough. If your life is valuable enough to avoid calamity, but worthless to the point you refuse to refine your method of survival, crawl back to the home you scurried from. You won't get a second chance." In many ways, a brief reflection of his own vulnerabilities, once held, and countless still enduring are reflected within those eyes. Is this what introduces the Archons insistence in allowing his fangs to defy this world to wane? Valuing this.. helplessness?

Even if Kusanali insists is where the a golden thread of purpose can lie for him. As always, he believes she's too soft upon the flock of humanity underneath her banner in Sumeru.

And thus, he departs.

_________

Okay so with me getting that out of my veins. Let's break down a few thoughts! Amber I can actually see myself slipping into the shoes off well enough. In terms of Albedo and Venti, I'd motion them more towards interesting case studies for me look into. Honestly speaking, the Lore aspect of a character, despite how invested I can be in them, holds a disconnect of whether I can get into the driver's seat.

Where we'd take dramatics, I'd actually refer to this as 'Reaction.' I do genuinely enjoy characters who can live in their intensity or their warmth. This is what makes it difficult for me to play characters who are required to hold their cards close to their chest professionally. So for Lyney! I'd see me enjoying doing the bombastic note of his magic shows, but not really much beyond that. -.o

As for the Wanderer? Well, I hope the above speaks for itself. LOL. I can do something with that.

[aboutanancientenquiry]

Curse formulae and the performative value of writing in Ancient Egypt

“Curses, Egypt

ISABELLE RΕGEN

In modern collective imagination, ancient Egypt is closely connected with the curse of the pharaohs. The most popular expression of it is the so-called curse of King TUTANKHAMUN (18th Dynasty), which appeared in the media less than one year after the discovery of his tomb in 1922 and was related to supposedly mysterious deaths (Silverman 1988). No curse formula was ever inscribed on his tomb walls, although the media reported that such a text was found inscribed at the tomb’s entrance. This might have been due to confusion with another find in the tomb of the young king: magical bricks – clay tablets usually hidden within plastered niches cut in the walls of the burial chamber, whose curse texts taken from the Book of the Dead protect the tomb and the dead at the four cardinal points.

Egyptian documentation offers, from the OLD KINGDOM to the Ptolemaic period, a wide variety of curse formulae used in different domains – especially the funerary area – and inscribed in various places. The first occurrences of curses seem to concern funerary property: the oldest known royal curses appear in the most ancient funerary corpus, called the Pyramid Texts (PT), written during the Old Kingdom (5th Dynasty) but composed much earlier in oral form, probably in the Early Dynastic period (1st–2nd Dynasties). For example, the formula PT 534, which could be interpreted as a pyramid consecration text, threatens anyone who will, literally, “put his finger” on the royal tomb (cf. PT 485, in which a god is cursed if he does not offer his help to the dead king in his ascent to the sky).The oldest private curse may date from the 4th Dynasty, when private tombs begin to bear inscriptions (Guglielmi 1975: 1146;Hawass 2004; Handoussa 2010). Funerary curses begin to appear with some regularity in monuments dating from the 5th Dynasty and are common during the Old and Middle Kingdoms (Morschauser 1991: 145–76; Nordh 1996: 9).

More generally, curse texts are often concerned with preservation of property in any form (monuments and their contents, inscriptions (particularly the owner’s name), land, or goods); the physical integrity of the sender and his relatives; or respect for sacredness in this life and the next. Donation or legacy texts may include curses to ensure the attribution of the property to the defined owner (for example, on boundary stelae); thus, a royal decree threatens those who will not respect a particular sacred area (Leahy 1989).

Curse formulae are based on the performative value of writing. The sender, like the recipient of the formula, can be of a divine nature (gods, spirits) or human nature (kings, private persons). The text describes and identifies a potential act performed by the recipient of the formula. This act is contrary to the sender’s self-interests and to the norms of Egyptian society, which guarantee social and cosmic balance (Egyptian ma’at ) (Nordh 1996: 2). In these curse formulae, anti-ma’at  acts lead to various consequences for the recipient: the shortening of his life; sterility (no heir); humiliation (being spat upon in the face; rape by an ass); blows from a stick; mutilation (having his ears, nose, and/or arm(s) cut off); banishment following judgment by a divine tribunal (non-admission among the gods); death caused in various ways (by thirst or starvation; by having his throat cut like a sacrificial animal; by immolation; by devouring himself or by being attacked by a wild creature such as a lion, hippopotamus, crocodile, snake, or scorpion); forgoing a funerary cult (having his name forgotten or destroyed; having no tomb in the necropolis; receiving no funerary offerings); being unable to go home; attack upon, or by, his relatives (their being made homeless; the rape of his wife and children, or the immolation of his children; hatred of his family toward him). In a curse formula from an Old Kingdom tomb at GIZA, a unique determinative of the word referring to the profaner of the tomb illustrates some of these repressive measures. It shows the profaner attacked from all sides by various creatures: a serpent, a vulture, a cat, and a crocodile (Handoussa 2010).

The positive counterpart is that of blessing formulae, which can be found near the curse formulae. Curses aimed to preserve ma’at  and the sender’s self-interests during life upon earth and in the hereafter. Mention of divine judgment is common in curse formulae, and correspondences with the phraseology of  juridical texts have been highlighted. Curses may have been a way to supplement laws (Assmann 1992), compensating for judicial failure and legal vacuums.

SEE ALSO: Afterlife, Pharaonic Egypt; Magic, Pharaonic Egypt.”

Isabelle Régen « Curses (Egypt) », in R. Bagnall, Cr. Campion, A. Erskine, S. Huebn (éd.), The Encyclopedia of Ancient History, éd. Wiley-Blackwell, Hoboken (New Jersey), 2013.

