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fullmetalfears · 1 year

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Confessions of Lieutenant Mattias Cameron, collected June of 1911

It's funny how I used to think death was the scariest thing that could happen to a person.

I wonder when that changed. Was it when I became a soldier? Was it the Ishvalan War?

No. No, I don't think so. I was still afraid of death then. I was still proud of my vocation, my role in the war. I was proud to be a soldier despite that fear and I reveled in the victory of life. I was the one that made it. I was one of the heroes.

I can see the odd look on your face. You mentioned you weren't originally from here - from Amestris, from Resembol. You have to understand, little boys in Amestris, no matter where, all played war games when they were children. War touches the culture of this country in the same way God touched Ishval. Our parents and teachers encouraged us just as much as the government, for, you see, being a soldier was a source of pride.

Soldiers were heroes. Soldiers were martyrs.

Soldiers were the reason we could live as comfortably as we did in Amestris.

I was afraid to die but I was proud to fight. I was proud to be a soldier, like my father.

War, though, is hell.

They don't mention that part. It isn't the glory the adults always made it out to be.

It's dirty. It's bloody. It smells rancid.

It's horrifying what you're willing to do to your fellow man to survive as a hero instead of dying like a martyr. Camaraderie becomes your main source of comfort. You have to trust the man by your side because he could be the reason you live or die.

It's funny the sort of friendships you'd keep on the battlefield. Almost everyone had their small partnerships and unofficial squads outside of battle. We'd exchange gifts and stories and letters from home - in an odd sense it kept up morale. Nothing like the looming threat of your own mortality to quickly build trust.

One, though, stood out among them.

His name was Marcus. He'd never told me his last name, but it seemed as if he wasn't too attached to the thing anyhow. He was tall, and thin, with dark hair and almost piercing eyes. I always felt a chill when he'd pass me by.

He often spent his time away from the others during our sparse downtime between raids and battles, always seeming content to keep to himself, not that the others would give him much of a chance to join in.

He was a quiet, introspective man, the type you'd expect in academia over the battlefield. There was always something on his mind, always something swirling and tumbling inside, away from the view of others. I wouldn't describe him as cold so much as reserved. He just didn't mesh well with other soldiers. From the start, he was very openly cynical of the glory and heroism promised by our peers.

I suppose that's what had initially caught my attention. I felt betrayed. I felt alone. I felt angry. I needed something - someone - to take it out on.

I hate to admit that I followed the others in ignoring and belittling him, too. When, one day, I knocked one of his books out of hands into the sand by 'accident,' he immediately apologized to me and asked if I was alright.

For some reason, that alone made me stop hating him. Maybe it was the genuine kindness and concern in his voice, or maybe it was the way his icy blue eyes studied mine, prodding deeper than just the initial question. Either way, my anger was gone. It just didn't seem to matter anymore.

Eventually, I started to consider him my best friend.

He never would speak of home or family, but he could tell you anything you'd want to know about Xingese plants and their practical applications. I would always catch him reading something new and he was always eager to share with an interested listener. I was, admittedly, jealous by how well-read and intelligent he truly was. I honestly found it amazing that no one else took notice. Made me feel rather guilty and sad for him.

His company was a welcome distraction from the hell around us. We saw many comrades die.

He was with me the day my leg was blown off, and I experienced the crawling fear of death for the first time in my life.

I remember distinctly thinking how cold his hands were, as he tried to stop the bleeding.

He visited me often, in the field hospital.

I remember asking Marcus what he wanted to do if he made it out alive. He, of course, insisted I rest and not worry about such things - after all my fever was rather high and I was quite obviously delirious - but I insisted. I was scared for him. I don't remember why, but I was so scared for him.

He still didn't answer. He just sighed and tried to continue our conversation from minutes before about what he'd read recently, something about ancient sea creatures.

I interrupted his lecture again to ask him if he'd become a scholar or a teacher, with how intelligent he was.

With another sigh, he gave me a curt 'no,' and tried to bring me back to the topic with an entry from his book.

I asked about his family. If he had a girlfriend or friends to return home to.

He hesitated that time. His voice became much smaller.

"No," he said softly. "And it wouldn't matter anyways."

I must've made some sort of odd face then because he laughed.

"Don't worry so much about me. I still have both my legs."

I grumbled something about him not being funny, then asked if he wanted to come with me, if I survived. That I had a sister who was still single and she was cute and my father would love the extra help around the shop.

He simply gave me a sad smile. "You will."

And that's where he left it.

Oddly enough, it was almost bittersweet when the war started to come to an end. Things were changing and shifting so quickly, I was afraid I'd be lost in the chaos. But Marcus was there. As the first rumors begun to spread, as the shots started to die down, Marcus stayed by my bedside.

He’d said himself that he had a feeling that things were almost over. The look on his face was an odd one. Almost regretful.

It couldn't have been more than a couple weeks after my incident when the news officially came down.

I think I asked him again, then, where he would go. He answered that he would simply 'be around.'

I didn't like the look in his eyes.

He looked tired. When he talked, he sounded foggy. He stopped bringing his books around.

Another week passed.

His visits became shorter. News and updates from the battlefield began superseding his usual topics. Everything he said almost sounded robotic and cold. The air around him felt cold.

The last time I ever saw him, I asked if he was feeling ill.

He just gave me a wry smile.

"It's nothing, Mattias."

The next day, the official orders came down. The war had ended. The wounded would get priority and be moved to a military hospital in Central.

I never saw Marcus again.

I asked everyone I could who would listen - nurses, superiors, fellow soldiers - where was Marcus? Was he injured or was he still alive? Could they tell him where I was?

All answered me with odd looks.

"There's no one that goes by just 'Marcus' here."

"I haven't seen anyone with that description here. Are you sure you're thinking of the right person?"

"That tent has been empty since Colin died. It's just storage, now."

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

It got to the point where I was stuck in prolonged observation at Central Hospital while they watched me for signs of shellshock.

Or worse.

Even I started to think I was imagining things.

Did you know that the human brain can create false memories? The doctors had told me it wasn't so far-fetched that with the amount of stress I'd been under, what with the war being as difficult as it was and losing my leg and all, that I would have created a comforting presence, a friend, to keep me grounded. Apparently, with severe shellshock, it's not unusual for the mind to do such strange things to keep itself safe.

Over time, I accepted that answer. I didn't have much of a choice, really.

After all, either everyone else in the world was wrong. Or, I was. I may not be well-read. But I'm not stupid enough to think it could logically be the former.

It took a while, but I managed to recover. Physical therapy and working with doctors to process my experience helped. After a few months, I was in a well-enough state that they felt comfortable sending me home.

I'd managed not to linger too much on it.

It was about three months after I'd settled back home with my younger sister and father that I finally had worked up the energy to unpack my things from the battlefield. My nerves had been pretty frayed since I returned, what with my mental state and the loss of my leg and my pending automail surgery. I didn't want to look at my things, let alone handle them. I didn't want to remember my fallen friends and the blood and the fire. I didn't want to think about Marcus.

I think it was my sister who finally convinced me to unpack my bag. The typical talk of closure and how I'd feel better having the mess cleared instead of just looking at it.

She was right, she always likes to rub that in, but it took a while for me to work up the courage to start. I found myself stopping every few minutes. The memories made me feel ill.

At the bottom of the bag, once the clothes and letters and other personal things were cleared away, was a book.

An encyclopedia on Xingese plant life.

I nearly dropped the damn thing. I did, actually. The cover was cold as ice, biting into my fingers and burning them like fire.

The pages spilt open when it hit the floorboards, and a slip of paper slipped out. It was a photograph of a tall, thoughtful young man with dark hair and icy eyes. His aging mother and father and two younger children, a little boy and girl, stood at his side.

The back read: "Remember - Ma, Pa, Millie, and Danny 1898"

I stuffed the book and the photograph away somewhere deep in my wardrobe.

I never found out how they ended up with my things, or how to contact the family in the photograph. I think I tried once or twice to show it to a few military officials but after a few warning looks from a few higher-ups, I decided to give up.

'Marcus' didn't exist, whoever, or whatever, he was. Not anymore, at least. I'm still not sure if he ever truly did.

I wonder if his family knew. If they remembered him. If they even existed, either.

I got a cold chill when I looked at them, staring back with the same icy eyes.

All I know is, I no longer fear dying, not in the same way I did before.

Death is simply the end of life. We leave behind memories, objects, people. We existed. And we can find comfort in that fact.

But, to stop existing, to be erased from this world, to be a shadow, a drifting thought… I think there's few things I find more terrifying than that.

I can't stomach military work now. My pride as a soldier died ages ago. I run a bookstore in town now, with my wife. I've even started reading more often, too. Still not incredibly well-read but...

I find it to be a good distraction from the cold.

Confessional ends.

~Foxy, beta read by Luna

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chickenpeep77 · 9 days

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In a dream there was this swordsman game but at the same time it was not a game but 'real life'. (I guess I could compare it to digimon maybe?) And there was this event going on with fighting other players and playing mini games. I did like the bare minimum and only got enough points to get the first tier prize at level 15 or 16. And there was this corporate guy saying to me that if I spent real money I could get further prizes without working for it. I was like nah. He was upset that I wasn't giving into micro transactions and was content with the simple thing I got. It was a spiked hammer with an increased critical hit rate btw. Got upset when I told him I might just sell it for some reason.

Changed my mind on stopping there because I didn't have anything better to do, so I continued collecting points. Now since this game was also 'real life' at the same time it meant people were actually running around with swords. Since my dumb brain is full of anxiety, it regularly tries to give me traumatic scenarios in dreams. So this guy was about to attack this chicken coop, but I was like nah you can't do that. So I killed his character over and over and over again and finally forced him to join my team to win more points for me. I was playing as my Marx (Kirby au) as I often do, btw, so I was kinda overpowered.

Won up to the 99th level in points, and turns out in order to access the last reward at level 100, you have to buy a membership. Guy offered me a membership to buy. All enthusiastic salesman about it. I was like nah. Was so angry looking at me content with the cool prizes I had already won. I remember getting a castle home, and some cows. He was so angry him and his colleagues conspired and sent this powerful boss from further into the game past a membership/pay real money point at me. It was a hay golem above my level. It was supposed to have obliterated me, assuming I just had some basic weapons, but they had no idea who the heck they were dealing with. I simply spammed it with my fire breath he didn't know I had (probably counted as cheating but he cheated first) until it was slain and I reaped the high level rewards.

Side thing that happened at one point: Some secret lore about my Marx (Kirby au) is that he's got beef with the greys. So he sees them trying to abduct someone and he's like heck no not on my watch. He sprouted his wings and initiated a boss battle with their ship, destroyed it and rescued the guy.

Also at the beginning of the dream when I wasn't quite aware that I was dreaming yet and I saw one of those both halves human centaurs I was freaking out about it, not because it was a human human centaur, but because it had a face similar to my late grandma so I was like hey wait a minute that can't happen. Later found it and its family; apologized and told them centaurs are cool. Traumatic twist is that these were due to crazy mutation with a high child mortality rate. Thank you dreams. Very cool.

#“Dang greys think they can do anything the heck they want without consequences” “Nasty things aren't even safely edible”#stuff i see in my dreams #dream journal #weird dreams #dreams #dream

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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hot wheels | natasha romanoff x reader

explicit, 5,2k words, f/f. meet-ugly but still very much wholesome. we love a girlboss. natasha catches some random woman keying her brand new car but decides to be the better person for once and hear the woman out. turns out, being the better person can even get one laid! warnings: singular use of the d-slur, references to an abusive ex, lesbian sex.

[no y/n, no "you", nickname only, no reader description - race/age/body type neutral, she/her pronouns]

Natasha gave the tall, lanky boy an unimpressed look as she side-stepped the arguing couple to avoid colliding with the annoyed, teary-eyed woman the boy was groveling to. It was nearing rush hour and there was shopping to be done before the heavy NYC traffic could steer her already busy schedule down into an unmanageable chaos.

"But, Foxy, you know I didn't mean it! I love you, more than anything!"

The items on the spy's list were checked off methodically, item after item landing in the cart with a quiet thud as the redhead maneuvered through the isles with tactical precision. The usual afternoon crowd began to fill the store, taking up the so-needed breathing space; Natasha's shopping trip wasn't a moment of leisure and with her neverending to-do list full, she hurried to the self-check-out register, flying through the motions mindlessly.

Scan, place, beep, boop, pay, load up the bags, make way to the car, load up and pedal to the metal.

Scratch that. No, scratch - Natasha's eyes bulged as she neared her shiny, brand new Charger, seeing the obvious defects even from a mile away: the paint, previously cherry red and gleaming in the sun, ruined by a series of thin, gray lines, standing out unpleasantly on the otherwise pristine vehicle.

And the culprit, who's tuft of hair peeked over the hood of the car on the other side of the Charger, almost fully hidden between her car and the large Chevrolet in the next parking spot over.

Natasha's fingers clenched around the handle of the cart as she fought the urge to reach for her knife safely holstered under her leather jacket. "Excuse me?" Tone quiet and deadly, the spy prepared herself to fight or at least slightly shake up the hooligan.

The figure froze, vaguely familiar clothing and a puffy, tear-stained face slowly rising from behind Natasha's car. "In my defense, he deserves it," the girl - Foxy - the one that was arguing in front of the store earlier, declared through a stream of angry tears. "Call the cops if you want, I don't care." It was unclear if the girl recognised her, the Black Widow, as she made no move to run for the hills, just pathetically sniffled, pocketing the keys she used to scratch Natasha's car.

"That's my car," The spy responded flatly, a great deal of amusement crawling into her face as Foxy's eyes bulged, jaw fell slack, horror plain and evident overshadowing the waterworks. Natasha quickly pieced two and two together but patiently waited for the initial shock to subside before popping a question. "A word of advice, if I may?"

Foxy nodded, dumbfounded, frantically scrambling for the contents of her pockets, searching for something with the agility of a panicking cat, more than half of the contents spilling out onto the ground.

Natasha unlocked the car, popping the trunk and loading in her bags as she raised her voice to be heard over the noise of a busy parking lot. "Don't mess with the paint, the insurance will cover it. Slash three tires - not four - or take a swing at the front bumper and the headlights," the trunk slid shut with a quiet click as the spy inspected the damages close-up. Her Charger looked like it was attacked by a pack of aggressive, feral cats with nails of steel. "And always check the number plates before committing acts of vandalism to make sure you're enacting revenge on the right person." The last part was said with a smirk.

As the spy stepped closer to Foxy, she noted the excessive puffiness of her cheeks and the shaking fingers that held a checkbook and a pen. The woman looked torn between terrified and apologetic, worrying her lip between her teeth. "I'm so, so sorry. Todd just got his new car, it's identical to yours and I didn't get the chance to memorize the number plate yet," the offending man's name was said with a pitiful growl. "How much?" She weakly motioned to the ruined bodywork.

"What'd he do?" Natasha didn't resist her curiousity, leaning against the driver's side door and sizing up the other woman. She was pretty, well-dressed and reasonably wealthy on the first sight. "Yeah, he looked like a Todd," The quip slipped from the redhead's lips as she remembered the man from earlier. Foxy looked way too good to be wasting her time on someone who looked like an adolescent that hadn't outgrown his skater boy phase.

