#elderglocks asks

[averytiredbitch]

✨Let's talk about OCs!✨ How would you describe your OC's personality/aesthetic? What's your favourite thing about them? Tell us a fun fact(s) about your OC or their creation! 🤍 Send this to at least 3 people to spread some OC appreciation! 🤍

So I'm gonna answer this ask for an oc I have not talked about since posting her character sheet for the movie

Kristy.

specifically her video game version. (I will throw in a quick comparison between game Kristy and movie Kristy somewhere)

this will contain spoilers for her backstory and my plot my au for the NRS (still mapping out the midway era) portion of it. (MK 9-X specifically)

taglist for mk content: @theelderhazelnut @mids-stupid-shit @roselyn-writing @mixed-bag-of-fandoms @malicedragoness

ONWARD!

So Kristy's personality can be described as sporadic, closed off, and paranoid. And that is cause of the cult she was raised in.

You see, her parents were each apart of a cult. Her dad was apart of a cult dedicated to a certain goddess, and her mom was apart of the same cult where Johnny got his powers from, (via his backstory in MK 9). Obviously the two cults were at odds with each other, with one viewing the other as a threat. This didn't stop her parents from meeting in secret. And when they did, they found out things that made them question the validity of what their cult taught. So much so, that her mom considered leaving her cult all together.

Kristy's dad however, was less adamant to leave his cult. You see, he had once met and trained under the goddess this cult is dedicated to. (No he did not start. He in fact has no idea who the actual leader of the cult is, he just follows along with the one acting as the leader). So any chance there was to see her again, he'd take it. This led to her mom to go off on her own. But she failed to escape and so Kristy was raised in the God-Killing cult, while her father never knew if his old love and child made it out alive. Obviously, Kristy later on down the line is able to escape, alongside a boy who she would be separated from, and not meet again until much later.

(fun fact; that is the key difference between Kristy's movie backstory and game backstory. Her mom making it out. In the movie, Ginger did. In the game, she did not)

I don't really have an aesthetic for her. (I am still trying to figure what that means. I barely got moodboards down, soooo-)

My favorite thing about her? Aside from Shariah, she is my only other oc who has pink as a main color, and I like that I was able to use a color that I used to hate for so long for characters that are in no way traditionally girly. (I suffered from my egg donor's internalized misogyny, which led me to inherit and distribute some of my own when I was growing up). (I am AFAB, if that context clue helps).

fun facts about her?

I first made MK OCs when I was 13, and Kristy was among the first two I made. However, she was not an actual character, but rather a backstory character. She was the original mom of Xiu Ying. (who started off as the daughter of Kuai Liang and Kristy, and who's original name was Delonia. Who, yes, was my very first oc.)

Sadly, she was a dead mom. Yes I pulled the classic, "dead mom" trope. (which poor Xiu, it's still apart of her backstory)

(in fact, a lot of my ocs have a "dead mom" backstory.... damn...)

another one is when I first redesigned her, I did it so in a way to make her a sort of female version of Kabal, as I was into "shipping the counterparts" type ships. (still a teenager at the time, but an older one)

Now, I am making her look closer to being the female version of another mortal kombat character to signify the parent-child connection between the two.

her is Kristy in the cult (picrew; 2604520)

and Kristy post cult (picrew; 1712061)

(both makers were limited so here's a bonus pic. Picrew; 2141620)

[theelderhazelnut]

Rise of The Villains: The Advocate

Warnings: mentions of death

Words count: 1.5k

Pairing(s): None

Characters: Quan Chi, Raiden, Sonya Blade, Johnny Cage, Cassie Cage

Summary: Quan Chi is back from the dead, but his punishment is far from over. The Special Forces have captured him to use for their own purposes.

Author’s Note: Here it is! This series is best described as an AU of Rise Of The Villains (An au of an au lol). This takes place somewhere between MKX and MK11, and is not canon compliant. ALSO, writing from his pov is the medicine I didn’t know I needed.