On line source with the whole entry and its bibliography: https://www.academia.edu/22349041/_Curses_Egypt_dans_R_Bagnall_Cr_Campion_A_Erskine_S_Huebn_%C3%A9d_The_Encyclopedia_of_Ancient_History_%C3%A9d_Wiley_Blackwell_Hoboken_New_Jersey_

Isabelle Régen (Ph.D., Montpellier 2002) is French Egyptologist (Université Paul Valéry - Montpellier,  Institut d'Egyptologie François Daumas)

Very enlightening article, especially when it explains that the ancient Egyptian curse formulae were based on the performative value that writing had in the ancient Egyptian worldview. As the eminent Egyptologist Salima Ikram explains more generally about writing for the ancient Egyptians : “The Egyptians regarded writing as a sacred activity filled with magical power. To write something down and to say it loud made it happen...The power of the word and the ability to control the world by naming things in it is shared by many cultures to this day.” (Salima Ikram Ancient Egypt. An Introduction, Cambridge University Press, 2009, p. 221).

Thoth, the ancient Egyptian god of (among other things) writing, here depicted with writing tools. Source: https://crewsproject.wordpress.com/2017/07/03/writing-gods-and-myths-ii-egypt/

[dilawarmughal980]

Dwayne Dougla Relationships: Know About His Relationship Timeline 

Are You Curious To Know About Dwayne Douglas Relationships? Dwayne Douglas Johnson, better known as "The Rock," has become one of the most recognizable faces in Hollywood, known for his larger-than-life persona and impressive physique. However, before becoming a household name in the entertainment world, Dwayne was a successful professional wrestler, making a name for himself in the ring as "Rocky Maivia" and later as "The Rock."

Who Is Dwayne Douglas?

Dwayne Douglas, born May 2, 1972, in Hayward, California, defies simple categorization. Known globally as “The Rock,” he stands tall at 6 feet 5 inches. Now, how old is the rock? At 52, his journey spans from thrilling the crowds in wrestling rings as Rocky Maivia to dazzling audiences on the big screen. His diverse roles in Dwayne Johnson movies have showcased his range. The Rock’s net worth, a testament to his success, mirrors his multifaceted career.

Dwayne Douglas’s Early Life and Family

Growing up, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson was always on the move. His father, Rocky Maivia, was a wrestling icon. This made Dwayne’s early life unique. Ata Johnson, his mother, provided constant support. The Rock’s ethnicity, a blend of Samoan and Black Nova Scotian, enriched his upbringing. How tall is The Rock now? A towering 6 feet 5 inches.

Dwayne Douglas’s Amazing Career

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson’s career is nothing short of phenomenal. Starting in 1996, Dwayne Johnson, wrestling as Rocky Maivia, captivated audiences. Soon, he became The Rock, a wrestler with unmatched charisma. His wrestling fame paved the way for a transition to acting. By 2001, Dwayne actor roles in “The Scorpion King” showcased his versatility.

Dwayne Douglas Relationships

Relationship with Dany Garcia

Dwayne Johnson first met Dany Garcia in college. Their connection blossomed into marriage in 1997. This union made Garcia the Rock of Johnson’s first wife. Together, they navigated Dwayne’s ascent in the rock movies and wrestling. The pair welcomed a daughter, grounding Dwayne Johnson’s relationships. Despite their divorce in 2007, they remained close. Garcia transitioned from Dwayne Johnson wife to his manager.

Love Story with Lauren Hashian

In 2006, Dwayne Johnson met Lauren Hashian. Their love sparked on the set of “The Game Plan.” By 2007, after his divorce, Dwayne and Lauren began dating. Their bond grew, blending personal joys with professional triumphs. As Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson’s fame soared in the rock movies, Lauren remained his steadfast support. Together, they welcomed two daughters, enriching Dwayne Johnson relationships Read More

[kanewilliamsonbcc]

Top 5 Scenic Spots To Trek Near Lonavala For Nature Lovers

Lonavala, a picturesque hill station in Maharashtra, is a haven for nature lovers and adventure enthusiasts. Nestled in the Sahyadri mountain ranges, Lonavala offers a variety of scenic trekking spots that promise breathtaking views, lush greenery, and serene environments. One of the most popular activities in the area is Pawna Lake camping Lonavala, which provides an ideal combination of trekking and outdoor adventure. Here are the top five scenic spots to trek near Lonavala for nature lovers.

1. Rajmachi Fort

Rajmachi Fort is one of the most popular trekking destinations near Lonavala. Located about 15 kilometers from Lonavala, this fort consists of two twin fortresses, Shrivardhan and Manaranjan. The trek to Rajmachi offers an exhilarating experience as you pass through dense forests, waterfalls, and streams. The view from the top is mesmerizing, with panoramic vistas of the surrounding valleys and hills. The fort itself is steeped in history, adding a cultural dimension to the natural beauty of the trek.

2. Lohagad Fort

Lohagad Fort, which translates to "Iron Fort," is another must-visit trekking spot near Lonavala. This fort is relatively easy to access and is suitable for beginners. The trek to Lohagad Fort is particularly beautiful during the monsoon season when the entire region is carpeted in lush greenery. The highlight of the trek is the Vinchu Kata, a long, narrow wall that resembles a scorpion’s tail, offering stunning views of the surrounding landscape. The historical significance and the natural beauty of Lohagad make it a favorite among trekkers.

3. Tikona Fort

Tikona Fort, also known as Vitandgad, is a triangular-shaped hill fort located about 60 kilometers from Pune and close to Lonavala. The trek to Tikona is moderately challenging, with steep climbs and rocky paths. However, the effort is well worth it as the summit offers a panoramic view of the Pawna Lake, the surrounding forts of Lohagad, Visapur, and Tung, and the lush green Sahyadri ranges. The fort itself has ancient ruins, caves, and temples, making it a fascinating destination for both nature lovers and history buffs.