Foxy chuckled shyly at Natasha's remark, smoothing a hand over her face. "Lord, where do I even begin..." The sigh was loud and long. "He lived in my apartment rent-free, made me give up my cat by lying about his allergies, went through nine low-wage jobs in two years, did nothing but play video games in his free time and developed a pot addiction, thus spending all his money on it," she began steadily but her tone grew in pitch with every added offence as Natasha's eyebrows climbed higher and higher. "My last straw was when he took out a loan he couldn't pay off to buy his brand new cool car," the words were spat out with venom. "I threw him out last Saturday. He's been following me around all the time," Foxy continued, growing dark in the face. "And then I found out he had been cheating on me for I don't know how long. I just... I just lost it," she finished pathetically, all but crumbling into a pile of human misery.

Natasha's face had frozen into mute disbelief somewhere around the first half of the story, repulsion and astonishment mixing into a flurry of quiet rage on the random woman's behalf. Menfolk were bizarre animals, and as much as the spy felt herself annoyed by her roommates at the tower, she couldn't help but feel relieved that the men surrounding her were far from douchebags of the casual variety. This Todd, however, was no amateur, and had done Foxy really, really dirty.

The redhead made up her mind rather quickly. "That's a lot to unpack," she carefully studied the micro-expressions on the other woman's face. "I have a couple of nice bottles of wine at my place and nobody to share them with. Care for a glass?"

Foxy's eyes widened once more. "I don't- I don't want to take up your time, I mean, I'm sure you've got more important shit to do, like save the world and y'know..." The stammering was followed by a shy look to the side.

So, Foxy had recognised her. And she didn't go running the other way like most people that encountered her in disadvantageous situations did. "I actually don't, I was just getting my shopping done for a lack of better things to do," Natasha lied seamlessly, motioning to the other side of the car. "Hop in." Mission reports and Barton's pizza date could wait.

The woman made quick way around, buckling into the seat in seconds, right before Natasha peeled off from the parking lot towards the Avengers tower at breathtaking speeds. The car was a gift from Tony - one of the rare things he managed to get right - and an absolute pleasure to drive.

"What's your name?" The redhead asked, juggling the steering and her smartphone effortlessly.

The woman rattled of her first and last name on between attempts to fix her runny make-up and wipe the dried snot and tears off her face. "Foxy is a nickname my gramps gave me, said I used to excessively play with fox pelts in the attic when I was a kid," the woman added with a snort, totally oblivious to Natasha's eyebrow raise as the spy read the information on her in-between overtaking slower cars.

Good student, good family life, stable income and good career growth in a prospective sector. What did Foxy even find in a guy like Todd? The most important information, however, was also most pleasing. No ties to any kind of intelligence gathering organizations.

As Natasha parked and popped the trunk once more, the other woman offered a hand with her shopping bags. Friday acknowledged the newcomer, startling her, causing Natasha to roll her eyes and mention, loudly, that if Tony decided to pay them a surprise visit, he may end up castrated or shot on sight, much to Foxy's bashful snickering.

Once the shopping was put away and the wine opened, the spy let herself curl up on the couch opposite the woman who studied her Spartan style apartment with curios eyes. The lack of knick knacks must've been a surprise for her: Natasha's apartment looked bare compared to what she'd seen in other's people's homes but the desire to make the environment more cozy had never been strong enough to actually act upon it. She wasn't used to staying in a place for very long.

"Do you still want to get back at the bastard?" The redhead asked once the first bottle was coming to an end. The alcohol was sitting low, pleasantly warm in their bellies and the food that they'd ordered in the middle of a casual chit-chat lulled them into a state of comfortable stupor.

"I want to gouge his eyes out and wear them as a battle trophy," Foxy was slightly slurring her words, much more affected by the wine than the stoic, experienced agent. "But I guess I can settle for petty crime or arson."

"I'm sensing you didn't tell me the whole list of grievances," true to her words, the spy felt as it there was a possibility quite a few things were being left unsaid.

Foxy sighed once again, placing the empty glass on the table and using her palm to prop her flushed face against it, blankly staring off into the far end of the room. "I came out as bisexual last year and he was giving me so much shit for it. Todd kept pushing for a threesome and when I refused, started accusing me of cheating during our fights, called me a whore a couple of times," the more she spoke, the higher Natasha's anger levels rose.

Not only was a Todd a dick, he was an abusive one. Truly, the grand prize of Asshat Lottery. "I have an idea or three," the spy twirled the remaining red liquid in her glass before downing it. "But it'll have to stay between us two."

"I'm listening," Foxy turned to meet Natasha's face, eyes considerably more alert than seconds before.

A few days past their amicable wine-and-revenge get-together, Natasha's doorbell rang as if she wasn't already had been made aware by Friday that a visitor was coming up to see her. Boxes of hair bleach and dye laid stacked on the living room table, surrounded by jewelry and assorted accessories. A pitcher of fresh sangria topped the ensemble, two clean glasses placed neatly on the tray next to it.

"Hi, Nat," Foxy's smile was a mile wide - a far cry from the sniffling sad sack of a woman the spy had first met. The nickname flowed freely from the woman's lips, as calm as Natasha's own answering grin and greeting. "I gots the stuff," waving her purse about, the woman kicked off her shoes by the door, approaching Natasha with the same smile that seemed to be more effective at lightening up the room than Tony's expensive designer lamps.

As Natasha's plan achieved a solid state, the two women had quickly come to a realization that Natasha was far too recognizable with her signature red hair and over a flurry of text messages, the decision to switch to a warm caramel blonde was made unanimously. Foxy had rebuked any and all Natasha's attempts to affirm she'd be able to do it herself and the spy gave into the other's chiding, relenting to have her hair dyed by a person who at least had a possibility of seeing the back of her head without having to perform acrobatic tricks.

Foxy was an easygoing, non-problematic person. She was fun to have around, quiet but witty, with intelligent eyes and a realistic view on the world. It was something Natasha valued, alongside the lack of probing questions regarding her past or her job - her insides clenched uncomfortably at the thought of having to lie about those things, or even worse, having to admit to the wrongdoings in her past, however Foxy carefully steered away from topics that were sensitive and never gave Natasha as much as a side-eye if the spy appeared to lack some minor detail that normal women her age all seemed to be aware of.

The curiosity had her ready to burst. Nat's natural defense mechanisms were quite confused, not sure what to make of the woman who almost too friendly to be true, but the kindness in her eyes and the sometimes shy, awestruck looks she gave Natasha when she thought the redhead wasn't looking made up for it in spades.

"What do you think?" The noise of the hair dryer finally ceased, Foxy's voice echoing in Natasha's luxuriously large bathroom.

The newly-blonde spy studied her reflection with a tilt to her head. The ombre was a nice touch - her own hair was naturally darker than the caramel and honey blonde she had chosen, so the almost-brown shading at her roots took much away from the contrast between her lighter hair and darker brows. It was just another disguise for the spy, but somehow, this one felt more like home than any of the previous faces she had worn.

"I like it, you were right about the ombre," Natasha voiced her thoughts, eyes sliding over to the smiling woman behind her, feeling the corners of her mouth begin to creep upwards in involuntary response.

"You looked good with red hair, don't misunderstand me," Foxy briefly raised her hands. "But you have a light complexion and lighter colors do wonders for bringing out the youthfulness. Even if we don't have much joy these days, a good hair color is an opportunity to showcase the bit," she briefly touched her own hair in an exaggerated attempt at driving her point home.

The fun part was done, the time came to execute the revenge. It wasn't exactly anything special; rather, the plan was quite simple - let Todd make a fool out of himself in front of his friends and perhaps (a slightly, teensy possibility) get himself arrested. The two women took their time to get dolled up, not too much - but rather, adding just that little bit to themselves to easily attract moderate amounts of attention from men.

The bar was busy, noisy and full of people when the two women stepped through the door. Natasha's eyes scanned the room out of habit, easily spotting the tall, lanky Todd in the far end of the bar, laughing and boozing with equally pathetic-looking man-children. The urge to gag was almost irresistible.

The spy let herself to be led to the bar by Foxy who looked mildly uncomfortable. Natasha was sure that if she was to touch the other woman's face, it would be flaming under the circumstances. "Try to relax a little, I won't bite," with a quip to her companion, Nat ordered them a vodka cranberry each, sitting down with her back to the men. "Tell me when he notices us and starts moving this way."

Foxy nodded minutely, clutching her drink for dear life and taking generous sips to calm herself down and relax like the spy had requested. They talked about everything and nothing in between, Natasha's hand on Foxy's knee crawling closer to her hip as minutes passed by without interruption. Loud noises of men playing darts and drunkenly cheering reached the womens earshot every now and then, causing Foxy to throw increasingly infuriated glances towards her ex-boyfriend and the Black Widow's current victim of choice.

Sitting opposite the perfectly composed, smiling woman, it was clear as day she was, indeed, best of the best. Despite knowing Foxy for only a few days, Natasha managed to pull off a very convincing girlfriend: her body language was nothing short of absolutely besotted and the googly eyes the spy was making had Foxy constantly remind herself that it was only for show. There was no way this gorgeous, incredible human would be interested in someone as plain and ordinary as herself.

"Heads up," Foxy's smile suddenly grew a mile wide as she stared directly at Natasha, eyes alight with fury at the scene about to unfold. Natasha's reply was to briefly tighten the grasp on the other's leg in silent support.

"Hey, baby," Todd was drunk enough for the stench of his breath to reach both women. "Oh, I see you're with a friend," his attempt at flirting only made Natasha scrunch up her face like a cat that accidentally smelled a lemon.

"Leave me alone," Foxy stated firmly, knowing the phrase wouldn't do anything to deter her overzealous ex, but this time - she counted on it.

"It's okay, I can share," the slurred words had a couple of people nearby raise their eyebrows at the audacity.

"I'm not interested," Foxy snapped. "In fact, there is absolutely nothing your freeloading, cheating ass can bring to my table."

The woman radiated satisfaction as gasps sounded out around them; Todd was a regular at this bar and most people there knew him in one way or another. The moment of joy, however, was brief.

"Listen, bitch, you have no business talking to me like that," full of drunken bravado, the man spat angrily, taking unsteady steps closer to Foxy. "What you need is a decent man that can handle your outbursts, not some dyke..." before he could even utter another offensive syllable, Natasha had his wildly gesturing arm twisted painfully behind his back, easily forcing the inebriated man to his knees.

"Wanna try that again, champ?" Sarcasm flowed freely from the spy's lips as the patrons in the bar gasped. The civilian clothing and the new hair color might have been an effective short-term disguise but once the crowd had seen her neat little party trick and had taken a good look at her face, nobody was doubting her identity. "Call the cops, will you?" She addressed the shocked bartender who immediately scrambled to obey.

"I didn't do anything!" Todd cried out, eyes drunkenly darting between the Black Widow's quiet rage and Foxy's grim stone face.

"Huh, that's weird. Because I clearly heard and saw an attempted hate crime," Natasha's voice attained a sardonic tint. "And I have a bar full of witnesses," the spy shrugged, letting go of his arm but keeping a boot firmly planted on his back to prevent him from escaping. "I hope you have a lawyer."

Foxy snorted, reaching for her unfinished second drink. "Tough luck."

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Todd's friends inching closer to the exit door second by second, as if they could stand a chance against a professionally trained secret agent. Luckily for them, Natasha wasn't interested in the remainder of Todd's gang of losers and merely raised an eyebrow when the other men reached the door, a tiny smirk appearing when his pleading eyes didn't cause any reaction in his friends, the spineless worms, hopping out of the door without as much as a goodbye to the man laying face-down on the dirty floor.

As soon as the police arrived, awestruck by one of the NYC's most famous superheroes just casually standing in a bar, they eagerly collected the inebriated offender, briskly escorting Todd to the squad car. The bartender and several other patrons confirmed Natasha's words that an attempted hate crime had taken place. Cops were in and out in less than fifteen minutes and the otherwise-pleasant hole-in-the-wall bar returned to its usual evening bustle.

"Celebratory shots?" Natasha laughed as Foxy exhaled, deep and slow, once her racing heart calmed down.

"My treat," the other woman motioned for the bartender and soon, a line of colorful glasses appeared in front of the women. Each downed a glass easily, slamming it back on the table. "Man, this is everything I never knew I needed," Foxy confessed with a shy smile. "Thanks, Nat. You're the best."

The spy responded with a satisfied smile, picking up another glass and holding it out for a toast. "To revenge well-deserved," the glass clicked, alcohol slid easily down their throats. "So, what now?"

Foxy's eyes shone in the bright lights of the bar, relieved and tipsy. The small empty glass twirled easily between her fingers. "Dunno," the shrug came and went. "Maybe go on vacation. To Florida."

Natasha let out a belly laugh, downing her last shot without as much as a stutter in her movements, Foxy's eyes lingering on the stray drops of alcohol running from the spy's plump lips. "A vacation with the crackheads? Romantic," the quip was received with an eyeroll from the other woman.

"Spoilsport," Foxy, too, finished her booze and placed the money and a hefty tip on the bar, tapping twice to get the bartender's attention. "I meant more like - lay on the beach, sip mimosas, look at sexy people in swimsuits..."

"Florida is for old people," Natasha objected, pulling her leather jacket back on and leading them both outside. The evening air was crisp, bringing a clearer head and re-arranging the thoughts back into a more sensible state.

Foxy easily picked up her pace to match Natasha's precise strides leading them in the direction of the former's building. The warm buzz of vodka coupled with the fresh air and her desire for retribution well-fed, Foxy settled into a comfortable silence next to the spy. They reached the building quickly, their pace brisk and distractions lacking.

"Care for a nightcap?" She didn't know what prompted her to blurt out the words; as soon as the words registered in her brain, they were already out and Foxy's face heated, fingers fumbling for the keys in her pocket, Natasha's touch still warm and lingering on the side of her leg.

The spy seemed amused, studying Foxy's nervous habits with a crooked smirk. "Sure," she agreed amicably, following the woman into the apartment building, not missing both the rigidity of her back and the added spring to her step.

A moderately sized, well-decorated apartment revealed itself behind the open door, scarcely illuminated by the NYC lights coming in from a glass wall in the living room, reflecting the vast living space furnished with a large couch.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Natasha turned around, stepping into the other woman's personal space with the grace of a predator. Two shining eyes stared back at her in the darkness, framed by fluttering lashes. Foxy's bottom lip disappeared behind her teeth, skin gleaming with perspiration.

The recently-turned blonde spy wasted no time caging the other woman between her body and the door, chests almost touching. The air around them was charged, Foxy's heart thudding loudly in her chest as she gulped. Natasha studied her expression, "You want this?" she whispered against her lips, sharing the oxygen between them.

"Ye-yeah," a short nod and a gasp later, the women were devouring each other, grasping at their hands and shoulders like they were drowning. Hot and wet and sharp from the booze, the kisses were as graceless as their fingers haste in removing each other's top layers of clothing.

The sharp corner of the living room archway dug painfully into Foxy's back, bringing an additional sense of awareness: this was real. This was happening. Natasha's blonde locks flowed through Foxy's fingers, soft and silky, a contrast to the teeth pulling on her lip in impatient hunger. Foxy grunted in response, parting from the other woman to send her t-shirt flying somewhere in the direction of the kitchen.

"Bedroom," mere minutes in and she already sounded utterly and throughly ruined.

"Couch," Natasha was equally feverish to get to the good parts. Her belt was unbuckled and the nice button-up she'd worn hung open, a plain white bra iriscendent on her alabaster skin.