Writing Taglist: @cassietrn @raresvtm @cloudofbutterflies92 @mids-stupid-shit @thedragonholder @tommyarashikage @malicedragoness @afraidofrabbits @ash-shark @darialovesstuff @bloody-arty-myths @vivilovespink @starneko123 @inafieldofdaisies @chaosrealm @voidika @aceghosts @euryalex @elderglocks @averytiredbitch @strangefable

Returning from the dead wasn’t really a good idea; at least not when it was about me. The silence among the corpses and, as they say, damned souls was where I felt most comfortable in.

Death was never an issue for me. I knew the rules of this board game. I knew which pawns to move and exactly which houses to move them to. And I would always stand up with a proud smile, and shake hands with death with pure confidence.

But this time was different. This time, the game was new. I didn’t know the rules. This time, Raiden slammed my fist down onto the table.

The path to the main headquarters was more crowded than I would usually prefer. Living eons in the Netherrealm had forged my mind to fit well with that incomparable isolation among jagged cliffs and eroded souls, so now it was doomed to endure the endless, lively chatter of humans everywhere. Every single one of them minded their own particular business. They blended together; out of my control.

I leaned my temple against the car’s window while my handcuffed hands subconsciously stroked the fabric of my uniform pants, silently getting accustomed to them.

“No longer allowed to open portals to your destination?” The Special Forces agent asked, his raspy voice was nearly unreadable.

My chest clenched. “But, still, I will survive a car accident.”

His green eyes lingered on me through the rear view mirror. My lips slowly stretched into a smirk. That was the fear I knew with my flesh and blood. At least something from home accompanied me this morning.

After about half an hour, a dark vast border of a fortified wall emerged from the horizon. I shifted to the middle seat to take a better look through the front window. As far as the eye could see, the wall stood persistently, stoically protecting what was behind. As we drove closer, I noticed that it wasn’t actually a wall. It consisted of angular observation decks, and tiny dots of light leaked through the concrete.

The winding road lead us towards an enormous gate. And soon, we were among armored vehicles and hurried soldiers. I got out of the van. The cold wind whipped my face. Immediately, the trigger of another round of headache came forward.

“This new face is in the biggest spotlight today! I’m envious.” Jonathan Cage nearly shouted, grinning from ear to ear while he wheeled a wheelchair.

“As you should.” I replied. The last thing I needed was him rubbing his hatred for me all over me with an unnatural cheerful tone.

“You even ordered first-class?” He whistled, and tapped the back of the chair. I sat down, and immediately, two soldiers tied my wrists, chestand ankles to the chair.

Mr. Cage wheeled me on a wheelchair through the hallways which were mostly constructed by metal, I presumed. The pale fluorescent lights leaking through the stiff folds of the ceiling and the floor were bright enough to bring any creature back to their senses immediately.

As we reached the very end of one of the many hallways, a metal gate slid open, and we entered a much darker room. It took my eyes a whole several minutes to adjust to the abrupt change of lighting.

“Here he is!” Mr. Cage announced.

Raiden’s white robe quickly caught my attention once he stepped into the dim light. His straw hat shadowed half of his face, per usual. The source of all of my miseries was a few meters away from me, but I was forced to sit on a wheelchair and just watch.

“After eons, you will make considerable use for the realms.” He began firmly. “Even though you are meamt to suffer the consequences of the long list of your crimes.”

“What makes you so certain of that?” The words came out without my knowledge. I let out a sigh and shrugged. “You couldn’t possibly think of a more easier punishment?”

“You are in the Special Forces’ grasp, Quan Chi.” Raiden raised his voice slightly as he repeated his words.

“And as your punishment, you will be working as a secret agent.” A female voice continued. General Sonya Blade stepped forward into the light, shoulders square and hands behind her back.

I would never predict this moment in million years. I held a hysterical laugh behind a sudden burst of a smirk. “You truly are so desperate, lord Raiden. Have you finally succeeded to kill your champions one after another?”

His nostrils flared, his lips creasing in a pout. “In fact, I have always been anticipating this moment to have your cooperation. And it has finally arrived, but not in a situation you certainly desired.” He spoke nonchalantly.

“And if I refused?”