4. Visapur Fort

Visapur Fort is situated adjacent to Lohagad Fort and is known for its expansive ruins and stunning views. The trek to Visapur Fort is more challenging compared to Lohagad, with steep ascents and rocky terrain. The fort is larger and offers a more rugged experience, with various points of interest including old water tanks, caves, and stone carvings. The monsoon season transforms the trek into a verdant paradise, with waterfalls cascading down the cliffs and lush greenery all around.

5. Korigad Fort

Korigad Fort, located near Aamby Valley, is a relatively easy trek suitable for beginners and families. The trek involves a gentle climb through a forested path and stone steps leading to the top of the fort. The summit offers breathtaking views of the Aamby Valley and the surrounding Sahyadri ranges. The fort has well-preserved walls, temples, and water tanks, providing a glimpse into its historical significance. The serene environment and the picturesque scenery make Korigad Fort a perfect spot for a peaceful and rewarding trek.

Bonus: Pawna Lake Camping Lonavala

While trekking near Lonavala, don’t miss the opportunity to experience Pawna Lake camping Lonavala. This activity combines the thrill of trekking with the relaxation of lakeside camping. After a day of trekking, campers can unwind by the serene Pawna Lake, enjoying activities like kayaking, fishing, and stargazing. The campsites around Pawna Lake are well-equipped and offer a comfortable stay amidst nature, making it an ideal addition to any trekking adventure in the Lonavala region.

Lonavala’s scenic trekking spots offer something for every nature lover, from easy trails suitable for beginners to challenging treks for seasoned hikers. The breathtaking views, rich history, and lush green landscapes make these treks truly unforgettable. Coupled with the unique experience of Pawna Lake camping Lonavala, these treks provide a perfect blend of adventure and tranquility. So pack your hiking boots, gather your friends, and embark on an exploration of Lonavala’s stunning natural beauty.

[richardeitzel]

Desert Adventures: Exploring Extreme Hiking Trails in Arid Landscapes with Richard Eitzel

Venturing into the desert wilderness offers thrill-seekers and nature enthusiasts the opportunity to embark on extreme hiking trails that traverse rugged terrain and showcase the raw beauty of arid landscapes. From towering sand dunes to deep canyons and ancient rock formations, desert hiking trails present a unique set of challenges and rewards for intrepid explorers. In this blog, we delve into the world of extreme hiking in desert environments with the help of expert hikers such as Richard Eitzel, highlighting some of the most exhilarating trails and offering tips for those seeking to embark on their own desert adventure.

The Allure of Desert Hiking

The allure of desert hiking lies in the stark contrast between the harsh, unforgiving environment and the breathtaking beauty that unfolds before your eyes. As you traverse vast expanses of sandy terrain and rocky outcrops, you'll encounter a mesmerizing array of natural wonders, from towering mesas and towering rock formations to hidden oases and winding canyons. Each step brings new discoveries and challenges, as you navigate rugged terrain and adapt to the ever-changing conditions of the desert landscape.

Moreover, desert hiking offers a sense of solitude and connection with nature that is unmatched in more densely populated areas. Far removed from the hustle and bustle of urban life, desert trails provide an opportunity to escape the stresses of everyday life and immerse yourself in the serenity of the wilderness. Whether you're seeking a solo adventure or embarking on a guided trek with fellow enthusiasts, the desert offers a unique and unforgettable hiking experience that will leave you with a renewed appreciation for the beauty and resilience of the natural world.

Challenges of Desert Hiking

While desert hiking can be a rewarding and exhilarating experience, it also comes with its own set of challenges and hazards that must be navigated with caution and preparation. One of the most significant challenges of desert hiking is the extreme temperatures, which can fluctuate dramatically between scorching daytime heat and freezing nighttime cold. Dehydration and heat exhaustion are serious risks in desert environments, requiring hikers to carry an ample supply of water and to plan their hikes during the cooler hours of the day.

Additionally, desert terrain can be rugged and unforgiving, with steep ascents, loose sand, and rocky outcrops presenting obstacles to even the most experienced hikers. Navigating narrow canyons and negotiating steep cliffs requires careful footwork and a keen sense of balance, as well as the ability to assess and mitigate risks effectively. Moreover, desert wildlife such as snakes, scorpions, and insects can pose potential threats to hikers, requiring vigilance and awareness of one's surroundings at all times.

Iconic Desert Hiking Trails

From the towering peaks of the American Southwest to the vast expanses of the Sahara Desert, there are countless iconic hiking trails that beckon adventurers to explore the beauty and grandeur of desert landscapes. One such trail is the Grand Canyon Rim-to-Rim hike, a challenging trek that takes experienced hikers like Richard Eitzel on a journey through one of the world's most awe-inspiring natural wonders. Spanning approximately 21 miles and descending nearly 10,000 feet into the depths of the canyon, this epic hike offers breathtaking panoramic views and a true test of endurance.

Another iconic desert hiking trail is the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT), which stretches over 2,650 miles from the border of Mexico to the border of Canada, traversing diverse landscapes including deserts, mountains, and forests along the way. The desert section of the PCT, known as the Southern California Desert, presents hikers with the opportunity to experience the solitude and beauty of the desert wilderness while tackling challenging terrain and extreme temperatures. With its stunning vistas and rugged beauty, the PCT is a bucket-list destination for outdoor enthusiasts seeking adventure and exploration in the desert.

Essential Gear and Preparation

Preparing for a desert hiking adventure requires careful planning and consideration of essential gear and supplies to ensure a safe and enjoyable experience. Key items to pack include plenty of water (at least one gallon per person per day), high-energy snacks, sunscreen, a wide-brimmed hat, lightweight clothing layers, sturdy hiking boots, a map and compass or GPS device, a first aid kit, and emergency signaling devices such as a whistle or mirror. Additionally, expert hikers such as Richard Eitzel inform a trusted friend or family member of their itinerary and expected return time, and carry a fully charged cell phone for emergencies.