Letting herself be led to the couch, Foxy could barely take her eyes off the woman in front of her, making sure she wasn't ogling Natasha outright yet secretly hoping to be caught anyway. The blonde was like a porcelain doll, unreal, firm and soft at the same time.

The moment Foxy gracelessly landed on the couch, Natasha was all up in her space, straddling the other woman with the grace of a savage cat; lips once more attached to her flesh, Natasha left a trail of hot, wet marks starting at the jawline and ending at the cups of Foxy's bra.

Not knowing what to do with her hands, Foxy grasped Natasha's hips, unable to hold back a moan heavy with lust as the spy ground down with her hips. It was exhilarating to see the other woman affected by their heavy make-out session; nothing short of absolutely smitten to see Natasha pull back, panting and disheveled, to shed her shirt and her bra.

Unable to resist the urge, Foxy's hands reached out to cup the spy's round breasts, tugging her closer to pop a rosy nipple into her mouth. Natasha shivered, arching into the caress, holding onto the other woman's hair and tugging it in the direction only she knew.

Natasha wasn't loud, she wasn't wild; her moans were more like muted gasps but her body spoke for her louder than any words: the grinding was getting more impatient, Natasha's hold grew stronger. As Foxy fumbled for the button of Nat's pants, she felt the soft, delicate lace underneath. Natasha had come prepared.

"Hold on," the spy mumbled, hopping off Foxy's lap to quickly push her pants and panties down her legs with practiced ease. The other woman followed suit, leaving herself to be bare besides her underwear, the attempt to remove them intercepted by Natasha. "Let me," quiet words tickled the skin of her throat where Nat had immediately attached her mouth.

Foxy scrambled to intake the oxygen she needed, letting herself feel the hot glide fully, having lost herself in pleasure, missing the exact moment Nat's fingertips breached the waistband of her panties. Soft and nimble, so different to a man's roughened skin, the sensation was as strange as it was sweet. The urge to arch and rock her hips against the nearest surface intensified and Foxy could only keen, quiet and high, causing Natasha to chuckle to herself.

"Enjoying yourself, sweet girl?" The miniscule trace of coyness seeped into the blonde's voice. The engorged, puffy, moist flesh of Foxy's lower lips parted eagerly to Natasha's experimental dip.

"Yeah, yes," the woman slid down, spreading her legs in invitation. "Please, touch me," begging to be filled in all the empty spaces, Foxy threw her head to rest against the back of the couch, watching Nat through unfocused eyes.

"Oh, I will," the spy purred, sliding lower to put her face next to Foxy's dripping cunt. The spy's fingers glistened with arousal and she popped them into her mouth, licking them clean before doing the same to her lover's swollen folds. The response was instantaneous and loud, Foxy shook under Natasha's expert teasing. "Stay still," she ordered quietly, patting Foxy's belly.

Molten, honeyed waves of bliss overtook common sense and awareness, tiny sparks shooting up Foxy's cunt every time Natasha suckled at her clit. The spy read her body like an open book, following the movements of her hips with her mouth, always a step ahead and slightly south. Foxy's peak was imminent, approaching rapidly, as Natasha's sweet merciless assault wrung every single drop of the thick, precious liquid out of her cunt.

It only seemed to gush more, the woman pushing her cunt into Natasha's face as the latter doubled down on her efforts to bring her to ecstasy.

The waves began deep in the pit of Foxy's stomach, making her legs tremble, her toes curl and the flutters of her cunt increase in speed and intensity. Silky soft and typhoon wet, her orgasm crashed her mind into million pieces and Nat dutifully extracted everything until the last drop with the skillful touch of her tongue and fingers.

"Tash," Foxy moaned. Her legs quivered at the slightest touch to her oversensitive cunt.

"Mhm," was the blonde's reply, contented humming getting closer and closer until the womens lips met once more in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Foxy's hands immediately sought purchase on Natasha's hips, searching for the spots that would make the spy's body song in the same way she'd done to Foxy; seemingly much more reserved, quiet but happy sighs broke past Nat's lips in response to gentle hands stroking where she was most sensitive.

"I've got a vibe in my bedroom," clarity finally broke through the orgasm haze, Foxy's brain slowly coming back to reality.

"No, I want your fingers," Natasha's reply was assertive as she moved her hips in tandem with Foxy's hand, dripping the sweetness of her around all over.

The urge to pop the fingers into her mouth was strong, so Foxy did just that, moaning at the tangy taste, Natasha's breath quietly stuttering at the sight in front of her.

"I want to eat you out," the words barely had left Foxy's mouth as Natasha flipped them so she was the one laying on the couch, spread-eagled and open for the other woman's eager mouth to explore. Wet, sloppy and so, so tender, Foxy let herself taste the arousal of her lover.

"Yeah," so soft, one could easily miss it, the approval didn't get lost in the headrush nonetheless. With grace, Foxy sought the spots that would force Natasha to break her silence with slow, broad motions until the blonde had no choice but to arch her hips into the sensations, chasing her pleasure, losing the aura of restraint she'd so carefully cultivated.

No time for self-control. The temperatures were climbing steadily with every single movement, both lost in their imperfect shared rhythm, the soft of Foxy's tongue and fingers like finest silks on Natasha's eager cunt. Two fingers slipped in without resistance, immediately seeking out the soft, spongy spot that made the blonde's toes curl and mouth open in a silent scream.

Foxy's free hand groped around for Natasha's ass hastily, bringing her hips closer to her mouth, tongue never ceasing its assault on the blonde's clit as her body grew more rigid, fingertips going white with the force she was gripping the comforter.

"Gospodi bozhe," came the mumble, the only warning before Natasha's powerful thighs locked Foxy in place as the blonde rode out her orgasm, violently shivering, dousing the other woman's face in her sweet release. Dutifully, Foxy stroked the silk of Natasha's skin everywhere she could reach, her hot breath on the blonde's pussy easing her back to Earth through the aftershocks.

Natasha's eyes opened, feeling her lover's look of adoration, and she cracked a reluctant but genuine smile. There was something about Foxy that was just so-

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yoonpobs · 3 years

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we don't talk together | myg

pairing: min yoongi x oc

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, growth! exes that remain exes

words: 2, 842

summary: it's hard to say it's over

What they don't tell you about goodbyes is that it isn't the end.

It's far from the closing of a book. Goodbyes are the itch that urges you to pick up an old book from the shelf just to feel what you first felt when you re-read certain parts of a book; the same remorse you felt when a character you grew attached to didn't get the ending they deserved. Or, maybe it was the villain that was misunderstood—your own heart wishing to reach out to the sad soul that couldn't even be recognised when all they do is speak.

But some books will end up dusty, forgotten, tucked away in the corner of your shelf; or in the most drastic of cases: lost.

"The park looks ... different," Yoongi speaks up for a lack of a better conversation starter.

You hum. What would you say? That it wasn't the same from when we used to spend our Spring's blended into Summer's until it got too hot for us to lay in each other's embrace?

It was still too fresh even though it's been nearly a year.

"There are more dogs," You point out the moment a tan pomeranian runs past the two of you, the owner an old couple laughing away under the cherry blossoms.

He nods, fingers stuffed in his trench coat. You note that it's the same one he wore on your anniversary, plans abandoned when there was a mix-up with the reservations until the two of you stumbled across a hidden gem that soon became your go-to date place.

You will yourself to look away so no more memories can resurface. It seems like every part of your life has somehow seamlessly intertwined itself with traces of Yoongi that it was impossible for you to exist as just yourself.

"How are things at the firm?" He asks after the two of you walked side-by-side in complete silence as more and more chatter fill your ears.

"It's ... going," You chuckle dryly.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at you, shooting you a brief glance over until the two of you reach a bench. You dare say it's muscle memory that dragged your heavy feet into the direction of the only bench that you've known in the park. The compressed reminder of the initials of your names that you carved as teenagers likely still staining the years old wood. It was meant to be an emblem for wisdom, the ring of growth that meant to be the endgame for the two of you.

You almost laugh in bitterness and how literal the metaphor was.

"Everything okay?"

Yoongi takes the first step to sit on the bench because he always did. Ever the gentlemen when he opened doors for you, let you into the car first, waited until you stepped ahead of him to trail behind like a shield.

The first date, first kiss, first confession.

The first one to decide that it was over.

"My boss is just being sexist, as usual. I thought I'd get used to it after spending two years there but ... there are some things that you just stay unfamiliar, you know?"

It was very like you to speak in double-entendres without intending to. But it was also like Yoongi to pick up on it, especially after years of learning all the best and worst parts of you; he was and probably will be one of the few people in your lives that will always foresee your next move.

The two of you sit a fair distance apart on the bench even if it was a battle for space anyway. You didn't have the liberty to lean into his embrace anymore and he wasn't in the position to say that it was okay for you to breathe, to relax.

"You shouldn't get used to those remarks. There are times where you learn to grow used to constructive criticism but if what he's saying makes you question your worth because of very arbitrary reasons like your gender then that isn't criticism, nor is it constructive. It's bigoted and chauvinistic."

You look down to your thumbs as you fiddle with it, his words comforting you. It was woeful that you still chased validation from him even after learning to be that person to yourself.

"Yeah, I guess."

Then how did you get used to things?

If time didn't make things familiar then what did? Was it not the five years with Yoongi that led you to see him build an empire for himself all the while destroying the relationship that you had? Or was it because he was the person that you thought of doing the most minuscule things?

"By the way," He clears his throat, eyes still set forward, "Namjoon says hi."

You raise an eyebrow, surprised to hear the name of a mutual friend—or more appropriately, friend by association and acquaintance when that link was broken.

"He knows that you're with me?"

Yoongi nods his head.

"I needed to let someone at the studio know and ... well, he's the only one that knew of our situation."

You chuckle bitterly.

Of course. The suggestion of his work only made your heart drop because as much as you wanted to be supportive of him, even after the break-up, the name of his studio or songs only reminded you of the battle that you helplessly lost.

"You can tell him that I'm still a text or phone call away. No need to play messenger," You return.

The atmosphere is more reflective than awkward. You know that the two of you had your pieces to say, your own narrative to tell but neither brave enough to break the calm that you were settled in. It was a nice difference from the way that things ended, and you supposed that you were similar enough to believe in a mirage than the inevitable truth.

But you didn't call him out after six months to sit in silence to walk away with your heart feeling heavier, nor did you invite him out just to remember what it feels like to have him next to you—even in complete silence.

"Would you have really quit?"

This time, you gather all the bravery that you've built over the past few months to ask the question that has been mulling in your mind since the night you decided that it was officially over.

It was a painful break-up. Even if you expected it when Yoongi came home earlier one night with bags under his eyes and his keys that he usually left at the studio because he knew you'd always be home to open the door for him.

"I'm sorry?" He seems taken aback.

You don't blame him. You've always been more passive in dealing with confrontation due to your conflict-averse nature—but that didn't mean you didn't get angry or annoyed—or hurt. But if you learned anything, it was to stop asking yourself questions that you'll never have the answer to.

"Would you really have left the company to save our relationship?"

You chose your words carefully. Instead of saying to be with you, knowing that he lost the love, he had for you somewhere along the way—you point out the one hole that he held on to for the sake of stability. The one thing that was constant in his life with how unpredictable the music industry was.

"Yes."

Somehow, the answer doesn't make you feel better because even with time apart you knew he was lying to save your face.

"You don't owe me anything to lie to my face, Yoongi." You frown.

Yoongi sighs, rubbing his hands across his face as he leaves your statement hanging in the air to mull over his answer.

You prefer the silence that way. It showed that he was at least listening, or cared enough to decide his next set of words. Nothing like how much it pained you to acknowledge the responses you got from him when you were crying were just out of obligation than sincerity.

"No, I wouldn't have."

You nod your head, expectant of the answer but you needed to hear him say it himself rather than drowning yourself in ruminating thoughts of how there was still a semblance of hope that he would've given it up for you, for your relationship—or the life that you were meant to build.

"I wouldn't have asked you to, anyway." You confess.

Yoongi turns his head to look at you and for the first time since you've met at the park, he notices the absence of a necklace around your neck. The necklace that you never took off. He wants to comment on it, ask where it went or if you've pawned it off out of pettiness but he held no remorse towards you. You were tolerant with the break-up even as you sucked in your tears when he knew that it killed you on the inside. Yoongi didn't have the heart in him to ask you.

"Oh."

"You were the one that said you'd quit so we could stay together," You say softly.

Yoongi doesn't respond as he looks back to the night where the two of you sat down to talk about the standing of your relationship. It was a rollercoaster of emotions that started off with an amicable discussion that eventually led to the two of you yelling until you surrendered to your tears and just left the battle completely.

He said a lot of things that night. From things that he's been bottling up for months, to things that he's always wanted to tell you and things that he didn't remotely mean, and things that he's regretted the moment it left his lips.

"I guess I did."

You sigh, leaning back into the bench as you observe a couple walking in front of you, passing your bench as they share an ice cream on a cone; bickering on who'd get the first lick. To anyone, you and Yoongi would've looked just like a couple that has reached a comfortable point in your relationship where intimacy was just sitting next to one another.

But you admit, there was something oddly intimate and heart-breaking about sitting next to someone you've loved with your whole heart and feel nothing but ... weightlessness. Like the burden of your concerns was lifted ever so slightly just being here.

"I wouldn't have made you choose between your relationship or your dream, Yoongi. I would never have done that to you."

Yoongi knew you would never have made him do something as abhorrent as that. You were far too understanding. But you had wanted from him too, that he wasn't willing to provide just yet. He didn't know if it was because of the expiration date to your relationship or because of the stress he was under at work—but he convinced himself that it was you that was asking for too much instead of him compromising too little.

"I ... I know," He whispers, "I'm sorry."

You purse your lips. You try not to let your emotions appear on your sleeve. You were tired of allowing your face to speak before you did. You needed to use the voice you had.

"I loved you so much, Yoongi," You murmur, "I loved you so much that I would have taken anything I could've gotten with you just so I could be with you."

Yoongi stays silent at this.

"I didn't mind if you spent more time at work than at our home. I just wanted to know if I was ever in the picture when you were talking about the future. I know how much you love music and I supported you through every audition and failure ... and to know that I was just—" You swallow, the words still painful to say. But you needed to make your peace with it, "—that I was just someone that would wait for you instead of your partner. That's when I knew that you didn't love me the way I loved you."

Yoongi chokes to speak up but you shake your head.

"No, Yoongi. You loved me, you did. But somewhere along the way you stopped and you just pretended that we were okay even when I was trying my best to fix the seams. I wasn't your girlfriend anymore, I was just someone familiar to you and I didn't deserve to feel that way." You tell him sternly.

Yoongi surrenders to his silence as you take a deep breath to continue.

"Maybe I loved you too much in a way that you couldn't understand."

"_______, don't say that—" His eyes widen when he tries to reach a hand to yours to comfort you, but your body language remains stoic as you keep your hands in your lap.

"—and that's okay Yoongi. I loved you but not in the way you needed. I'm not here to make you feel bad about what I chose to do on my own because it wasn't my fault that I couldn't be what you need." You say sadly, but a small smile on your face as you finally say the words that have been eating at you for months.

"... okay," Yoongi accepts.