“Your soul will forever be banished to the in-between.”

The blood in my veins froze. Raiden had never made such an existential threat to me, so now this was a sign of a gigantic dog on a leash, ready to be released.

“And how this current moment differs from being banished? Granted with the chance to live among humans is supposed to be…nurturing? Rewarding?” Fortunately, my voice remained tamed and neutral.

General blade dodged my teasing question firmly. “After a medical checkup, you will receive a set of essential gears. And you are also obligated to pass the shooting, and driving training.”

+++

The walk through the hallways wasn’t strange at all, having all eyes on me and all the necks craned up to take a look at the necromancer was quite a familiar sight.

In the inventory, a female voice parroted Mr. Cage’s words.

“They’re being too kind to you, baldy.” Cassie Cage stood up from her seat, sauntering to the circular table at the center. “Guns? That’s too much for you.”

“I am already too much for you soldiers.” I pronounced the last word slightly more emphasized, as though it was a rude insult.

“Talk after you survived a gunfight.”

I rolled my eyes and neared the table. My gaze roamed around the various weapons - which were mostly guns - arranged neatly under the intense fluorescent light. I had to squint a little.

“Have you ever touched a gun before?” She probably had guessed the answer, yet she seemed annoyed by the obligation to ask it aloud.

“After eons of studying, there still remains many fields I haven’t even peeped into.” I picked up a black pistol. “Do I have freedom in my choice?”

Ms. Cage shrugged. “You gotta learn how to handle all of these sooner or later. Most of them at least.” She crossed her arms. “Pick a pistol and a rifle for now. And let’s just get over with this training crap.”

+++

The training session was more of an issue than I had thought. That was the moment I learned aiming with a pistol is considerably more difficult than shooting a large green skull from your bare hands.

One more cylindrical obstacle hitting my shin was enough for my rage to flare. I tripped over and fell onto my elbows. My fist clenched around the pistol. It was all its fault, distracting me from numerous moving obstacles. My chest vibrated from the low growl that escaped my throat.

I turned onto my side, and opened my palms. The heat of rage coursed through my arms, morphing into several shooting skulls. The massive twirling cylinder staggered backwards, the background now visible through the burnt hole in it. The long shafts attached to it went flying in the air. A few of them struck the monkey bars. Targets on the wall collapsed, slamming against the floor with a thunderous clash.

Commander Cage slurped her drink. “Wow.”

I took a deep breath before sitting up on my knees.

“Where’ja wanna get the money from?” She vaguely gestured to the mess before her. “Come on, you’ll perform better on the streets. Like a dog chasing cars.”

“At least I don’t have a golden leash given by my mother.” I forced a smirk on my bitter expression. My chest heaved with my heavy breaths.

She shot me a glare before leaving the training room.

I stood on my feet, and adjusted my uniform. A part of me admitted that she was right; I was now going to chase cars and people like a dog. But since when did they collected the courage to spit facts in my face?

I gripped the fabric of my pants and stared at nothing on the floor. I was only one step away from tangibly tasting this new life. Everything was going smoothly around me and against me. Instead of wrapping it all around my finger, I could just sit there and have a young soldier order me here and there.

I stood up and walked up to the metal gate. At least I could show them why they made a wrong move by making me their secret agent.

[valyrra]

Okay…. So like… @elderglocks . Tumblr ate my ask reply, so I’m just making it as another post. Thank you so much for asking me this OC game about aesthetic and character development fun facts.

So like… I always had issues creating male characters but like… did I really? I remembered a few of my already existing male characters from the time I played WoW hardcore. And I made them in BG3, because why not? Also speacial thanks for @shanaraharlyah , this beautiful human being always hyping me up and being such a big inspiration.💕 I love reading about your ocs you know it

Vaernokk. The war mongering killing machine of the Iron Horde that is trying to adapt to his new life in Azeroth. He had big inspos from a few of my fave villain f/os. In BG3 he’s be a barbarian, neutral evil. He likes to fight, alright? And he will seek it, regardless of the outcome.