Moreover, it's essential to research the specific trail you plan to hike and familiarize yourself with its terrain, difficulty level, and potential hazards. Checking weather forecasts and trail conditions before setting out can help you prepare accordingly and make informed decisions about when and where to hike. Additionally, knowing how to recognize and respond to signs of dehydration, heat exhaustion, and other medical emergencies is essential for staying safe in the desert wilderness. By taking these precautions and being properly equipped, hikers can enjoy their desert adventure with confidence and peace of mind.

Environmental Conservation and Leave No Trace Principles

As stewards of the natural environment, desert hikers have a responsibility to minimize their impact on fragile ecosystems and preserve the beauty and integrity of the wilderness for future generations. Adopting Leave No Trace principles, such as packing out all trash, staying on designated trails, and avoiding damage to vegetation and wildlife habitat, is essential for minimizing the environmental footprint of hiking activities. Additionally, practicing responsible fire safety and respecting wildlife by observing from a distance and refraining from feeding or disturbing animals helps protect the delicate balance of desert ecosystems.

Furthermore, supporting local conservation efforts and participating in volunteer initiatives such as trail maintenance and cleanup efforts can make a positive contribution to preserving desert wilderness areas and promoting sustainable outdoor recreation practices. By cultivating a culture of environmental stewardship and mindfulness among hikers as emphasized by experienced hikers including Richard Eitzel, we can ensure that these pristine landscapes remain accessible and intact for future generations to enjoy.

Embracing the Adventure of Desert Hiking   

Exploring extreme hiking trails in desert landscapes offers adventurers the opportunity to embark on thrilling adventures and connect with the raw beauty of the natural world. Despite the challenges and hazards that come with desert hiking, the rewards are plentiful, from awe-inspiring vistas and unique geological formations to the sense of accomplishment and self-discovery that comes from overcoming obstacles and pushing personal limits.

By preparing carefully, respecting the environment, and embracing the spirit of adventure, expert hikers such as Richard Eitzel embark on unforgettable journeys through the desert wilderness, forging memories that will last a lifetime. So lace up your boots, pack your water bottles, and set out to explore the wonders of desert hiking today!

[annieandro]

The sun in Sagittarius and the moon in Aries is a way out front native You wake up every morning, all systems go Every day is a race that you're not only going to win But in which you will establish new records Restless, enthusiastic, and energetic You're always seeking new worlds to conquer

You are one of the fortunates who doesn't have too much to prove to others or to himself When the Archer's moon is in the sign of the Bull Learning for the sake of learning, and the fulfillment one gets from just knowing Seeking love in its purest sense, and finding all loves in one You take people as you find them, making them more than they knew they could be By just being very much yourself, and staying close always to the music

Sagittarius with a Gemini moon can mean a smooth talker who likes to cover ground You're another one of the restless natives You like to move, and make your presence known wherever you are You have a devil-quick mind and your tempo can knock the devil out of your nervous system But you always recover, because you just can't sit still You have to be out there among them, letting them know they've been missing something:You

The sun in Sagittarius and the moon in Cancer is capable of dreaming the impossible dreamAnd having it happen Your approach is distinctly yours Whatever you do springs from your imagination, which is as unique as your thumbprint One quality that fire and water have in common, is that uncontained they spread This your Achilles heel because it feels so good to just let yourself go

Sagittarius with the moon in Leo is the Archer king of the mountain You ascend to the top of the mountain because you have courage and you are crowned because you have worth This the combination where the positive and noble qualities of man appear to come together You can achieve the highest aspirations, gain the whole world And never compromise your honor, or your soul

The word and the thought are close together, when the Sagittarian moon is in Virgo You know how to present your case, in a courtroom or out of it You have a cool head and can store knowledge for use when you need it You're self-aware without being self-conscious You respect principle and people And uphold them both, no matter what the personal cost

The Sagittarian with the Libran moon finds harmony in personal relationships, and also self-fulfillment People are a good bet for you, because you're optimistic and believe in them Much of the security and the comfort you seek is a direct result of those who love you and befriend you However, there is perception behind that personable façade That can spot a counterfeit faster than you can say "FBI"

own, when the Archer and the Scorpion moon get together You start fast and alone, and finish fasterYou have the physical, intellectual, and emotional strength to make your life work There is temper here, and the Scorpion tongue can jab deep and draw blood if provoked However, you are easy with a dollar and generous with your time But always know what you are doing with both

"Don't fence me in" And it's pretty difficult to do when both the sun and the moon is in Sagittarius All the Sagittarian qualities are raised to the nth powerImpulsiveness, restlessness, and curiosity will take this native to far places Either in mind or in geography This a gentle adventurer Who touches the world with a warm hand And asks only that the world allows him to get a better look at it

Strength through thoughtIs the root of your progress, if the Sagittarian moon is in Capricorn The climbing ambition of the Goat takes the form of intellect and progress is equated with intellectual attainment The more you know, the more you grow, and the higher you go Yours is a well organized ascent for you believe" Everything in its place Anything, anywhere What a disgrace"

Sagittarius rhymes with Aquarius And when the Sagittarian moon is Aquarian, that rhyme is part of a song It is the music of ideals for which you are able to find the words And like any good song, there is something vaguely familiar, and at the same time strikingly original about it Your message is one of hope, for everyone And you can always find ears that appreciate your words and music And other voices to sing them, and keep your message alive

The Sagittarian with his moon in Pisces is the Archer who aims his arrow at a target deep inside himself You're the one who does not care to shoot down the sun, moon or stars But simply to be content that they are where they are and you can look at them and appreciate them when you want to Your goal is cultivation of the spirit And all the gold, power and fame in the universe could not satisfy you half as much As that reality

[cienie-isengardu]

A very good list!