"We all have different ways to love and be loved. I loved you and that was enough for you at one point but love isn't all a relationship needs. You loved me too, in your own way and I accepted that but just because it was enough for me doesn't mean it was enough for us." You glance over at him to see him staring at you intently.

"I'm sorry that things turned out this way," Yoongi says softly, eyes gentle.

You wave him off.

"I don't think I'll ever love someone as much as I loved you, though," He confesses, eyes returning to the scene in front of him filled with different colours of life that seemed to look vibrant under the Spring sunset.

You shake your head and chuckle softly.

"You say that now but you'll meet someone one day and you'll remember all the reasons why you love in the first place. And it'll be enough for you, and them."

He shrugs, a small smile itching on his face.

"I really did love you," He says, "But I'm sorry for not being honest with you. I owe you that much of an apology."

"We're not here to forgive or forget, Yoongi," You look at him kindly, "We're here to move on."

He purses his lips and hums, nodding his head.

"I hope you get that promotion at work you were talking about months ago, ______." Yoongi offers, a gentle grin marring his face.

"I did," You shrug.

It feels liberating to have achieved something and only feeling content by acknowledging it yourself. Months ago, you would've hurt at the fact that Yoongi didn't know. But the change you welcomed after the end only showed you that there was a new path for you to walk on.

His eyes widen, but eventually, he chuckles and shakes his head, muttering something under his breath that sounded a lot like knew it.

You push yourself off the bench, dusting your hands on your pants as you offer him one last smile before you say goodbye for the second time.

"I hope you find someone who you'll love more than you ever did with me." You tease.

He rolls his eyes.

"Impossible," The grin on his face is easy, and your heart still clenches at the nonchalance, but you don't expect the feeling to go away so easily—nor do you mind. It just shows that you needed to wait and that you were willing to do it.

"Of course you will. You're a musician, Yoongi. You need a muse," You smirk at him as you turn around, a small wave on your hand to say goodbye.

As you walk away and his body gets smaller and smaller from your vision, you turn around to say:

"We don't talk together is a beautiful song."

Yoongi's smile is genuine, and so is his goodbye. A gentle acknowledgment of his hand as he stands up himself, walking to the other direction of where you were headed.

You still had a love for Yoongi, and you suppose you always will. Just like how you would feel pleasant when rediscovering a childhood hobby that triggers a fond memory, or how you love different things in your life in different ways. Whether or not you love someone more than you've ever loved Yoongi isn't your concern, because when love comes in one form, it goes in another.

When you still take the same route you'd usually take with Yoongi after your walks back home, you pass the cafe you used to frequent to see that it's replaced with a new bar. You smile fondly to yourself, shaking your head.

You loved that place.

But eventually, you'll find another cafe with a beautiful interior and a latte to match, and you'll love it too.

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fishcemetery · 3 years

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Very interested in your takes on Dominic Newlow. Would you like to elaborate on what do you think should have happened after the PSP finale? Do you think the other characters (involved in his wrongdoings / mind control) should have had some lines in regards to the stuff he did? Or anything else?

*anon makes me start thinking at 6.20 am*

As a preamble, it feels a bit awkward to muse about “they should've done this, they shoudn't've done that” long after the game was developed, published, played through and nearly forgotten. I lean more towards the approach of “what’s done is done, even if it’s disappointing in certain aspects; take your observations and make them into a decent AU material”.

That aside, I like your suggestion just because of how simple, yet satisfying it is. The devs could've at least made the characters properly acknowledge Doctor's disappearance and the impact he'd had on them. Oscar was mind-controlled and lost his entire workplace, yet his reaction is basically “Yeah, he’s gone, cool, great car by the way”. The Beakers definitely should've made some angry remarks. Hell, all major characters should've made some angry remarks. Sure, Strangetown is a strange town indeed, shit transpires here all the time and everyone’s used to it. But throughout the entire game we’re steadily prepared for the final battle against the villain, the plot’s peak point, and the fact that people barely give a damn afterwards straight up ruins the importance of everything we’ve done. It’s genuinely anticlimactic. So, I take it that Newlow wasn't of that much importance after all?

And now to the metalevel crap that I love so much. I’ve come to perceive this game as “Doctor desperately struggles against you, the Player”.

He rages against you. He says explicitly that you’ve traumatized him. Everything he does in the course of the game, his entire “evil plan” is, in fact, an attempt to avenge himself and, quite possibly, others. He actually makes it clear that he wants to save your character by pulling them from under your control.

(now that I think of it, it would’ve been amazing if this entire “Doctor Dominion” thing was a deliberate charade to make the Player think they’re doing some cliché heroics against a standard power-hungry evil guy, and get the character to where Doctor needs them without alerting the Player too soon. i’ll mark this as a decent AU material)

And in this light, when Doctor inevitably fails, it just seems natural and reasonable to let the Player have a bigger role in deciding his fate. Dangle the Plumbob over his head, break the crumbling fourth wall for good, have a face-to-face talk while your character is lying unconscious. Doctor’s accusing you of being a careless and selfish dictator – well then, let’s do something about it. Why don’t you prove him right? “Oh, I certainly am. And you certainly know what happens to a failed opposition under a dictatorship :33”. Whoosh – Doctor is gone, the helmet is hanging in the air, the character wakes up, the rest goes as scripted (of course, Circe still should get to call Newlow various censored words). On the other hand, why don’t you prove him wrong? “Am I, though? I was actually intending to make up for the wrongdoings that you consider to be mine and let you walk out of this situation. Here, I’ll get rid of this helmet, pick up this protagonist and Roberta’s head, we’ll go home, and you’ll go deal with your potential felonies. How you’re going to do it without mind control is up to your own free will :33”.

There’s a range of further developments I can think of. First of all, it feels odd that you never get to complete your initial goal – get your vehicle and leave this place. What’s the problem with having Oscar fix your masterpiece of a car, signing the Estate over to Emily (I mean, she’s literally attached to it) and going, like, home home? Whatever happens to Strangetown (and Newlow, if he lives) from that point on is really none of your business. End credits.

Or we can assume that the protagonist starts to like it in Strangetown and decides to stay here for an undetermined while. I don’t think there’s much of a necessity to differentiate between Doctor vanishes / Doctor lives outcomes if we want to keep things fairly simple and within the game framework. Leave Penelope Kline to housesit for Doctor, but give her some lines about him possibly being away “for a re-a-a-ally long time, ‘cause I think he’s facing jail or something.”

So, yeah, it all comes down to adding a little bit of extra dialogue. The denouement just seems rushed.

The outcome that I personally would like to explore the most is Doctor ending up under the protagonist’s supervision and having to personally face people he’s hurt, fix his mistakes and come to terms with himself, his scripted past, the Player, the Developers (hi, Isaac Rossum) and so on. However, this not only creates a brand new plotline and exceeds the game limits in general, but is also fueled by my very subjective interest in the character, that's why I’m marking it as another decent AU material and keep on making fan art.

Hope this was elaborate enough (･ω･)

(it’s interesting how just last night I was committing alcohol consumption on the city’s main embankment and monologuing on the exact same topic to my friend, who'd been blissfully unaware of TS2 PSP a mere hour before that)

#dominic newlow #the sims #the sims 2 #the sims 2 psp

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rangerslayer-97 · 3 years

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Things That Will Never Be Said

I got hit with more inspiration and curse my brain that I can’t write anything that isn’t angst. For the time being.

Time is set where my Knight Guardian main Violcrik is the Outlander and Commander of the Alliance. Set post-Echoes of Oblivion, during the Knight only Alliance Alert "The Padawan Returns". Mentions of previous game choices during Shadow of Revan, Knights of the Fallen Empire, Eternal Throne and Onslaught.

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WARNINGS: Angst, Hurt, Unrequited love, One-sided attraction, Minor emotional manipulation (I could be wrong, but I'm covering borders)

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Summary: Lana comes to terms that she does have buried feelings for Commander Violcrik, but learns someone else won the. Commander’s heart.

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Dark Advisor and Alliance Second-in-Command Sith Lord Lana Beniko, the former Minister of Sith Intelligence walked the War Room as she sifts though data on her data pad from various individuals and her contacts. The Commander, former Jedi Knight and Battle Master of the Jedi Order, Violcrik Baliss was taking a much deserved break after the battle of the Meridian Shipyard Complex on Corellia. Lana worries Violcrik hasn’t given enough time to herself to relax. The Commander has always been on her feet, sometimes pulling all-nighters, drinking a lot of caff or taking a concerning amount of stims. Lana felt after Corellia, Violcrik deserves the downtime after running between Ossus, Onderon and Mek-Sha. It was one battle after another. Unbeknownst to the Republic, the Knight’s home faction, Violcrik has chosen to align with the Sith Empire. It came as a surprise to Lana, but a welcome one, even Empress Acina has been made aware of the Commander’s choice. She is pleased that the Empire now has a spy in the Republic ranks. Lana did send a subtle warning to not overstep their bounds with the Commander and that the Alliance is still an independent third-party. Empress Acina respected the warning loud and clear.

The Sith Lord understands the Commander’s reasonings. A lot of them stem from what occurred during the war against the Eternal Empire. Violcrik often confided with her about her gradually crumbling fate with the Republic. These words were normally spoken when Theron Shan, former Republic SIS Agent, was out of earshot. They knew Theron would try to remind the Jedi that the Republic is still good. Violcrik told her she felt her faction had all but abandoned her, the Jedi Order had forsaken her, though she always felt like an outcast in the Order. Lana listened when the Commander revealed the crimes she committed for the ‘good of the Republic’, two of which were definite counts of war crimes. The Sith knew Violcrik wasn’t like the other Jedi, she was emotional, passionate, will do what needs to be done. As a Dark Sider, Lana did find that as an attractive quality. These qualities often put her at odd's end with the High Jedi Council. The Commander admitted she locked horns with the Council members more than she cared to count.

It is enough to say that Lana became Violcrik's go-to for private talks, personal. The Sith advisor is good at reading people and she knows the Commander has a lot on her mind that she hasn't been able to get off her chest. Lana did suggest therapy at one point, but Violcrik laughed it off, claiming she didn't need to see a therapist; and seeing one would ruin her image and reputation. It was never brought up again. The former Jedi did open up to her about her past, it was one Lana would never wish on anyone. Alderaan is a planet for the rich, snobbery and being born out of wedlock can lead to a family name being ruined. Violcrik and her sisters were all but wiped off the family tree, none entitled to an inheritance by their father. From the way Violcrik spoke about her father, there was malice, there was anger and there was hatred. Such intense emotions almost made Lana dizzy.

During the war against the Eternal Empire, even up to now, Lana had taken time out of her schedule to teach Violcrik how to control her darkness. She won't deny there is a danger of having a rogue Dark Jedi running around the galaxy. The Sith Lord herself has witnessed several times, the Commander giving into her darkness; and many times, seeing her eyes change from deep blue to deep orange that nearly glowed. Lana won't lie there are some days she is afraid of what Violcrik is capable of if she lost control. Violcrik did prove as her short stint as Empress, that she will resort to using fear and terror. The last time she got concerned was over the Commander's reliance on Valkorion's powers when he resided inside her mind. Of course, they did get at odds with each other when Violcrik lied to her about Valkorion sharing her mind. It took some days to get one another's trust back. Yet… then she remembers the Commander went her way to save her twice and refused to leave her side during the breakout with… that's beside the point. Violcrik saved her twice and when the Alliance was set up, the Commander intended to speak to either her or Theron (long before he got banished after defeating the Order of Zildrog). Lana had a feeling Violcrik wanted to speak to her alone, but when Koth soured the mood; the Battle Master told them to forget about it and walked away.

The Dark Advisor knows things were left unsaid between them. Lana needed to know what it was. When they made love on Yavin IV after they defeated Revan, there was something between them. It wasn't just a physical attraction. While to some it may have appeared as a one-night stand or a fling, but it must not have been, otherwise Violcrik wouldn't have flirted with her during the disaster on Ziost. Though the timing was quite poor on Violcrik's end, the spark between them was there, fresh, a crackle of electricity that was about to spark into a flame. While the Commander hadn't approached to talk about her feelings, Lana respected that. She wasn't going to impose. Lana can't hold it in now after six years of waiting, she is in with love with Commander Violcrik Baliss. She tried to deny the feelings when Violcrik didn't come to her, so she held the emotions in. Now, they can't be held in any longer. Maybe the Commander was scared to come forward and admit her feelings. It is scary territory, to open yourself up and give your heart to someone. Perhaps... maybe the Commander was waiting.

Lana had tried to deny her feelings, but now… she no longer can't. Dark Advisor Lana Beniko is in love with Commander Violcrik Baliss. She's going to confess her feelings now. No more waiting. The Sith Lord turned to Teeseven, asking where the Commander is now. The astromech told her he had last seen her head to the Force Enclave, which means she's nearby. Lana thanked Teeseven, shut off her datapad and headed for the Force Enclave. She followed the Force signature she felt, small amounts of Light being drowned under the heavy blanket of Darkness.

Her heart was beating fast, Lana ran through several different ways to confess her feelings and not sound like an idiot. There was an unusual skip in the Sith Lord's step, both Republic and Imperial troops dare didn't question what made the stoic advisor so happy. Lana made it to the entrance of the Enclave. Sana-Rae was off somewhere. The advisor was about to call out to the Commander, only to see… it was Knight Carsen. She and the former Emperor's Wrath, Lord Scourge joined the Alliance after finally be ridding Valkorion and his previous incarnations, Vitiate and Tenebrae. It appears the Commander and Carsen are talking, Lana couldn't hear what, but judging by her body language; something was said to make the Commander's former Padawan disgustingly giggly like a young Jedi Initiate.

Then the two stepped into each other's personal space. Lana's heart dropped like a heavy weight. She watched as the two embraced each and… they kissed. The Commander and Carsen… kissed. So is this why Violcrik never let her feelings be known to her? Had they always belonged… to her? Then what were they? Friends? Friends with benefits? A fling? Is the Commander stupid!? Getting with Carsen, who is undoubtedly loyal to the Republic? Who is quite clearly oblivious to the Commander's true loyalty!? The Commander who is happily turning against her own faction! Who severely weakened the Republic fleet en route to Corellia and destroyed their newly built shipyard that could have tipped the war in an ongoing resource crisis!?

Fair enough, let Carsen be the one broken when the Commander's betrayal come to light. Violcrik will end up running back to her. No, she has to stop these thoughts. Lana is angry, that the Commander made her feel she was nothing more than a fling. At the same time, after the Commander went through her dark period in life after being awoken from carbonite, she can't do anything but respect the choice. Lana won't resort to pettiness, she will respect Violcrik and her choices, who she gives her heart to. It appears now, she must step back. After six years, the Commander deserves this. This… this happiness.

No, not deserve. Deserve is a crutch for the weak. Lana will take happiness where she can find it. She will not blame the Commander for finding hers.

The Dark Advisor silently slips away from the entrance of the Force Enclave, her head bowed down and a single tear slipping down her cheek.

#star wars #swtor #swtor fanfiction #swtor oc #jedi knight #swtor outlander #swtor commander #violcrik #lana beniko #kira carsen #sorry for the angst #if you're a lana simp you are warned #violcrik played lana's feelings #my knight is a player #no i did not break up with lana

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sainadazai · 3 years

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When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.6

"A red haired bitch that glows"

2nd person pov

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You weren't sure how things could even possibly move so quick, but as fire burned and terrifying creatures tormented citizens, all You could do was stand. Nomus, is what endeavour called them. Some gross being that seemed to have multiple quirks, you'd never seen anything like them.