Ketrekkor was a dracthyr, which I shipped with my arcane mage, Inkaani Reyes(she had so many bfs lol). He actually was created from me wanting to, give her a good sort of ending. She’s been serving the Alliance for so many years, lost so many important people. So when she became a part of the Dragon Isles expedition, easily she jumped into a new civilian life, falling for a battle mage of the Blue Draconic heritage. He’s smart, curious, manipulative, yet very protective of his mage lover and their adoptive daughter. He’s also is hella rich.

Alagos was actually a troll in his OG AU, bwonsamdi worshipper. An alcoholic priest who struggled with severe mental issues because well. His upbringing was rough. His loa actually saved him from himself a few times, not letting him die, because he believed in him. In BG3 he’s a drow, a cleric of life and I can see Shadowheart x Alagos rivals to loves so clearly I’m dying 🥲💕. Also big durge potential.

[krysta-cross]

It’s not just hearts day for the Cross Family, it’s also the birthday of the twins, Zephyr and Haizea 💕

Can you see how proud Daddy Fujin is? He is teary eyed that his not so little babies are now teens. He made the cake because he’s a hands on father like that 😌 Mommy Krysta can only smile while patting her overly dramatic husband before he burst into tears which their third daughter, Mai isn’t really proud of, her facial expression says it all 😕 While Kazeaki is too young to bother and just wants to give his gift to his older siblings, isn’t that just innocently adorable? 🥰

A/N: I just made this art today, rip my hand but it’s worth it, I haven’t drawn anything for a while so this isn’t best but it’s the thought that counts!

Also I’m accepting OC friends and greetings, I will appreciate anything so feel free to interact, ask me about anything or request a collab and I will do my best to answer or response. I miss tumblr too, I’m just lazy with being online haha 😅

Cross Family is part of my MK fanfic with the title MK: Andromeda, I had the full story and two endings but I haven’t written it all down yet (life isn’t giving me energy lol), it already had a sequel called MK: Andromeda kids which the story revolves around Krysta and Fujin’s children and their adventures along with other MK kids.

I just had a cup of coffee but my brain is still half asleep so forgive me if I talk a lot lol 😆

Tagging my moots for the party 🎉

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[loverofthewindgod]

This is the self insert/OC fairy. 🌼🧚‍♀️When you get this in your ask box, please tell us 3 facts about your S/I or OC and pass it around. Let's learn about each other's S/Is/OCs! 🌈🌷

Thank you @theelderhazelnut and @elderglocks for asking me! 😊😊😊

So for the new faces, this is my MK OC, Sienna.

Sienna is basically who I would want to be in the MK universe (and irl lowkey lol). She's mainly based off of my own personal likes/experiences with some twists here and there, but really, the main reason is so I could live out my romantic fantasies with Lord Fujin through her lol.

◇Sienna is the daughter of Gaia and Blaze, so she's hella powerful and an absolute beast on the battlefield. You think the elder gods feared Sindel? Sienna would be added to that list.

◇Alongside Raiden, she too enjoys spicy food. She actually did a little experiment where she had a jar of peppers ferment in the deepest, darkest part of the netherrealm for a month. But the result was that it "has a little kick".

◇Originally from Edenia, Sienna is actually childhood friends with Princes Taven and Daegon. The two brothers competed for her hand in marriage as a joke, but as years grew by they battle to marry her in hopes of gaining god like power and stopping armageddon as prophesied.

This was pretty fun to do! 😊😊😊

[awholenewkhaos]

Would you still love me even after the end sung by Nozomi, Fuyuka, and Quan Chi ft. Liu Kang 

Parody of: "Would you fall in love with me again" from Epic the Musical

characters: Nozomi, Fuyuka, Quan Chi, and Liu Kang

Backstory (SPOILER WARNING): (in the Aftermath story) After finding their daughter in a distraught state, Fuyuka and Quan Chi go to comfort her, allowing Liu Kang to finally work on the hourglass./After everything ??? (not spoiling that ;) ) had made her do, Nozomi fears her parents will think she is some horrible monster, and disown her.

warning; emotional (//look, this shit made me cry when i was first mapping it out)

tags: @theelderhazelnut @mids-stupid-shit @roselyn-writing @mixed-bag-of-fandoms @malicedragoness @elderglocks @meatgrinderminefield

[Nozomi]

Mom? Dad? 