@evilbihan, I hope you won't mind if I will seize up the provided opportunity to rant a bit over the weird fanon idea how Kuai Liang is the protector of Tomas, usually against mean Bi-Han, or how close those two were because the storyline did not build up that feeling of brotherhood between Smoke and Scorpion as they did not interact in any direct way before Sub-Zero was removed from picture and I have a strong urge to talk about it. So in advance, sorry for inviting myself to your post but otherwise I may not have the motivation to sit and write it in the nearest future.

And just for clarity’s sake, I’m here to talk about the visual storytelling of the game, not to judge which character was or wasn’t a good brother.

The first outstanding detail that catched my attention about Tomas is that he was not acknowledged at all by Liu Kang in the first chapter. Fire Lord called Sub-Zero and Scorpion by name and thus those two were singled out to join him while Tomas was left behind. As it will turn out, Tomas won’t be acknowledged by Fire Lord at all through the whole game. The first person to actually address Tomas on screen by his birth name is, surprisingly Bi-Han.

When awaiting together for Liu Kang, the main interaction carried through the scene is between Tomas and Bi-Han or Bi-Han and Kuai Liang - and the way the camera focuses, we usually see only the speaker or two brothers involved in the current dialogue. During that scene, Smoke and Scorpion did not share any dialogue between them. Tomas was looking twice at Kuai Liang:

at the beginning of the scene

--> and please note how it looks like Tomas was looking at Scorpion (and maybe even talking to his brother), but Kuai's face is turned in opposite direction than Smoke, giving the impression of ignoring him.

2. before saying "Were he here, Father would advise us to wait without protest."

When Bi-Han said in frustration "Mind your place, Tomas. Father may have taken you in, made you one of us... but your blood will never be Lin Kuei.", Tomas did not glance at Kuai Liang for support. Scorpion looked at Smoke but said and did nothing else.

It is understandable that brothers dropped their talk once Kung Lao and Raiden approached but there is a long pause of silence (~5 seconds) between Bi-Han finishing his harsh words and brothers acknowledging the newcomers and Kuai Liang did not even start to utter any protest at Sub-Zero’s comment.

During the war meeting with Fire Lord it makes sense Tomas and Kuai Liang did not talk between themselves nor to Sub-Zero or Liu Kang. They stood together, as they were officially Grandmaster’s subordinates.

During the war meeting with Fire Lord it makes sense Tomas and Kuai Liang did not talk between themselves nor to Sub-Zero or Liu Kang. They stood together, as they were officially Grandmaster’s subordinates.

But once the three of them were again alone, we come back to the previously established interactions, either between Tomas and Bi-Han or Bi-Han and Kuai Liang, while Scorpion and Smoke look at the other here and there

and share one(!) long glance after Bi-Han remarked "That is our past. It won't be our future."

Again, no real dialogue between Tomas and Kuai Liang while at the same time:

Bi-Han and Tomas talked about how to infiltrate the fortress

Smoke: "The only way in is over the walls." Sub-Zero: "We must find a less guarded section before attempting an ascent."

Kuai Liang's only addition to that scene is talking about duty ("Glory? We fight for duty.") and father ("We must honor his vision Bi-Han.")

once Bi-Han left the scene, there is an empty space between brothers, showing how far away they stood - more than at arm's lenght.

During Nitara's attack, both Bi-Han and Kuai Liang showed concern for falling down Tomas (and no, the failing rock was not kicked on purpose)

and after Bi-Han won against Nitara and Ermac, he asked both brothers if they were unharmed.

Scorpion answered for himself and Tomas that indeed they are fine. Again, Kuai Liang did not like Bi-Han's enthusiasm for fighting / different attitude than his own and had no real interaction with Tomas besides a quick shared glance.

Further, we could see Tomas and Bi-Han again talking about mission:

Smoke: "That's Quan Chi. The other sorcerer Liu Kang described." Sub-Zero: "Kuai Liang and I will capture him. Stay here. Do not let them activate the soul stealers."

and again, Kuai Liang had nothing to add to the discussion.

From here brothers are separated. Through Bi-Han's chapter (Band of Brothers), Tomas interacts directly with Bi-Han alone, while he and Kuai Liang mainly cast a glance at each other and that is all. There was only one (1) Sub-Zero’s harsh remark toward Smoke but he snapped at Kuai Liang too a few scenes later. Beside that, he twice showed his care toward Tomas and though it is clear Smoke was the least battle-experienced out of the three brothers, it was him who talked with Bi-Han about their plan of action twice, while Kuai Liang's dialogues are focused at "duty", "tradition" and "father" but not about the job at hand.

And what is also important to note, through the story mode up to Bi-Han's betrayal, Tomas is constantly showed at Bi-Han's right side - a side with symbolic meaning and often reserved for the "second in command"

admittedly, this is one of reasons why I don't believe Tomas is the youngest brother.

Once Bi-Han sides with Shang Tsung and is "removed" from their group, we finally get a direct interaction between Scorpion and Tomas, as they talk about what happened. This is also the first time Kuai Liang on screen confirms to see Smoke as a brother and touching his arm - a contrast to lack of response to Bi-Han's harsh remark from a few scenes ago.

I admit, I can see why some people considers Scorpion!Kuai Liang to be manipulative, if we see him on screen being supportive and reassuring toward Tomas once he needs his brother's support - personally I'm willing to give all Lin Kuei brothers the benefit of doubt here, as none of them get in physical contact with others that much outside of the fight. Which is why I think it is more a matter of Lin Kuei training than them withholding the comfort of gestures like the ones above.

At the same time, I find it weird the story mode went with Scorpion touching Smoke's arm and not shoulder, the way previous games went with that gesture of comfort/solidarity:

Also, what is important to note, Kuai is saying a lot "we" when talking with Tomas or answering Bi-Han during their fight

"We may not share blood, but we are brothers."

"Not when it betrays Lin Kuei principles. We won't sacrifice them to serve your ambition!"

"We must chart a new course. One that both honors our Father's legacy and serves Earthrealm."