Even with all of the times you'd been beaten and interrogated and harassed by villains, nothing like this ever happened. It could have been the fact that you spent most of your young life hiding away in a castel in the middle of nowhere, but seeing all this destruction froze you in place.

"Kid, help get the citizens out of here! Do not engage in combat, understand? Hey! L/n!"

You broke the terrified stare that was burning into the ruined city streets to meet eyes with your boss. He seemed so calm, even though everything was going wrong. The world was quite literally burning. Those monsters were hurting people. There were screams of horror, and still his calm demeanor was all you could focus on. How was he so calm?

"Now!"

His yell broke You from your trance and you scrambled around, eyes searching for someone, anyone to get the hell out of here. However there wasn't just one, there were hundreds. Some under building scraps, trapped behind fire burning the streets. Too many people, too much noise, it was never this loud back home. Why could you just focus?!

One of those boys from earlier today let our scream. You only recognized it because it was the same as how he'd screamed at bakugou earlier. You whipped your head around looking for his sound, body, anything. Spinning in circles until you caught that little red shirt cowering beneath one of those things.

"Hold on, i'm coming!" You didn't know if he could hear you, the statement was more a confirmation to yourself. You wouldn't stand there cowering. You didnt wanna be the helpless princess waiting to be saved. You were going to save others, it was like an instinct, like you had to.

Being unsure of your abilities with vines and plants, you opted to use a power long ago mastered. Twirling your pointer finger in a circle to slowly collect wind into a tiny ciclone and build it up bigger and bigger. This action disrupted the wind in the area, some of the bystanders' hair began flowing with the force of it, getting shivers from the chill.

Then with all the focus you could muster you let your eyes bored right into the head of that nomu aiming with your mind and following the action with your finger. Then, with a snap, the ciclone flew off towards it, lifting it into the air and growing larger the more he struggled.

You felt the pressure of all that wind, and its body on your back. Hundreds of pounds of pressure on your spine, but adrenaline forced you forward. Sprinting to the boy in the red shirt, crouching down under all that weight to wipe away his tears. You completely ignored how underdressed you were and brought his small form into a tight embrace, whispering sweet nothings to which you didn't know you could say.

It all felt so wrong, so opposite to what you wanted, but you couldn't help it. Grazing the lasso on your thigh an idea sprouted in your mind as to how you could get this crushing weight off of your back. You let the boy down telling him to stay behind you.

Don't engage in combat.

Do not engage.

Get them out of here.

Ignoring your mentors words, you snatched the lasso off of your thigh, doing as you were taught and lighting it ablaze, if your mother was thinking straight, she'd have it made of mineral wool- fire retardant and easily manipulated. The flames would not be actually catching on anything but the air, therefore saving her from an uncontrollably fire.

As it lit up your hair not only changed, but shined a bright red. It was so brilliant that it lit up the area around you, the boy behind you shocked and the people in the vicinity scared.

However, you had a hero suit on. That meant to them, that you were trustworthy.

You swing the lasso all but twice above your head before releasing the ciclone, and the pressure on your back, and whipping it towards the monster.

It had activated some sort of electricity quirk once free from the wind and as the lasso made contact, rather than burning and bringing the nomu to the ground, it sent a high-powered electrical current through your already spent body.

You should have stopped there, tossed the kid out of the way and called for help. Yet, for some reason you couldn't. Being shocked only numbed the pain on your spine more, and upped your adrenaline. Bad news for mr.nomu, huh?

"Whew, that's one way to boost your energy huh, kid?"

You smirked back at the worried boy behind you, hoping a joke would lighting the mood now. Similar to how you would joke in class yo avoid any real emotions or connections.

Only, now, it held the benefit of an adorable smirk appearing on his face and a little giggle exciting his mouth.

"Watch this!"

Despite being electrocuted your lasso was still intact, so you took to attacking it around the monster's leg and pulling back towards you. Once it was too close for your liking, you shot a roundhouse kick into the empty space in front of you. It seemed like a fruitless action, until the surrounding citizens noticed how the wind around them mirrored your actions with equal force.

The nomu went flying out of the city, likely landing somewhere around hosu (😏Yes, hosu) and you released the pressure on your leg.

As soon as you took the time to inhale, your back gave out, and you fell to the ground.

However you hadn't given up, using the little burst you could make with your fingers, you shot several people away from the mess with winds. Then, after what you counted to be person number 34, you gave out and the world went black.

The heroes in the area who were not distracted by nomus had been paying close attention to your actions, surprised they haven't seen you in the sports festival, or anywhere for that matter.

Mr. Woods was disappointed at the initiative you took, knowing how injured you must be from being out of practice with most parts of your quirk. However when endeavour informed the other pros of some sort of incident in hosu, he was forced to leave you there. Limp body cold against the concrete.

When doctors and healers arrived, you were one of the first in an ambulance and on the road to the hospital, and the news reports of your body being wheeled off were matched with that of your battle with the nomu. Streaming across all platforms and displaying on one particular tv screen, in the hotel room of one fire quirked boy.

A boy who truly was noticing he had no idea what you were capable of. A boy who was angry you'd been holding it back in class. One who had been thinking of the way you spoke of fire to that little boy all day, and above all a boy who was entranced by the glow of your hair when it turned red.

Bakugou wasn't sure how to process these overwhelming feelings towards you, the stalker girl who said dumb shit about his eyes. Still, after seeing that video, the feeling your own eyes held, staring up at that devilish creature. He could no longer say he didn't know what you meant by being obsessed with the look in his eyes. He was now too.

A six year old girl struggled against her restraints tirelessly. She has a power that she doesn't know how to use, and yet these men want to take it from her. There is one door exit, it's blocked by tall men in black suits. The whole room echoes with screams from children. It crashes against the walls and her little ears, and she cant get it to stop.

Why was this happening to her? Why couldn't she do anything to stop it?

"Please, just let my brother go! Please I'll do anything. Im sorry. Im sorry. Plea-"

Her words are stopped by a suffocating hand, larger than her whole face, it reeks of bleach. Her little eyes can only release so many tears before they are running over the hands knuckles, wetting his skin with her despair. The man doesn't care, though. The men never seem to care.

Her brother, only two years old, cries in a stranger's arms. The stranger showed her how he could completely disassemble any object, or put it back together. What a horrible powerful quirk. With something like that, she really couldn't tell why he needed hers too. Still, he did.

So the tiny boy whined in his firm hold, terrified, but not sure why. They both just wanted their Mommy. Mommy always comes to save them, she and her friends will take them home. To the castle, with the comfy beds, the pillowy blankets that their small bodies float on like clouds.

Not this rough metal wall, with arms chained, and bruises forming from their so-called interrogation. Why didn't they understand?

She doesn't know how to give her quirk away. She is only six, after all.

Mommy told her that men are greedy. Men like these have all they want and still need more. They take things, without asking. They took her and her brother without asking, so where was Mommy? To tell these men that you aren't supposed to take things, or hit people.

Where are their mommies? Did no one tell them hitting people is bad? Especially smaller people. Is that why the men are bad? Because they didn't have a Mommy or daddy to tell them how to be good? The little girl is lost in a pit of sympathy. Sympathy that she does not owe these horrible men, yet she can't help it.

"I don't give a shit princess, your brother can go home when you give us the quirk."

"Mommy never told me how! I'm sorry míster that you don't have a mo-mommy!" She sobre through the rough palm over her mouth. At the response he removed his grip, though. Opting to allow the girl her voice.

"P-please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry no one told you not to be mean. It's okay though! My Mommy will come, she'll tell you, okay! Please j-just-" though her words held great meaning to those men in suits-bad men- she couldn't finish. Her sobs were too loud and violent. Her little arms shook, because though she was such a sweet little girl,she was terrified.

Her cheeks hurt from screaming and tensing to release tears. Her arms hurt from being suspended at her sides. Her little legs had lost all feeling, gone numb under the pressure of standing for so long. She just wanted to go home, to keep her brother safe.

Even being only six, she felt so stupid for being so helpless. It was her job to protect their family quirk, but she wanted to give it up. More so, even though she wanted to give it away, she didn't even know how.

A small, weak girl, helpless really. She never wanted to be helpless like that again.

"Now!" His hand collided with her cheek. Hard, swinging, jaw snapping pressure. It rang through her ears, like her baby brothers sobs, til she shot up from her bed.

Sweat covered by/ns face as she jolted awake in her bed. Around her were some unrecognizable faces, or that's what she thought at first. Except, in truth, they were simply blurred in her eyes.

As she was taught when she was little, she began recounting things to herself that might make her come back to reality. Might help ease the fear of her dream.

- I am not 6 years old

-my brother is at home in the castle

-im not in a warehouse

-those men are in prison

-i am alive

As she was repeating each of those truths in her head, her eyesight began to come back so that she could recognize the faces of those around her. Three boys: todoroki, midoriya, and iida.

Midoriya was furthest from her, as she now noticed she was on a bed. Then iida, and closest was todoroki. The familiarity of his stone face gave y/n great comfort. However, he looked troubled.

The three boys in the hospital room with her were truthfully at a loss. This girl who had been at their school for one week, had proved more honest and heroic than them. After being scolded by the chief of police, they were each confronting their own feelings about the events.

However, each came to the conclusion that y/n was the only participating hero-in-training that followed the rules and fought earnestly. Little did they know, she had been breaking rules too, except her wouldn't be hid so easily.

What were the police meant to do, a teenage girl-princess no less- save countless lives, that heroes were neglecting, and its broadcast all over japan. Unlike in the boys' case, where the media didn't even have to know, everyone had already seen her heroism, but they had no idea where she came from.

Some viewers pointed out her position as a princess, but no one expected to see her in a hero outfit anytime soon. They knew what happened was illegal, but what backlash would they face for arresting her. Could they even arrest her?

Still, all y/n knew was that she was scared, and she needed to hide it as deep within her as it could reach. No one likes a cry baby, anyway.

"Oh..uh, hey guys?"

The first to look up was the green haired, face widening in surprise and worry.

"Y/n! Y-you're up!? Wait, don't sit up yet..um they said your bac-"

"You left damage on all your thoracic vertebrae. You could have killed yourself with that amount of pressure!"

Todoroki interrupted. Face still void of emotion, but his voice held anger.

Making sure to agnowledged how touched she was that he cared at all, y/n then quickly brushed it off. In the mood for jokes, not fights. She just finished fighting, why would she wanna argue some more about it?

"Aww~todoroki, were you worried about me?"

"Yes. It was stupid of you to use your quirk like that, out of practice and such."

"Um-"

"There's no um. he is right y/n, i didn't know your quirk could do that, but you obviously haven't been keeping it in practice during class, that was really risky..." midoriya added on in a ramble.

Feeling a bit cornered she settled for sighing and staring up at the ceiling.

"Can I walk?"

"No"

"Why not?"

"Did you not here the whole vertebrae thing, i-"

"No, I did, but I don't feel any pain...is it not healed?"

"I'm not really sure, we can ask.."

So slowly but surely, the boys helped her sit up, and yes, she did feel an immense pain shoot through her. Additionally, she was compensated with shoto conspiracizing about his negativo afecta on peoples hands, getting to know these classmates better. They even let her in on why they were in the hospital to begin with.

She would have to admit, though these boys being around made her happy, she was still thinking about bakugou. Was he in the area during the fight? Is he okay? Why do I give a shit about that mean old fact face anyway? Oh, right. His eyes.

The rest of her time was spent ignoring the extreme trauma these events reminded her of, and fantasizing about those angry eyes.

Bakugou pov 😡

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There the bitch was, right on my hotel tv screen, fighting the same fight on replay. Those media bastards hasn't stopped talking about her all day. How even when she was barely alive on the ground, she kept saving people.

I know it wasn't about me, hell, I wasn't even there, but it feels like a taunt. Some karma cause I called her an entitled princess, or her purposefully saying "Look what I can do."

Well I fucking am. Looked like some sort of wind quirk, but I saw her use fire with those kids, and in class she makes that plant shit. So what the hell is she? She thinks having multiple quirks makes her better than me? Good enough she doesn't have to use them all just to beat me? Thats bullshit.

I'm just so fucking angry at her for it, but I have to be. Or else, the next time they show her shitty face on that shitty screen, looking

...shitty, i'll start to worry.

That maybe she has only been here for a week, but she is already gone. That the whole time at school she spent avoiding me, to make me happy. Worrying I'll never hear her say what she looks at in my eyes.

In her eyes, that night, I saw pure rage. It almost looked as if she couldn't control it. An impending anger that loomed over her, and controlled her; made her strong. Not stronger than me, but strong.

Still, I can't go "falling for'' every girl that I see with strength. If a dunce 's face hadn't told me that feeling I had at the festival was a crush, I could have spared myself a week worth of it, I don't even know what.

Stupid dunce face.

Now, though, that shitty princess, even if she is shitty. Well, she has at least my respect.

#mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakusquad #mha fluff #fanfic #mha todoroki #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #anime #romance #my hero acadamia #mha fanfiction

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bnhaficsforthesoul · 5 years

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Shinsou fluff alphabet

Starting off this blog the right way

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He really likes your eyes

Hes definitely the type of person that puppy dog eyes work on

When you look up at him with those pretty eyes he just melts into them

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He would want a baby eventually

Like after you get married

But he loves the thought of having a baby with you

Seeing which traits come out from both of you

Or adopting a baby, he thinks that would be awesome too

He loves kids, hes just kinda scared that he doesn't know how to take care of them

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He is the c li n g I est mf

He acts like hes not but he is

He doesn't have a preference when it comes to being the little or big sppon

He loves holding you

Just wrapping his arms around your shoulders or waist and hugging you as tight as possible while pressing little kisses onto your forehead

And when you hold him he melts

He feels so loved and wanted

Play with his hair plz plz plz

His eyes will flutter shut and hell just be like

"Mmm... so comfy"

It's so cute

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Toshi is pretty spontaneous

So dates will either be

Let's go out at 3 in the morning and run around the city and buy junk food

"Babe, I got us reservations for this super fancy restaurant so make sure you get dressed up. Were leaving in an hour."

They're always fun tho, even the more formal dates are super silly with you two making jokes and just being crackheads

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

To Hitoshi, you are his inspiration

His reason for moving forward in life

Before you, his only goal was to become a hero - and even then no one seemed to believe he could

Then theres you

You who tells him that his quirk does not make him evil

It's super effective against villains

hell be a pro hero someday

Before he wanted to become hero simply because why not

But now he wants to become a hero for you, to show you that your positive words were not misplaced and he is someone you can count on

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It was one night after he was training with Aizawa in martial arts (since he knows his quirk isnt the most effective in battle if he cant get it to work)

And he walked out of the field to see you standing there with this big smile on your face

"What are you doing here? It's late, you should go home."

"I was but then I saw you training and wanted to watch 😊"

He kinda gives you a weird look and is like why

"Cause you're super cool Shinsou! If I wanna be a pro hero I need to make sure I can get strong too, so I wanted to take some pointers."

His eyes widen and hes like- you think I'm cool??? Me who has to do this training cause my quirk is useless most the time?? Me who's quirk actually sucks?? You think I'm cool.