[Quan Chi]

Is it you?

[Fuyuka]

Have our dreams finally come true?

[Nozomi]

Is it really you standing there?

Or am I dreaming once more?

[Quan Chi]

You look different.

Your eyes don’t shine bright

[Fuyuka]

Your hands don’t grip tight

And your body’s torn.

[Both Fuyuka and Quan Chi]

Is it really you, starlight?

[Nozomi]

I am not the girl you would have loved

I am not the goddess you had hoped for

I am not your tough and bright daughter

And I am not the one you knew before

Could you still love me after the end

If you knew, all I’ve done?

The things I cannot change

Would you love me all the same?

I’m afraid that you may hate me, hate me, for life.

[Quan Chi]

What kind of things did you do?

[Nozomi]

Took the pieces of each realm

As I was forced to take souls like rocks from a beach

Hurt the lives of those you cared for with his hands

But he said all of that would bring you back to me

So tell me

Could you still love me after the end

If you knew the extent of what I had to do?

I am not the woman you knew

Please say that you don’t hate me, hate me

[Fuyuka]

If that’s true, then could you do us a favor?

Just one last bit of labor that would bring us some peace.

[Quan Chi]

See that necklace? Could you take it off your neck?

Lift it high above your head and throw it into that volcano far away from here.

[Nozomi]

How could you say that?

You both made this necklace with your hearts and souls.

Carved it from the stone where the Netherrealm and the Keep both met!

A symbol of your love everlasting!

Do you realize what you have asked me?

The only way to do that is to destroy both of you!

[Both]

Only our daughter knew that!

So we guess that makes her you!

[Nozomi]

Mama, papa.

[Both]

We will always love you

Even after the end

We don’t care how, where, or when

No matter what you have done

You’re ours.

[Quan Chi]

Don’t think that this slaughter means I’m not your father!

[Fuyuka]

You’re always our daughter

And we’ll be waiting, waiting

[Nozomi]

Mama!

[Quan Chi]

Waiting, waiting

[Nozomi]

Papa!

[Both]

Waiting, waiting

Waiting, oh

For you

[Fuyuka]

How long will it take?

[Liu Kang]

20 eons…

[All 3 (Nozomi followed by Quan Chi and Fuyuka]

I-we love you

[zoetheneko]

Zoe's Lore: Part 4

After breakfast, Zoe was escorded to an interrogation room to speak about her past situations to General Blade and Commander Cage.

Once she sat down, Blade told her to proceed with her story. And so she did.

Zoe was wondering a forest looking for food until she was by an of angry animal, which she couldn't remember how it looked like. She attacked back with her fire powers and killed the beast on the spot, leaving few damages to the forest.

Feeling that the woods weren't safe anymore, Zoe stormed out of them and found herself wandering a desert for two days, she later found shelter in the canyon and scared off everyone that passed by and tried to harm her. It lasted for a week before Rambo and Stryker got to her.

When Zoe was done with her story, Sonya asked for her to be escorded to a cell, since she looked like she mostly recovered from her injuries.

She assigned Rambo to supervise Zoe for when she wants to go out of her room. He thought of this to be weird of her to ask this, but he agreed to do it anyway.

_____________________

Zoe asked to be out her room with Rambo, after lunch.

They had a walk around the hallways of the SF's prison. Then when they sat down for a moment, Zoe suddenly asked John as to what was he doing in this army base. He hesitated a moment, but gave in and said that he wasn't really in the army anymore, that just joins the crew to go on more dire missions when they need his expertise. Zoe asked more about it, John answered most of it.

Zoe then added that it would be nice if she could hang out more with him and learn a thing or two about survival; she did what almost looked like begging and swore tjat she would behave.

After time was out and Zoe went back to her cell, John thought about what she said earlier for a while. It was difficult for him to make that decision since he was never asked to mentor somebody before; he had to put some more thoughts into it.