"Help me. We can't leave him here to aid Shang Tsung."

but won't allow Smoke to inference with his fight against Bi-Han.

"Stay back! This is my fight."

and in later chapters, Tomas again will be pushed into background and barely interacting with Scorpion - granted, this is due to other characters playing main role and how storyline went, but it is standing out how any closer bond between Tomas and Kuai is shown only during Scorpion's chapter, while before that Tomas interacted directly mainly with Bi-Han.

Which I admit is so weird that fandom at large is set to demonize Bi-Han as the abusive brother toward Tomas over one(1) remark and to present Kuai Liang as the always supportive one because of one(1) gesture/scene, when story mode alone showed us that for majority of time, Tomas and Bi-Han worked well despite their ideological differences and arguments. Maybe it is just me, but Tomas felt more like Bi-Han's second in command during the mission than Kuai Liang. That is not something that could work, if Bi-Han hated or on purpose hurted Tomas or didn't want Smoke at his side at all.

MK1 story mode didn't build the feeling of close bond between Smoke and Scorpion BEFORE Bi-Han was removed from their group, yet people will demonize one brother and make the other Tomas' angel guardian while ignoring the rest of source material. Which I admit, is not that surprising as it should be but not any less irritating either.

A guide to writing Tomáš

This is a Bi-Han centric blog, but I really want to talk about the mischaracterization of Tomáš too because it irks me to no end and I believe he deserves better. Not to mention that most of his mischaracterization usually comes at Bi-Han's expense as well.

Tomáš is not the sad, broken, overly sensitive crybaby the fandom likes to portray him as. Every time I see yet another version of the same fanart where poor Tomáš is bawling his eyes out and running into Kuai Liang's arms because Bi-Han was being "mean" to him, I immediately unfollow the artist. Tomáš is a grown man, it's disgusting how the fandom keeps babying him. Not to mention it's getting boring and on top of that, it's completely wrong characterization of both Bi-Han and Tomáš. In the scene where Bi-Han snaps at him, Tomáš barely even bats an eyelash. He looks confused and annoyed if anything, not heartbroken, and he certainly doesn't break down in tears either. Tomáš literally chose to talk back to Bi-Han, he's not afraid to say what he thinks, which is proven by the fact that he even confronts Liu Kang for letting his family die. Tomáš is courageous and he stands up for himself. This man watched his entire family get murdered in front of him and chose not to let it haunt him. ("Their ghosts no longer haunt me.") Of all three Lin Kuei brothers, he's the one with the highest emotional maturity, choosing not to let emotions cloud his judgement, unlike Kuai Liang (blind anger/hatred) and Bi-Han (frustration). Tomáš is so much stronger than people give him credit for. He's not some damsel in distress that needs saving and he definitely doesn't need Kuai Liang to defend him, especially not from Bi-Han who respected Tomáš and his skills enough to let him join them for important missions when he had everyone else in the Lin Kuei at his disposal. It's awful how some fans deliberately paint Tomáš as weak and Bi-Han as cruel, so they can make Kuai Liang look better.

A lot of the traits that define Tomáš are usually taken away from him in fanfics and fanart and given to Kuai Liang instead. Tomáš is the loyal, brave and kind brother who wants peace above all else, who wants his brothers to reconcil, who is truly selfless and respectful, even towards some of his foes. Believe it or not, Tomáš is not the "soft" brother. He chooses to be kind and fans mistake it for weakness. Despite being angry at Bi-Han, Tomáš doesn't want vengeance against him. He wants his brothers to stop fighting, for Earthrealm's sake and because they're family. Tomáš might be the youngest of the brothers but he's wiser than them. He has seen enough death and bloodshed to know no one will come out of this war as a winner.

Tomáš used to idolize Bi-Han, not Kuai Liang. Bi-Han, who is known to be cold and ruthless. As I said before in another post I made, Tomáš is no less ruthless than his brothers. He is not sweet and innocent. Just like Bi-Han and Kuai Liang, he was trained to be a lethal and stealthy warrior. Even before joining the Lin Kuei, Tomáš was a hunter. He grew up in a family of hunters. Listen to his taunts at the end of each round and the way he giggles while performing one of his fatalities. Tomáš enjoys hunting, he enjoys the thrill of it.

There is no part of the story or any intros that indicate that Kuai Liang and Tomáš were ever close before their falling out with Bi-Han, but it is said that Tomáš used to admire Bi-Han. I don't know why the fandom made up the wholesome bond between Kuai Liang and Tomáš because of that one scene in which Kuai Liang conveniently tells Smoke that they're brothers because he needed him on his side. Kuai Liang doesn't even bother interrupting when Bi-Han reprimands Tomáš. He even questions Smoke's resolve. What brought them both closer are a few shared ideals, such as the wish to honor their father's legacy and continue their duty of protecting Earthrealm. Kuai Liang is now the only family Smoke has left, which is why he's doing everything he can to prove worthy of his trust. He calls himself the Shirai Ryu's second in command, he's the one who recruits Hanzo, he's supportive of everything Kuai Liang does and never contradicts him despite having different opinions than his brother, possibly out of fear of losing his family yet again.

Tomáš is a very curious and open-minded person. Unlike Bi-Han and Kuai Liang who are both equally disgusted by the idea of fame and stardom, Smoke seems eager to play a part in one of Johnny's movies when Johnny suggests giving him a role in a film he made. He's also the one reaching out to others to try and bond with them, to make friends. He tells Raiden that he wants to visit Fengjian, he asks other characters questions about themselves etc.

Tomáš is without a doubt traumatized from what he's seen and been through. Similar to Bi-Han in the previous timeline, Smoke is concerned that he's tainted by evil due to his nightmares about the Enenra. Ashrah reassures him that her kriss can't sense any evil, but there's a chance he might still become corrupted.