You just give him this big smile and you're like well ya anyways see you tomorrow

And he kinda is just like fuckfuckfuckfuckdu kkckcdudyhsj the whole way home cause wow you're super cute and you're the only person to ever praise him like that

He lies awake all night and is like I'm in love fuk

So ya, he was in love long before you even started dating

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Hes so gentle with you

Like hell brush your hair out of your face and move it behind your ear

When you kiss his hand kinda just cups your jaw and his thumb rubs your cheek

He presses little kisses on your forehead when you hug

Theres times when he can be more rough, but you're his baby and he cherishes you so much

He doesn't wanna scare you in any way and treats you so well

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

When you're walking he likes to place his fingers with yours and holds onto your hand tight

But other than that, he prefers holding your hand by placing his on top of yours and lacing his fingers while his thumb rubs your pinky

Hell pick up your hand and press kisses on it

Lowkey to tease you cause he likes to see you blush but still

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you wasn't the best? It wasn't the worst either tho

He first met you at the sports festival

You were fighting after he did, so when he was walking back and you were going out you saw him

So you were like "great job in the match!!"

And he thought you were teasing him cause he felt he horribly lost so he got kinda pissed

And was like "ya whatever"

He realized you weren't lying later tho, when you kept talking to him whenever you would see him at school

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Oooooh yes, boy gets so jealous

You're HIS baby, not anyone elses

Hes put up with a lot of shit and a lot of shitty people and now that he has someone who loves him and he adores back - he doesn't like the fear of losing them

It's less of he gets angry when people flirt with you and more of he gets scared

Hes scared hes not the best and that you might decide you'll leave

He knows you love him and are loyal to him, but he cant shake that fear

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

So he initiated the first kiss

It was after your first date, and he kinda just kissed you out of nowhere (and you didn't mind at all)

While he does kiss you fairly gently, its lots of times a way to tease you

He loves to kiss you more roughly- the kinds of kisses that leave you breathless and your lips bruised

But he starts gentle half the time so that you get frustrated and have to try and make him kiss you deeper

Lots of tongue

Lots and lots of tongue

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You did

Again, He knew he loved you before you started dating

But he didn't wanna put you off by saying it too soon so he waited for you

He did things to help you know he loved you, but he waited until you said it

The first time you said it you were cuddling

You were lying on his chest and he was playing with your hair on his bed and you quietly said "I love you Toshi. So much.."

His eyes widened and he got the biggest smile on his face

"I love you too baby"

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

His favorite memory with you is probably one of your first dates

He took you to an amusement park

You were holding hands the whole time and you were so happy throughout the whole night

Hearing your beautiful laugh, being able to play the games with you and win you prizes since hes for some reason super good at them, getting to be that annoying couple that just cuddles in all the lines

He was in heaven

of course you had to do the stereotypical couple thing and ride the ferris wheel

But! It got stuck when you were almost to the top (if only it had been at the top - it would have been peak amusement park date romance)

You two were so ready to kiss at the top, but now you get to make out for like 30 minutes?? Awesome!

Getting to have a whole photo shoot together with all the pretty lights from the park and the city?? Double awesome!

Sitting in the cramped seat and being able to just talk and cuddle without worrying about school or anything?? Tripple awesome!!!

Everything about the night was perfect, and now you two love going on amusement park dates (tho none will ever beat this one)

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He won't Spoil you too much, hes broke anyways

Besides, hes not the most materialistic person anyways so he would rather give you gifts of like dates and stuff

When he does give gifts, it's more personal things

Hell spoil you for your birthday and anniversary tho, if you really want something hell do his best to get you it

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Pink

Why?

Because he loves that cute blush of yours ~

He teases you all the time, anything to get you to blush

So when he sees a pink, especially in the shade of your blush, he kinda smirks and is like aw

Also, its such a soft color, and you're his baby so he gets soft for you

So honestly pastel colors remind him of you too, but mainly pink

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

ANYTHING that will get you to blush

Hes tested out them all

Honey, sugar, babydoll, bub, cutie, EVERYTHING

But his favorites are baby, and kitten.

He likes cats so he tested out kitten and the BLUSH that erupted on your face, he was hooked

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

My dude he is so into ball room dancing

Like I guess that's modern if you're rich, but neither of you are so that's something you only see in like old movies

Dead ass he took you to an abandoned castle just to dance with you while he played music from like the 40s

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Loves rain

Wants to go play in it

He will drag you out into the rain so that you can run around and act like little kids

Then you'll come in eventually so you dont get sick and make tea and cuddle

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Hes more of the type that will just ignore his feelings when hes sad

Like it's no big deal they'll go away

But you got mad at him for doing that so now - he just tells you

Hell text you and be like "hey.. can we cuddle..."

And you'll immediately know what's up and run to cheer him up

When you're sad, he takes a more direct approach

He wants you to tell him straight up what's wrong, and hes willing to wait if you need time

Hell hold you until you're ready, but he won't leave until you're feeling better

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He loves gossipping

Like you two talking about dumb stuff your classmates do

Makes up like 70% of your conversations

Also about movies, or TV shows, hes into a lot of fandoms and loves talking about them

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

You

Playing

With

His

Hair

That's it

Hes stressed? He will plop himself into your lap and you just know

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He likes showing off his martial art skills honestly

Hes gotten good at them, and many of the students dont bother with learning any formal fighting style since they're more into just using their quirk or swinging as they please

So it's something hes proud of

Hes also proud of it cause the 2 people he looks up to the most - aizawa and you - are also proud of him for it

So he loves showing you new things hes learned, or showing you how to do them so that you can be safer

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Again, hes spontaneous, so it kinda just came out

You two were just goofing around one night - spending time with each other since soon you would go into working at an agency since you had graduated

He was just thinking about how much hes gonna miss not being able to be around you all the time

So this man deadass ran into a gas station that was still open, bought a ring pop, and ran back out and was like

"Shit babe I'm so sorry this is such a horrible proposal but I'm doing it cause I don't wanna back out so- (y/n), will you marry me?"

Hes down on one knee holding this ring pop and he expected you to start laughing (you did later) but instead you started crying and you just jump into his arms nodding

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Serendipity by BTS

His world changed when he met you, the love his life

Theres so much hurt in life, and you are his happiness

Even when you two fight, you only come back stronger

Hes so happy with you, and so hes worried that something will happen to take you away from him

This song kinda captures that

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes

All the time

He planned it a few times fully before when he actually did, and they were all much more romantic than the ring pop

He thought of the ring and everything

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Cat

Do I even need to say that

He wants you two to be crazy cat parents so bad

Even tho the max you ever have at a time is 2

#bnha #mha #boku no hero headcanons #boku no hero imagines #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero academia #boku no hero x reader #shinsou imagine #shinsoubnha #shinsou headcanons #shinsouhitoshi #mhaheadcanons #fluff alphabet #shinsouxreader #shinsoufluff

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littlejowo · 5 years

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So I've made an AU. I'm on mobile, so I can't make a read-more, so I hope you like text walls! Forgive thr goofy sketches, though; this AU gets pretty angsty.

I've been referring to this as the Rogue AU, but it could also be referred to as a Future AU. It's mostly Donnie-centric, but I'll also explain the changes the others went through.

The premise of the whole thing is that Donnie gets kidnapped by Baron Draxum for his brains. Draxum wanted to force him to create various weapons, gadgets, and other such things. Obviously, the other turtles came to save Donnie.

What nobody expected, however, was for Donnie to go rogue and become a traitor.

He managed to break free of his binds, but instead of escaping with his brothers, he helped Draxum to drive them away.

For the next three years, Donnie worked with Draxum to turn as many humans as possible into mutants. He also made traps and weapons, and improved upon his battle shells. With Draxum's youkai tech, he was able to make and do things far beyond what he ever could with scraps and junkyard findings.

Donnie's reasons for helping were that he was tired of feeling unappreciated for his work, and like his brothers only cared about him when he made something he thought of as trivial or useless. He also felt that Splinter's love for him was conditional, whereas Draxum seemed to show genuine appreciation and adoration for Donnie.

Whenever his brothers came and tried to confront him about it, Donnie would tell a half-lie and say that he WANTED the world to be mutated, so that nobody would have to hide anymore. He played up his mad-scientist persona to the max, making it seem as if he cared more about the science behind the process than how it would affect people. The hurt he felt when his brothers believed it drove him even further into Draxum's clutches.

After three years, however, there was an accident.

Donnie grew tired of needing to wear battle shells. He wanted his real shell to be hard enough to protect him. So, he decided to take after Draxum and dabble in genetic modification.

He was not very good at it.

His shell remained soft. However, he grew much taller, until he was almost 8 feet tall. He managed to grow some thin facial hair, which he secretly loves. He also became physically stronger (even if not by very much), he became far faster than before, and his senses dulled slightly. Despite these changes that he admittedly liked most of, even if none of them were the intended effects, he ended up regretting it severely.

The next time he had to go into battle against his brothers, he found that there was one other side effect, and it was the most serious of all: When his heart rate went above a certain level, his form woulf change into what would later become known as his "hulk" form.

Depending on why his heart rate increased, this form would change slightly. In anger, he would become large and monstrous. In fear, he would become slimmer and more stealthy. In fluster, he would become more turtle-like and evasive.

During this first change, however, he lost control. He would become angry and deadly, and the realization that he wasn't himself led him to become the more fearful creature, and so on. His emotions ran wild, and his form became an amalgamation of all the creatures who's DNA he used to modify his own genes.

The battle had ended when Draxum foolishly tried to get Donnie under his control. Baron Draxum ended up severely injured, and Donnie took the chance and ran away from everything.

For the next year, Donnie lived in solitude, spending his time trying to undo what he'd done to himself. When he realized that he could not, he came up with various ways to keep his "hulk" forms in check. He never fully mastered it, but he did get to a point where he could mostly keep it under wraps.

In the meantime, the other turtles searched for him tirelessly, never giving up. By the time they found him (4 years after his initial kidnapping), they had also managed to finally take down Draxum. The ooze-squitos were still loose, and they had other enemies to fight, but the Evil League of Mutants was disbanded.

After these 4 years, Donnie was found and finally brought home. He didn't make it easy for them, but once the turtles convinced him to come home, he was glad to know that his brothers truly cared for him all this time, and that they loved him. And he realized just how much he loved them, too.

The next year was spent with everyone trying to figure out their new dynamic, and how to get around all the changes that had gone by in the last 5 years.

Donnie became more open and affectionate, and much louder. He's still the master of sarcasm and sass, but he evens it out with sudden declarations of adoration for his family, random hugs, meaningful gifts, and obnoxious games and sports competitions.

Around 2 years after Donnie's initial kidnapping, Leo took over as the team leader. He earned his place there by proving his worth in giving up his mystic weapon.

Initially, this was not a choice. When he had just turned 16, he tried to make a TikTok video to celebrate his birthday. It went wrong, however, and he ended up losing his right arm. Raph and Mikey tried to cauterize the wound, but did very poorly and left him with severe burns that ended up scarring permanently.

His odachi was nearly impossible to use with one hand, so he had to give it up and replace it with dual swords (like before) one of which he wielded with his mouth. He has some scarring around the corners of his lips from getting cut so often when he was still learning how to master his new weapons.

Leo quickly became fairly these weapons, and was a fearsome fighter. When Raph saw the progress he was making, and the potential he had to be something greater, he willingly gave up his title as leader and gave it to Leo.

After that, Raph started to have issues with his feelings of self-worth. He couldn't figure out his new role in the team now that he wasn't the leader. He refused to talk about them, because he didn't want Leo to think he didn't deserve to be leader. So Raph bottled up his emotions and festered.

He's still the lovable teddybear we've grown to love from Rise, but he became very angry over the next year, and he began to lash out. However, when he saw how this was hurting his brothers, both emotionally and physically, he found a different outlet. And in that, he decided on his role for the team.

He designated himself as their shield. He took the hits, and dished them out twice as hard. His strength was soon unparalleled, and he struck fear into any opponent they encountered.

After the rise of Shredder (nearly 3 years after Donnie's kidnapping), however, Raph sustained severe injuries from their first battle. This resulted in many scars all over his body, a cracked shell and plastron, broken-off spikes, and the near-loss of his right eye, which lost about 80% of its vision.

He still struggles with his anger, even after all of this, but Raph has also become much more self-aware, as well as aware of his team at all times. He's gotten very good at reading others, and has decided to learn how to work with first-aid in the hopes of also becoming the team's medic.

Mikey developed an unnamed illness when he was 17 (4 years after Donnie's kidnapping, and just a few months before bringing him home). This illness attacked his eyes.

It started with a gradual loss in vision. Things were blurry, and eventually light began to look like smears and streakes. Colors began to dull.

Then began the headaches. It started in his temples, but would eventually come to settle in his eyes, and after another month or so, it started to feel like needles prodding around his pupils.

Nobody in the family knew what to do for him aside from medication, which did not work. No doctors were able to figure out what the problem was, and all they could do was perscribe pain meds. By the 3-month mark, Mikey had become completely blind.

About 6 months into the development of this illness, which was two months after Donnie came home, Mikey's eyes began to physically deteriorate. They were essentially rotting. It was incredibly painful, to the point where he eventually begged Donnie to remove them.

Mikey still sometimes feels some pain from this illness, but after the removal of his eyes, the affected areas had stopped spreading, and he was deemed clear of thr illness itself. However, he is very prone to other illnesses and infections, and spends much of his time in bed.

Despite these hardships, Mikey is still an incredibly valuable member of the team. While his vision is long-gone, his other senses have raised exponentially, to the point where one could forget that he can no longer see. He often uses his mystic weapon as a "service dog" of sports, and it has essentially become his new eyes. He's now a master of stealth, and prides himself in his ability to catch any enemy off guard.

I still need to figure out how the other characters fit into this AU, haha.

So, there's the basic idea behind the Rogue/Post-Rogue AU. In the current events, Mikey is 18, Donnie and Leo are 19, and Raph is 20.

If there's anything else you'd like to know about this AU, I'd be more than happy to answer any questions!

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amazing-spiderling · 2 years

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B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

I'm only writing this here because the memory is a fond one and it made me laugh really hard at the time (even though for reasons that must be named I don't engage with this media anymore) but in ye olde days I read some books about a boy wizard and his far more interesting professors. I would kind of read... whatever for fanfic and wasn't concerned with otps or specific ships for said professors but one day on LJ I came across a comic (I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the artist) that was "canon vs fanon" versions of the tall broody ex-bad boy professor and it was the funniest shit I had ever seen. It was also professor/no-longer-a-boy wizard and there was just something about the exchange that made me wonder if there was other good fan content for that ship. (There was.) Eventually I drew my own INCREDIBLY stupid comic that was half wizards half fight club parody bc that's how I roll. ANYWAYS let's move on to less problematic topics...

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Wolverine/Nightcrawler which is WEIRD because it has a lot of the hallmarks of ships I DO like? (Battle damaged fight guy and softer best friend type??? That's my brand!) I don't know what it is, whether it's just that I have "known" these characters so long that it feels like reading fic about my brothers or something else. I do have to say in all the years of comic history, I don't think the comics have *ever* given Kurt a significant other who was a good fit. I thought Meggan was close when I was younger but now I realize that's not really a two way street. (Although this is based on classic Excalibur.) IDK What it is, I think they've just spent too long characterizing Kurt as this... Casanova/Zealot and it's like... either he's dating around or he's so dedicated to a cause it doesn't make sense for him to settle down (I'm a fan of stories where he ends up a priest or some such). Anyways, I'm very happy for Logurt fans and I wish I could get into it because there is some quality work out there!