__________________

The day after, he met Sonya again and spoke about what Zoe said during her hour off the cell yesterday and how he was willing to bail her out. Sonya was obviously hesitating but couldn't help but wonder if John was able to actually take an initiate in and train them on his own.

Sonya accepted the request, thinking in hope that it would redeem that kid for what damage she caused on her troops.

Few moments later, Zoe was bailed out and moved into a private dorm room. She did not expect for the boss to listen. But it didn't matter, she was happy to be out of that dawn cell.

To be continued...

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[averytiredbitch]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or re-blogged something from you!

I'll answer this with animals!

1. Sharks (yes I am autistic. No I will not elaborate)

2. Cats (My favorite stim word is just saying "cat" over and over again)

3. Snakes (I really want one as a pet)

4. Birds (specifically budgies. Have you seen the one Tik Tok that's like, "gimme kiss gimme kiss" "thank you baby" 🥺)

[averytiredbitch]

📷 + Reiki and Nozomi 😊

For Nozomi

For Ayeka

[averytiredbitch]

Send this to a blog that you enjoy seeing on your dash to let them know they're a STAR and very TALENTED ⭐⭐⭐

THANK YOU! OMS!

[theelderhazelnut]

OC Speech Mannerisms

Tagged by @inafieldofdaisies @imogenkol and @cloudofbutterflies92 <3

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3+ (Persian, English, Turkish, Metalrealmer)

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep

ACCENT: yes / no

DEMEANOR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed (something between stiff and relaxed)

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin (or tapping on her metal jaw) / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance

-COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️

EMOTION: ⚫️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️

-PROFANITY

FREQUENCY: ⚫️⚫️⚪️⚪️⚪️

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⚫️⚫️⚪️⚪️⚪️

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

-THIS OR THAT

straightforward or cryptic? / finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? / masculinity / neutrality / or femininity? / formalities or with abrasiveness? / praise or equivocation? / frankness or lies (it depends on the situation)? / excessive or minimal hand gestures? / name-calling or magnanimity? / friendly or blunt?

-IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never. (sometimes her monotonous tone results in unclear pronunciation)

DOES YOUR CHARACTER'S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE 'WHOM' IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that's everything / say that's everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they're done here / remain quiet / they don't.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone (monotonous with damaged vocal cords) / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn't.

No pressure tags: @afraidofrabbits @malicedragoness @valyrra @loverofthewindgod @ninibear3000 @raresvtm @ash-shark @ashrahswings @mediocreshake08 @orbitinytheworld @himurasama @sweet-samnang @chadillacboseman @apepthehero @dirtfullofwork @la-grosse-patate @thedeadthree @carlosoliveiraa @cassietrn @strangefable @aceghosts @voidika @euryalex @captastra @krysta-cross @elderglocks @licoricelump @ghastlyrider @mintspider and you!

[theelderhazelnut]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @cassietrn and @imogenkol <3

I’m almost one hour late. Anyways, here’s a snippet of chapter one of ‘Rise of the Villains: The Advocate’. This may seem unrelated to Ombra or the Metalrealm, but I will spoil you by saying that your assumption is incorrect.

I leaned my temple against the window of my room. The neon lights splashed all across the city penetrated my eyes like tiny needles.

The bullet wound in my shoulder still stung, reminding me of how I wasn’t in control anymore. Assigning me to go on a mission for the mere sake of the training was another way for Raiden to rub my misery in my face. I was convinced that I wasn’t a prisoner anymore; I was a hostage.

I fidgeted with my pistol, tracing it with the tip of my fingers exactly how I would trace an ancient amulet.

The alarm on my bedside table went off: displaying the six and zero digits. It was the due time to receive instructions regarding my main job.

The path to the facility soon became blurry lines of neon lights. I would no longer observe and stare at the stiff and minimalistic architecture, or smirk at those who dashed pass me as fast as they could without appearing stupid.

However, it was the fact that I wasn’t bound to a wheelchair which made my eyes go wide for a friction of a second before General Blade began her speech.