I hope this makes sense and will help writers and artists out there to portray Tomáš more accurately in their works. Too many people in the fandom have a wrong idea of who this character is.

[dailyadventureprompts]

A demon (or whatever kind of fiend, idc) worshipped out of necessity by the wasteland peoples for the life giving rain it provides.

Villain: She who Provides

Thirst will drive you mad, it will hollow you out and change you into something that will kill for a swallow of mud. You will be that thing, atleast in part, forever after. No matter how much water you drink.

Setup: The Enja people have always been survivors. Despite centuries warring with other tribes for territory, despite the desert encroaching on the lush savanna lands they called home, despite the storms from out of the waste that echo with the wrath of forgotten gods and have worn empires down to nothing, they have survived.

Even when the warlord came and built his tower, driving them from their homes and forcing them to trek the dunes under threat of massacre, they survived. Despite everything; the death of their leaders, the swallowing of the sun behind an endless veil of sand, they chose survival, and pressed onwards into the heart of the desert following a song.

That is where they met She who Provides. Originating from a time when the desert was the basin of a great sea, this ancient spirit called to the Enja from beyond the blasted heart of the wastes and gave them water, pouring forth an oasis from between her yellowed teeth in a life giving benediction. In the years that that they have spent in the waste the Enja have not only survived but grown strong, hewn down to a brutal edge by the rigors of living in the harshest climate and raiding for what they need, always following She who Provides and her lifegiving waters as they make a great circuit of the dunes.

What none of the Enja suspect is that they have been sold out by one of their own. A priest by the name of Koruul who began his ascent to power as apprentice to the tribe's elder mystic, who like all of his kin was forced from his home at the point of the warlord's spears. Despite having served the elder mystic all his life, Koruul was riven by doubt in the elder's abilities, having helped maintain the mystic the old woman used to retain her influence among their people. When the mystic said she could guide her people through the desert to safety, Koruul's doubt transformed into a desperate fear, a fear that opened him up to the distant song of She who Provides. Decades after seizing the mystic's power with the help of a carefully placed scorpion, Koruul has come to lead the Enja and see them transformed into an instrument of his revenge: dependent on the spirit he claims to speak for and steeped in ancient hatreds for those who stole their lands (warlord and others besides).

Adventure Hooks:

The players are first likely to encounter the Enja as raiders, the forgotten tribe, the feral people, breakers of oaths and banished from civilized lands. not worth the spit it would take to curse their name. They ambush caravans and attack oasis, work as hired muscle for petty villains and kidnap lone travelers to sacrifice to their heathen desert god.

Santh is a scout for the Enja, and her long weeks of riding out before her people gives her a lot of time to think. Think about how She who Provides is giving less and less water in recent months, about how Koruul says this is a sign that they must take back their ancesteral lands, and that that every drop of blood they spill will be repaid a hundred fold. Mostly she's thinking about the phantasmal old woman she keeps seeing, who's led her out of danger all throughout her life and has now led her to the party. If both groups can overcome their distrust, they might just be able to oust the mad priest and his fiendish patron.

Though they have discovered innumerable ruins during their time in the waste that could have provided shelter, the Enja's dependance on She who Provides ensures that they must keep moving, following the malign spirit and leaving behind everything (and everyone) not strong enough to make the journey. This wandering encampment of warriors and camp followers is known as the Sunless Procession for the weeks or months they spend buffeted by sandstorms, and stops only when She who Provides ( and Koruul) say so. After many years, the procession has returned to the party's section of the desert, marking a change in the campaign world. Familiar roads are no longer safe as raiding parties disrupt caravans and force monsters from their territories, friendly villages will be pillaged and burnt, and old enemies may be forced to put down their grudges and unite against this new threat. The arrival of the Sunless Procession may provide the inciting incident of a campaign, or mark the beginning of a new act to an ongoing adventure.

Art

[verycharismaticdragon]

worthlessness of power as one of TYK’s central themes:

those who seek it do not obtain it, and those who have it do not want it.

A while ago, I wrote a bit of meta about the value of love as one of the central themes in TYK. Today, the stars were finally in postion for me to follow it up.

Among secondary characters of Tian Ya Ke, those who grab for power – whether it’s societal authority, superb martial techniques, or both – are many. All have their own reasons; all set their sights on Lapis Armor once word of it gets around. In the narrative, the Armor becomes synonymous with power; and yet, none of our main characters want it.

Because in TYK, with great power comes... distinct lack of happiness.

Which characters in this novel are most miserable? Oh, the Emperor of the country and the immortal master with peerless martial arts. 

(continuing under cut)

Helian Yi lost the person he loved first, then the rest of his friends. Jing Beiyuan faked his death, He Yunxing got married and moved to the borderlands, and Zhou Zishu stabbed himself full of nails just to get away…* So the one who holds the greatest power over the country is also the one who doesn’t get to hold onto anything else.

Ye Baiyi, by a fluke of fate, had mastered the Six Harmonies – something that many other characters fight and kill to acquire. He never even wanted it – he was only trying to save the man he loved. The Six Harmonies granted him immortality and raised his martial arts to unparalleled levels… but also trapped him on Changming mountain for decades and decades. And he didn’t even get to have any personal happiness, Rong Changqing either ignorant of or not returning his feelings. So by the time of the novel, Ye Baiyi had not only outlived everyone he cared about, but came to think of his power as being ‘the living dead’...

Right next to those two most extreme examples, of course, are none other than our main characters.

Zhou Zishu, the leader of Tian Chuang, is without a doubt one of the most powerful people in the capital – perhaps even second only to the Emperor. And yet...