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

A long time ago I started a series of pictures I drew with my left hand retelling the events of Metal Gear Solid 1, except it was from the perspective of all the dogs that lived on the Alaskan base. Characters were called things like "Crysad Man" and "Angry Yeller" which isn't that different than typical Kojima naming conventions.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

I certainly have had my OTPs and I'm kind of slow to move on. I can milk a ship for years and years (and I don't think I ever really leave...) I tend to have just one ship for a fandom (versus having a fave character who makes a good fandom bicycle). I remember being kind of flexible in early days (Sailor Moon was great with Tuxedo Kamen but Seiya was also a charmer and so much fun...) I think my first proper OTP was Snake/Otacon from Metal Gear Solid. I was always impressed by my friends who had several favorite pairs with interchangeable members, meanwhile I was like "I like this one" just making my paper doll smooch and deal with trauma.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

So, I'm not really a fan of hurt no comfort, buttttttt I feel like it can create some compelling pieces (especially if it's in a fanfic that predates the canon events where you know everything shakes out mostly okay). I need the catharsis and I tend to be a "just before bed" reader, so I want to doze off with something that makes my heart happy. To that end, I'm not really here for "Dark!" character AUs, especially if it involves the now evil character hurting the other member of what would normally be my OTP. I don't really get anything out of "Character A kidnaps character B and tortures them for lolz" kinds of story, so this trope is a miss for me.

#thank you for the ask!#this was a nice trip down memory lane

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cienie-isengardu · 6 years

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Bi-Han & Sektor... and the Lin Kuei deal with Quan Chi

Warning: this is long text. Really long, even for my standards.

This is something that sits on my mind for long time now. The deal between Lin Kuei and Quan Chi plays more or less important role in Mythologies: Sub-Zero (1997), Mortal Kombat (2011) and Mortal Kombat X (2017) and affects deeply Hanzo, Sub-Zero brothers and Sektor’s storyline. To put all details into right perspective, I looked closer at sources.

In Mythologies:

Bi-Han was sent on mission to steal Map of Elements from Shaolin Temple. Unknown to Sub-Zero, Scorpion - a ninja from rival assassin clan - was also hired by Quan Chi for the same task. Bi-Han killed Shirai Ryu ninja during fight for Map, though the dialogue indicate that Hanzo knew in advance about Lin Kuei warrior:

Quan Chi: Ah yes, your Japanese counterpart. It's unfortunate that you happened upon him in your battle with the pesky Shaolin monks. Sub-Zero: Scorpion was tipped off... he knew I was breaking into that temple, and if he weren't there - there wouldn't have been a battle! You are responsible for this sorcerer! Quan Chi: I admit... I also retained Scorpion's services. In case you failed, I needed some assurances.

After returning to Lin Kuei Temple, Bi-Han learned who hired him (Quan Chi) and how sorcerer paid for the service of Lin Kuei:

Quan Chi: Oh yes, I almost forgot... In this bag are bones of your arch nemesis, and leader of Scorpion's ninja clan, the Shirai Ryu. Grandmaster: And, this is the skull of the leader of the Shirai Ryu? Quan Chi: It most certainly is... I stripped it of its flesh myself. Grandmaster: Ho! Our ancient foes have been vanquished in one transaction. Quan Chi: I've personally made certain that every last remnant of their clan has been eliminated... forever.

And here is Quan Chi’s proof:

(As a gamers/viewers we must take at face value that Quan Chi did not cheat and really brought with himself the bones of Scorpion’s clan leader but I hope that in-universe, Grandmaster sent someone to check that for sure. Lin Kuei are supposed to be assassin clan in bussiness for ages, please tell me that Grandmaster wasn’t so stupid trusting)

Bi-Han from the start disliked Quan Chi; as much as I don’t think he regretted killing Scorpion then, he was for sure angry at sorcerer and his treacherous act that lead to unnecessary battle that could cost Sub-Zero life / the success of mission. Still, he had no other choice than fulfill next task - to infiltrate Temple of Elements and get amulet Quan Chi’s so badly wanted.

After beating all four gods of water, fire, earth and wind, Bi-Han learned truth about Shinnok’s amulet from Quan Chi (who once again turned out to be treacherous sorcerer; Shinnok’s release would destroy Earthrealm, thus Lin Kuei clan was in danger):

Quan Chi: The amulet... I have Shinnok's amulet! Sub-Zero: Who's amulet? Quan Chi: He is my deity, ruler of the NETHEREALM and soon destroyed of your Earth realm. This is definitely Shinnok's amulet! Sub-Zero: What are you talking about? Quan Chi: This amulet is the key to Shinnok's power as an Elder God. When returned to him he will retain his powers and be freed from the confines of the Netherealm.

Raiden forced Bi-Han to go to Netherrealm to set things straight. There, Bi-Han met again Scorpion... or more precise: Scorpion’s angry soul:

Warrior: Escape is not possible. Sub-Zero: Who are you? Warrior: I am a dead man. But somehow you have retained your mortality, which would mean you are vulnerable to death. Sub-Zero: Wait... I know your voice. Scorpion: Yessss... I am Scorpion. You killed me in cold blood. Sub-Zero: I had no choice. If I had not stolen that map I would be the dead one. Scorpion: But my clan and family would still be alive! Sub-Zero: What?? Scorpion: It wasn't enough to kill me... you had to destroy every last remnant of my being... you are responsible for the massacre of my entire clan! Sub-Zero: You're mistaken... Quan Chi is responsible for their deaths! Scorpion: Words will not save you Lin Kuei warrior... prepare for your final battle!

Either, Hanzo does not have memory of this meeting or this never happened in Alternative Timeline. In the end, Bi-Han did sucess and brought back Shinnok’s amulet to Raiden. After coming back to Lin Kuei Temple, he is told that another sorcerer get interested in his service and that’s how Shang Tsung hired Sub-Zero (and Cyrax & Sektor) to MK Tournament.

I guess, some Mythologies events get alternated (or ignored) to fit into new game(s), but things that happened for sure:

Bi-Han killed Scorpion during mission

in exchange for Lin Kuei services, Quan Chi exterminated whole Shirai Ryu ninja clan (confirmed by Sektor, in MKX)

Bi-Han defended Earthrealm from the Netherrealm armies of Shinnok and Quan Chi (confirmed by Raiden, in MK9)

Mortal Kombat 9 does not talk in direct way about the deal between Grandmaster and Quan Chi yet it provides an interesting details and raises some question.

By no means, Scorpion is shrouded in mystery. Shang Tsung alone presented him as “Scorpion! Specter of the Netherrealm! Resurrected by the sorcerer Quan Chi!“ While Hanzo himself is very vocal about his desire for revenge:

Where is the Lin Kuei Sub-Zero? He killed my family and clan. I will have his head!

Yet to fight against Scorpion in Tournament Bi-Han had to officially change sides and became one of Raiden’s champions (x). Otherwise, the fight would not have any sense story-wise, since both men representated Outworld and like hell Shang Tsung would allow his subordinates to kill each other before his Outworld victory would be guaranteed. Later, yeah, they may kill each other, not his bussiness, really.

Oddly enough, during Scorpion’s introduction (by Shang Tsung and Hanzo’s own words), Sub-Zero is not seen with fellow Lin Kuei warriors. We may only guessing why - beside the obvious requirement of the plot - he wasn’t there. For all we know, he may already fought somewhere else at the same time. But if Bi-Han changed the side, why Lin Kuei warriors weren't angry nor worry? What I think comes down to Quan Chi, and how he betrayed Lin Kuei.

It’s hard to tell, how much Sektor and Cyrax knew about Lin Kuei dealing with the sorcerer. Sektor was son of Grandmaster, so he may have better access to information about current clan politics, but even if not (there is no info that as a son of Grandmaster he was granted any special privileges), Bi-Han should have know the truth about massacre of Shirai Ryu clan. Since Hanzo Hasashi lives as an angry specter looking for revenge against Sub-Zero - a top assassin of Lin Kuei - Quan Chi did not not fulfill his part of the contract (”I've personally made certain that every last remnant of their clan has been eliminated... forever“).

Mythologies!Grandmaster may say how one can trust a sorcerer sometimes, yet Quan Chi three(!) times in row betrayed Sub-Zero, and by extension, Lin Kuei as a whole. Hiring Scorpion when he already hired Bi-Han, using Sub-Zero to get amulet to free Shinnok that would destroy Earthrealm and, by extension, Lin Kuei and now, keeping one of Shirai Ryu ninja as his specter against contract terms.

Sub-Zero may as well just leave the real mission to Cyrax and Sektor and changed the side to deal with traitorous yet powerful client and/or direct danger for the Lin Kuei clan (Scorpion). What I think is reasonable explanation why:

Sektor is not angry nor suspiction of Bi-Han’s action (not like later he was with Cyrax’s) and does not mention it at all

Cyrax keeps talking about Cyber Initiative; the argument free will and thinking for themselves (the ability to improvise & making hard decisions) vs blindly obiedence could be brought by Bi-Han’s action. In this case, focusing at hidden danger than at current mission.

Cyrax is both protective about Sub-Zero and sure of his win, even if the fellow Lin Kuei changed sides during mission. What can be oberved during the short interaction between Cyrax & Sektor and Hanzo:

CYRAX: Your inferior clan is dead. Soon you will join them. SCORPION: My clan may walk the Earth once more. [...] CYRAX: Your obsession with Sub-Zero ends here.

Still, it raises question how much Bi-Han, Cyrax and Sektor really knew about Lin Kuei deal with Quach Chi?

Like I wrote already, when Scorpion was presented the first time by Shang Tsung, and what alone he said about his revenge, Bi-Han wasn’t around to response. Cyrax and Sektor accept that Shirai Ryu clan is dead - but did they simply trust Scorpion’s words, or heard that somehow from Grandmaster / Lin Kuei officials before they were sent on this mission or did Bi-Han provide them details, since (if!) he witnessed the exchange between Grandmaster and Quan Chi? It’s hard to tell anything about Sektor (he is so withdrawn here) but at least Cyrax seems to know / believe that Sub-Zero is NOT responsible for the fate of Shirai Ryu clan. Your obession with Sub-Zero ends here, he said to Hanzo, what for me implies Cyrax didn’t take seriously Hanzo’s claims. For him this was just(?) misplaced obsession.

Of course, Mythologies!Bi-Han could provide both men needed information; yes, he killed Hanzo Hasashi, but no, he didn’t eliminate the whole clan. Quan Chi did. Here come next questions then:

In Alternative Timeline, is Bi-Han even aware of Quan Chi’s part in Shirai Ryu’s extinction? If yes, why he (nor Cyrax or Sektor) didn’t use that knowledge? The best way to mess with Quan Chi would be turning against trecherous sorcerer his own specter by telling Hanzo the truth (like in MK4 Scorpion & Sub-Zero endings). Frankly, Sub-Zero could at least try that tactic (and using some cold logic, since both were on the same mission far away from Japan). Not that Hanzo would listen, not when Quan Chi messed up with Hanzo’s mind with fake “memories” of Shirai Ryu clan massacre, but it would be a heart wrenching addition to MKX’s reveal of truth for Hanzo to realize that Bi-Han actually didn’t lie to him before death. Just saying.

Also, if Bi-Han was really so powerful to kill the whole clan of trained assassins, for sure he would mock Shirai Ryu for being weak and useless in front of Scorpion. To frustrate Hanzo, to make him as unbalanced as possible, to take advantage of situation. Yet Bi-Han did not take credit for killing Shirai Ryu,the same as ektor & Cyrax did not claim that as victory - the sign of Lin Kuei superiority - over long-time enemy. Frankly, all men only acknowledged extinction of Hanzo’s clan (”Your inferior clan is dead. Soon you will join them.”, “To hell with your [dead] clan”) but not Lin Kuei part of it. Like I said, Bi-Han, Sektor and Cyrax could mock Shirai Ryu, could brag about Lin Kuei’s victory/superiority in Hanzo’s face. Could be all smug and happy from Scorpion’s suffering for pragmatic and selfish reasons, yet none of them really acted like that. They were uncaring and hostile toward Hanzo, yes, but was there any (in universe) reason, why Bi-Han, Cyrax or Sektor wouldn’t / couldn’t make it clear that Lin Kuei found a way to eliminate once and for all its deadly enemy? After all, that was the last chance to mock Shirai Ryu ninja in the face, since everyone else from rival clan was dead.

The hellish, immortal Spectre of course could be a threat to Lin Kuei, but Mortal Kombat Tournament already proved that one may fight Scorpion as any other enemy. Sektor and Cyrax witnessed Shirai Ryu undead ninja fight against Kung Lao and Nightwolf. It was just matter to find a way to kick his ass, for good. And if Bi-Han knew about Grandmaster deal with Quan Chi, he could also use that knowledge to form alliance with Shang Tsung, as a way to deal with common enemy. The sourcerers disliked each other and any advantage would be a great assest for Tsung in their rivalry for Shao Kahn’s favor. If Bi-Han knew about Shinnok and his desire to destroy Earthrealm, that for sure would be important information for Shang Tsung. In exchange for privy data, the dark magic of sorcerer could be useful for Lin Kuei, as a way to eliminate the specter born from Hanzo’s seeking revenge soul. So Scorpion, even with his unearthly abilities, was not an invincible threat to Lin Kuei.

Yet, despite the supposed knowledge from events of Mythologies the only one thing Bi-Han said during his final fight with Scorpion was “That is not me!”

What makes me wonder that Bi-Han, Cyrax and Sektor may only knew that Shirai Ryu clan is dead and were not privy at all to all details of Grandmaster deal with Quan Chi (and Shinnok??). Which probably means Mythologies at this point either differs from Alternative Timeline or this is just plot-hole (looking at younger Sub-Zero’s ending in MK9, where he learned from Raiden the truth, that the Lin Kuei were ultimately responsible for the deaths of Sub-Zero's and Scorpion's families seems more like plot hole. If Bi-Han changed the side, it makes sense how Raiden knew about that and Grandmaster’s plans for Cyber Initiative).

What about other Lin Kuei warriors?

In MKX, Kuai Liang said to Hanzo:

For years, I had thought you had unfairly blamed the Lin Kuei for the deaths of your family and clan.

and

Had I known of my clan's complicity in the Shirai-Ryu's extinction, our history would be different.

What means Kuai Liang alone never knew about his clan’s complicity in Shirai Ryu’s extinction nor had any reason to even think it may be the case. Understable, since he never was told what really happened during MK Tournament nor how his brother really died:

SMOKE: If only they had been more forthcoming with the details of your brother's demise. We will find Shang Tsung. He will tell us all he knows.

Shirai Ryu clan was destroyed just before Tournament, most Lin Kuei (like Smoke & Tundra) may not be told about that in any specific details. It’s not even sure if they were told anything at all. Even if Grandmaster announced basic info that rival ninja clan finally stop existing, no Lin Kuei warrior had a reason (beside simple curosity, I guess) to care about Shirai Ryu’s fate beyond that. Bitter enemies, after all.