“Ever since the fall of Brotherhood of Shadow, Special Forces have been reported with the leaked information regarding the escape of a number of demons, and possibly other Netherrealmer creatures.”

I clenched my jaw at the mention of the downfall of my most prized possession.

“However, wether they have escaped or have been captured is still uncertain.” She put a beige folder on the circular table between us. She withdrew several papers, and a few pictues. “These were taken during the past six months.”

I picked up one the pictures to look at it closely. It was the blurry face of a seemingly female figure, obviously on the run, taken from among a crowd of pedestrians. She was wearing a black mask which matched her dark skin. And her white hair glimmered in the light of the nearby shops.

My brows knitted.

“Does she seem familiar to you?” She asked. I felt like she was, subconsciously, blaming me for what had happened to these demons.

“Jataaka.” I mumbled.

“It’s not only her. We have also captured a picture of someone who highly resembles Kia. The rest of the evidence speaks about more subjects with demonic powers.”

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[theelderhazelnut]

What kind of love is your OC?

Tagged by @katsigian and @cloudofbutterflies92 <3

Love as a flaw

Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem — your problem — and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carve it out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

Note: Ombra doesn’t want to give the cult a chance to hurt her by taking another one of her loved ones. Losing her parents in the most brutal way, and everything that happened afterwards was enough. Besides not wanting to be controlled by the cult again, she doesn’t want to see the one she loves being hurt because of her being the biggest enemy of a dangerous cult.

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[averytiredbitch]

📷 + Reiki and Xiu Ying pls :3

Ok so I just realized @elderglocks also asked for Reiki, so here are images for him. And this will be in two parts. Part one is of course Reiki. Part two will be Xiu Ying.

(ps I am so sorry @elderglocks for misreading what you wrote.)

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Reiki:

[theelderhazelnut]

OCs as Colors

Tagged by @cloudofbutterflies92 @spookyrares @voidika to take this uquiz <3

Burgundy Red

You're very passionate, maybe passionate in the way of people, maybe passionate in the way of a goal, of a love, of a desire- it doesn't matter that much. You're strong-minded, self-sufficient, and people admire you, perhaps for different reasons, depending on what parts of yourself are true or not. Are you done running from what you don't like? It's okay, to be afraid. Fear is normal, it's what makes someone human, what makes someone real, but that doesn't mean that you can avoid everything. Someday your grief of your old self will find you in the middle of a summer day and ask you if you've forgiven it yet, and you will have to find an answer.

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[averytiredbitch]

✨Let's talk about OCs!✨ How would you describe your OC's personality/aesthetic? What's your favourite thing about them? Tell us a fun fact(s) about your OC or their creation! 🤍 Send this to at least 3 people to spread some OC appreciation! 🤍 (for nozomi)

Ok so, as we discussed in chat, I'll be doing this for Cleome instead. Which is the movie version of Reiki, (whose name I might change due to how close it is to the name, "Reiko"). (ooh, crack ship idea???)

There will be backstory spoilers that may lead to main story spoilers, so be warned

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LES GO!

Cleome 's personality can be boiled down to one word, determination. He's determined to prove that he can be the best healer out there, just as his mother once was. When growing up, Cleome's father would tell her about all the great and wonderful things her mother had done. From protecting an elemental, to healing a wounded god. These stories are what keeps her going. Even after the tragedy of what happened to his beloved clan and best friend, Cleome still pushes through. And when he finds out about Cole, and his destiny to help Klaudia, he is over the moon to find that, 1. someone of his friend's family survived, and 2. his dream of being as great a healer as his mom is one he actually gets to pursue.

Cleome loves his mom, despite never getting to know her. Of course he loves his dad too.

My favorite thing about Cleome/Reiki is her ability to both save and hurt with her fire. It's why in my older works, when she went by, "The Phoenix", people would refer to her as, "the fire that can heal and burn."

Ah fun fact is that his name used to be Arati. And when first creating her, I made her a reincarnation of Harumi. Since then, I've made adjustments and separated her from another Harumi.

thank you for the ask!