But now that he thought of it, what exactly did he want? And what had he lost? He had thrown away his freedom to serve royalty in the dark; his life in a never-ending circle, anything he ever owned had to become compensations for the acts he had committed. Now he was just a loner with empty hands, having racked his brain for a triumphant escape plan that put his life at risk. [...] He suddenly pitied himself, feeling like the most foolish man even in the most foolish world. (chapter 2)

...none of that power and authority had given him any happiness, and in fact, the one person in the world he deeply cared about had died because of things he did to clear the way for Helian Yi’s ascent.** 

Wen Kexing, the Ghost Valley master, the one who emerged victorious in countless battles, is just as miserable:

“[...] I’ve been the Ghost Master for eight years, yet have never had one day of peaceful sleep. What’s so ‘impressive’ there?” (chapter 77)

To those holding power, it becomes a burden and a constraint; yet those who do not have it seek to obtain it, driven by greed or ambition. As Zhou Zishu puts it in chapter 32: “the words ‘peerless master’ alone can drive people to madness”.

As I mentioned, throughout the narrative Lapis Armor is used as a synonym for power. And what better illustrates how worthless the pursuit of it is than the fact that the Lapis Armor can not ever be opened? The entire bloody struggle for it was never gonna reward any of its participants, as Wen Kexing had long destroyed the key. All of those people with ambitions higher than heavens, even the Scorpion who nearly manages to ‘win’... none of them would get what they wanted anyway.

Or, as our boy Cao Weining brilliantly puts:

Those people scheming this and scheming that all day long, struggling to make others die while living themselves; what was the point of it? Practicing exceptional, divine arts, being number one in the realm through a thousand autumns and innumerable generations; what was the point of that? They would still be old bachelors all their lives, never getting wives. Cao Weining vaguely felt them to all be a bit pitiful. (chapter 68)

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* we simply do not know where Lu Shen is, but anyway, at least three out of four of HLY’s friends ran off on him. ** not necessarily what happened, I think Jiuxiao’s return was at least as much love and care as it was repentance – but Zhou Zishu only sees it as the latter.

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- tyk meta masterpost -

[mysteriouslytransparentwitch]

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2023 energy trend for tarot & oracle scorpions. With the oracle of energies, we have 3 archangel cards out of 6, good!!! OK!!! 2023 will be under the sign of your spirituality, your previous aix, you continue to learn about yourself and about life, creativity will be present too, financial abundance will start knocking on your door, I feel a lot of strategy for your career for to be able to evolve and move forward towards your goals. With the thread of destiny, we have duality above us, letting go towards your ascent and your success but the line below, we have the shadows, feeling chained, but also asking you to recharge your batteries, the shadow is always present in scorpions, it's part of them. With the oracle of Greek mythology, we have lightness, we also have divine right, something that is for you, that is part of your destiny, beware of shadows, scorpions, always leave light in your life and hear the messages of your guides, pay attention to your fears (love, success...)

with the tarots: be careful in your career material world (money...) study all your proposals, they are not all good to take, he may have regrets later? Otherwise your year will be punctuated with success and opportunity to increase your career

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

“Appreciated. As is your own company. Probably wouldn't be doing something like this otherwise... something I should have done a long time ago. Needed a reminder of my destiny, I reckon. Couldn't think of a more pleasant reminder than yourself. They tend to be less than ideal."

Eskel's deep voice returned to Syanna, with a nod and faint smile of his marred visage, before returning the attention if his viper eyes ahead. The Black Sun matter that lie between them could be put off for now, until they were further away... there was plenty of time yet to get into the particulars. There was nothing to be gained in speaking of Deidre... what he had done to her... quite the opposite, if she knew the full truth. He had long learned to keep most things to himself to get by in the world, and on the Path. That, and it was his own business, his own mistake to live with, as she was undoubtedly keeping her fair share of unpleasant secrets and regrets to herself as well. She would not be undertaking so dangerous a quest with him otherwise. Hours passed in their journey, and before morning arrived, they made it off the road and into the dense woods of the Amell Mountains, the lower valley of it, beginning their ascent. Toussaint lie behind them now for the most part, and certainly any signs of civilization. The Witcher kept his enhanced senses sharp and alert on their surroundings all the while. Slowing Scorpion to a trot as they moved through the forests and up the side of the mountain, he looked back over to the enigmatic raven haired noblewoman again, speaking up.

“Here we are... good to be away from that fairy tale duchy and back in some genuine mountains again. My natural terrain. Grew up in the Blue Mountains... fairly different sort of mountain, but this one is welcome all the same. Wasn't made for a life of luxuries and comforts... simple living for a simple Witcher. Should be somewhere decent you can rest around here."

@starwrittenfates

@wanderingwolfwitcher continued from X

Hearing his opinion of the Black Sun Girls and how the curse affected their lives -- her life -- made Syanna suddenly feel very calm, realizing he would understand. He would get it. And for some reason he had a strong tie to the curse too. It was his destiny...and he betrayed it? It was obvious Eskel was just as ambitious as Syanna herself to kill Stregobor, that wasn't in question, but what was his tie to the curse? No man was ever 'cursed'...and then her blue eyes went wide with realization.

He must have known one of the Black Sun girls personally. That was the only explination that made sense. And something must have happened to her. After all, none of them ever made it out alive. Syanna was only lucky.

Knowing it was finally her turn to say something about herself in return and answer his question, Syanna chose her words carefully. It was clear he was suspicious of her, and she was eventually going to have to tell him the truth if they were going to work together. "Just because it all happened in the North, and before I was born, doesn't mean it isn't happening to any unfortunate girls in Toussaint or the Empire itself." She paused, letting the words set in for a bit before she continued on, "I'm a different kind of noble...have been since I was born. I think that was why my parents regretted having me be their first instead of my dear little sister. It also didn't help at court or with our sibling rivalries. Children are usually troublesome, it's too be expected, but for me...it was a different case. Everything was my fault, even when it wasn't. Eventually, my parents had enough of me and had finally found a suitable excuse to get rid of me." Her eyes saddened, now focused on the road ahead. "I'm sure you can understand what I'm trying to get at here? You're no stupid knight, Eskel."