(Then again, why Lin Kuei warriors wouldn’t be told about that? The extinction of whole Shirai Ryu clan sounds like a good thing to celebrate, after all. Why was it keep secret? Did Grandmaster knew that allying himself with Netherrealm sorcerer to eliminate the whole rival clan was somehow against Lin Kuei traditions / accepted terms? Did Grandmaster was affraid of his subordinates reaction? Some opposition? Disgust that Shirai Ryu fell not from Lin Kuei’s own hand? Why eliminate Shirai Ryu now? What was going on Grandmaster’s mind??)

Later, Lin Kuei allied with Shao Kahn, when cyber warriors captured rogue Sub-Zero. In in exchange for allowing Cyrax and Sektor take custody of Kuai Liang, Emperor gained powerful and loyal servants:

SEKTOR: We request that we may return him to our temple for judgment. SHAO KAHN: And what do I gain from granting this bold request? CYRAX: The Lin Kuei's loyalty and service. SHAO KAHN: Very well. He is yours.

Sektor at some undefined point betrayed Grandmaster and took control over Lin Kuei; in that scene it doesn’t sound like it has happened.

During Outworld Invasion, Sektor was leader (and supervisor) of Cyber Lin Kuei warriors. He was seen (along with Cyrax) at Kahn’s War Council, worked closely with Noob Saibot (a servant of Quan Chi) and had access to important information.

As far, as was shown on screen, Cyber Lin Kuei did not take orders directly from Quan Chi - but they for sure cooperated. Noob Saibot was seen along Cyrax and Sektor discussing progress of Invasion (both Cyrax & Noob were sent back(?) to Earthealm by Sektor), and later, thanks to Cyber Sub-Zero, turned out that Sektor had data (orders?) about Quan Chi’s plan related to Soulnado, including where captured soldiers were held and where they should be trasported:

While working for Shao Kahn, Cyber Lin Kuei had various task. Some stuff for sure benefited Quan Chi. Of course, Shao Kahn’s favored him now for bringing Sindel back to live (and making her properly obedient) and did promise Earthrealm’s souls as payment for sorcerer’s service. But since we know that Netherrealm sorcerer & Shinnok manipulated evenst behind Emperor’s back - while supposedly having a deal with Lin Kuei at the same time - it makes me wonder how much Grandmaster (and by extension, Sektor) really knew about Quan Chi & Shinnok’s true plans and for whom Lin Kuei truly worked for. For Shao Kahn, and just did additional work for the sorcerer? Or Lin Kuei worked always for Quan Chi, except undercover, while pretending to be loyal to the emperor? Regledless for answer, Grandmaster & Lin Kuei allied themselves with invaders and supported Outworld’s effort in enslaving / destroying Earth.

But Cyber Lin Kuei part in aiding Earthrealm’s enemies end there.

During Netherrealm War, Sektor was most likely the Grandmaster of Lin Kuei. Despite his lack of love for (inferior) organic beings, Sektor did not allied himself with Quan Chi, nor supported his effort to free Shinnok and/or destroy Earthrealm. And the fallen god for sure would bring destruction to human race, while cyborgs - the soulless machines - were more or less safe against dark magic. We may only wonder how much Sektor knew for sure that and how much suspected or assumed by analyzing the Lin Kuei current situation & the course of events happening on Earth.

From Johnny & Sonya’s Netherrealm War glimpses we know there was no cyber Lin Kuei in the service of Quan Chi. Even Cyber Sub-Zero was turned back into human form. Sektor did not help Quan Chi & Shinnok, what was confirmed in MKX, when Kuai Liang showed Hanzo small part of Sektor’s cyberperserved memory:

QUAN CHI: The Lin Kuei need to abide their agreements, Sektor. The Grandmaster gave Shinnok his word. SEKTOR: Shinnok's currency is lies. As is yours. QUAN CHI: Payment is due. I exterminated the Shirai-Ryu as promised. SEKTOR: Hanzo Hasashi lives. He's your spectre, Scorpion. QUAN CHI: I created Scorpion from Hasashi's soul AFTER he died. We observed the agreement. SEKTOR: The letter, not the spirit. You are owed nothing.

So much things going on, so let's break it into pieces:

Quan Chi made a deal with Grandmaster (Sektor’s father). In Mythologies, Bi-Han didn’t know the whole deal - only the price Quan Chi paid for his (Lin Kuei) service. The question is, did Grandmaster know what Quan Chi’s true motive was? Did he know about Shinnok and his desire to destroy Earthrealm? And if yes, did Cyber Initiative was a plan not only to perfect warriors but also to preserve Lin Kuei when Shinnok get free and destroy human race? I don’t have idea what was going on Grandmaster’s mind, nor how he was tempted or intimidated to serve Quan Chi. Did he really believe that Shinnok & Quan Chi soon are gonna take over the world and wouldn’t care for machines and/or spare Lin Kuei?

Sektor believed in Grandmaster’s Cyber Initiative project yet his willingness to continue father’s rule ends there. He did not renew the alliance Lin Kuei with Shinnok nor abide by their original agreements. More, the Cyborg outright called the fallen god and Netherrealm sorcerer a liars. And here I finally come to what I intended to talk: the relationship of Bi-Han and Sektor.

Grandmaster didn’t have a reason to call Shinnok & Quan Chi the liars. Shirai Ryu was destroyed, as promised. Assuming Sektor took over Lin Kuei somehow between Outworld Invasion and Netherrealm War, the man himself didn’t live long enough to see what happened to Earthrealm after Shinnok was freed or how Lin Kuei were treated by fallen god. And if Grandmaster really made a deal with Quan Chi & Shinnok, there is nothing to accused them of lack of credibility.... beside Bi-Han’s death.

Except the more I’m thinking about the whole story - from Mythologies to MKX - the more details indicate that despite Bi-Han’s death (Quan Chi’s breach of contract) Grandmaster / Lin Kuei actually still took care of the employer's interests.

Some time ago, I talked about Bi-Han’s death and who gained the most on that. Quan Chi is the winner, of course, since he get a new, dangerous servant in the form of Noob Saibot AND personal revenge against a man that spoiled previous attempt to free Shinnok. Grandmaster lost a powerful warrior (tool) but at the same time, one uncontrollable factor that could pose danger for Cyber Initiative was removed. We don’t have idea how MK9!Bi-Han felt about being changed into cyborg but looking at various sources, elder Sub-Zero overall has never been presented as someone relying on technology. Between the three warriors sent to MK Tournament, he was the one who relied on his skills and ice powers alone (sharp spikes on the forearms are the only additional tools to his visible gear) while Cyrax used some low technology (bombs, energy nest) while Sektor utilized advanced technology (flamethrower). In Mythologies, Bi-Han’s idea of climbing on an extremely dangerous rock wall was, well... just climb without any protection, while in one of old comics, Kuai Liang actually described Bi-Han as “stubborn in many ways, refused to utilize modern technology on his missions”. And even though elder Sub-Zero was among Lin Kuei’s finest, due to such behaviour he was fast becoming obsolete.

For me details points out more in direction that Bi-Han was not supporter of Cyber Initiative project. He was too traditional, and for people like that being change into machine may seems as insult rather than progress (Noob Saibot vs Cyber Sub-Zero may not be the most convincing example, but there is possibility Bi-Han accused Kuai Liang for not being good enough to wear Sub-Zero’s name because in his (now twisted) mind, machine didn’t deserve such title. While he, with still organic body AND without human emotions, was the perfected version of his old self). It can’t be said for sure, of course, and frankly (alive) Bi-Han never had a chance to express his opinion on the matter. Cyrax mentioned some “debate” between Lin Kuei warriors about Cyber Initiative project and how openly he spoke against it. But if that happened before Tournament, Bi-Han most likely was on mission for Map of Elements and/or Shinnok’s amulet.

But if he truly was so attached to tradition (like Cyrax), Sub-Zero posed a danger for Grandmaster’s plan. One Kuai Liang destroyed old/cyber Lin Kuei in the span of few years to (maybe) a decade. What kind of destruction would happen if both ice brothers decided to revolve against Grandmaster’s plan before first cybernization happened? What kind of position Bi-Han had, as the most cunning and one of best Lin Kuei warriors in the clan? Would other join him, if he said fuck that stupidy, it’s against Lin Kuei tradition? Kuai Liang, Smoke and Cyrax were against that too. On five “introduced” in MK9 Lin Kuei, only Sektor was die hard fan of C.I. project, three were more or less vocal against and even (rude and asocial) Bi-Han doesn’t seem like someone who would voluntarily give away the soul, especially not after trip to Netherrealm and Raiden’s warning.

And here comes problem number two: if Grandmaster and Quan Chi truly had agreement and all the time worked closely behind everyone’s back, Bi-Han already once effectively stopped Quan Chi’s plan to free Shinnok (for a year or so, but still). Raiden could thunders with anger how much he wanted, but he couldn’t sent Bi-Han to Netherrealm against his will. Bi-Han agreed to unfuck the whole mess because no one else could do it, and the whole situation put his clan (Kuai Liang) in danger too.

If Grandmaster knew the truth behind Shinnok’s amulet, and still agreed to sent his best warrior after it, Bi-Han’s action violated deal with Quan Chi. Not only that, elder Sub-Zero acted on his own, temporarily allying himself with Thunder God that usually was hostile to Lin Kuei clan. Bi-Han might forget to mention his trip to Netherrealm, but if Grandmaster worked for Quan Chi, there is no way the sorcerer would not complain how Sub-Zero just went straight to hell full of demons, kill who knows how many of them, stole the amulet and came back to Earthrealm without much problem. That alone should rise awarness how dangerous Bi-Han was and how unexpected he may be.

Of course, why then Grandmaster didn’t punish elder Sub-Zero after his return to Lin Kuei Temple? And here comes the dehumanization of Lin Kuei. Bi-Han still was a good tool. Shang Tsung wanted to hire Sub-Zero, so what was the point of killing him then, if there was still a way to use him? Especially since:

Quan Chi was manipulating events behing Shao Kahn’s back and he wanted Outworld to win Tournament and/or invade Earthrealm. Thus Lin Kuei presence in Tournament was a nice addition to his (back up) plan.

Shang Tsung in Mythologies get interested in Sub-Zero because Bi-Han’s “recent exploits have caught the eye” of the sorcerer. Quan Chi and Shang Tsung have never been friends, but they trade informations (and favors) between each other, as long as that benefit them in any way. Either, Shang Tsung kept eye on Quan Chi’s activity (after giving him needed info of Temple of Elements) or Quan Chi did tell him about Sub-Zero, as a way to encourage Shang Tsung to hire the Lin Kuei warrior. Both ways, Grandmaster was for sure properly paid for Sub-Zero’s service.

If Grandmaster really plotted how to get rid of Bi-Han, Tournament gave him the opportunity and good payment from Shang Tsung at the same time. Really great deal.

Either Quan Chi manipulated Shang Tsung into hiring Sub-Zero, or was informed about it before Tournament. Regledless of how that played out, Quan Chi brought with himself Scorpion, resurrected wraith interested only in Bi-Han’s death. Keep that in mind, I will expand this detail soon.

For tournament were sent three warriors, including Sektor, Gradmaster’s son and die hard loyal subordinate, while Cyrax and Bi-Han already showed bigger or lesser signs of insubordination (stopping Quan Chi’s plan, talking publicly against C.I. project). The only Sektor’s fight on screen during that time was teamwork against Scorpion (a fight that in-universe doesn’t make much sense, unless Shang Tsung tried to eliminate Scorpion before he had a chance to kill Sub-Zero) and one confrontation with Cyrax. There is a chance Sektor was actually there more to keep eye on two suspected of treason warriors to report to Grandmaster about their progress (behaviour). I personally don’t think Sektor was granted any special treatment due to his biological ties to Grandmaster, but if he truly was destinated to be heir of Lin Kuei, sending him to Mortal Kombat Tournament as one of kombatants sounds as dangerous thing to do. Because well, he could be killed in fight and thus all the years of grooming future leader (especially when Sektor already is adult person in his prime while Grandmaster is getting older & weaker(?) with each passing year) would be in vain.

So, in general, Sektor (pro-cyber project) and Bi-Han (stubborn traditionalist) may not be the closest people at that moment. Especially if Bi-Han was aware that something is going on and he is more likely doomed person. What may be one of factors why he agreed to fight for Earthrealm in the first place. If Grandmaster worked for Quan Chi, Bi-Han was standing on thin ice since he returned from Netherrealm.

If my assumption about Bi-Han’s change of side in favor of Raiden is true, Sektor’s lack of reaction may be explained in various ways, including these two options:

Sektor has access to top secret informations and /or is told by Grandmaster to ignore Bi-Han’s betrayal, because this course of the situation has been taken into account and appropriate measures have been made (Quan Chi’s Scorpion) or

he didn’t have any more idea than Cyrax what is going on and, due to Bi-Han’s explanation, he came to conclusion that Quan Chi’s treacherous nature and Scorpion were treat to Lin Kuei that needed to be taken care of, regardless of current mission.

I’m keeping mentioning Scorpion, so it’s time to talk how Grandmaster (the leader of Lin Kuei) protected Quan Chi’s interest throught the course of MK9 and what kind of role played resurrected Hanzo Hasashi in regard to Bi-Han and Sektor.

Please, keep in mind, all my rambling is based on the assumption that Grandmaster made a deal with Quan Chi - a deal the leader of Lin Kuei was faithful to from (pre)Mythologies to end of his life.

Like it was already said, Scorpion’s solely reason to take part in Tournament was a chance to fight (and kill) Sub-Zero, who was supposed to be responsible for extinction of Shirai Ryu AND death of Hanzo’s wife and child. This is something that bugged me for a long time.

When Quan Chi intervened in the fight between Scorpion and Sub-Zero, he said "Have you forgotten?" before showing false vision of Shirai Ryu destruction. That suggest, this wasn’t the first time when Hanzo was told or more likely forced to watch his family and comrades being mercilessly killed by Lin Kuei warriors lead by Sub-Zero. Yet Scorpion desired only Bi-Han’s death?

In old comics Mortal Kombat: Blood & Thunder the iconic feud between Scorpion and elder Sub-Zero was about fight one on one, when two warriors from rival clans were set against each other to test who was better. Sub-Zero killed his opponent in fair combat. Frankly, Scorpion's revenge is less about being killed per se and more about proving himself to his ancestry he is worth to join them in afterlife (because for some reason they decided that Hanzo’s death was unbefitting for one of Shirai Ryu). Comics!Scorpion is so fixated on his task, the undead wraith actually promised to kill ALL of Sub-Zero's FRIENDS and FAMILY before he would kill Sub-Zero himself. And he did kill Hydro, the comics!Lin Kuei warrior that seemed to be really close with elder Sub-Zero.

Let’s be real here, Scorpion was always bent on revenge, one way or another. And I’m supposed to believe that after seeing massacre of his whole clan and family, he is interested only in Bi-Han’s death while totally ignoring Sektor and Cyrax? The two other Lin Kuei who - at least in Cyrax’s case - doesn’t even bother to hide their hostility for Hanzo and disrespect for Shirai Ryu. Like, really?

SCORPION: Where is the Lin Kuei Sub-Zero? He killed my family and clan. I will have his head!

No sharp taunts at Cyrax and Sektor standing within his eyes? No threats how they will pay for Lin Kuei’s crimes? Nothing, really? Just Bi-Han? One of many warriors who slaughtered Shirai Ryu clan?

That is why Scorpion seems like a good tool for both Quan Chi and Grandmaster. If Bi-Han didn’t switch side, Lin Kuei were gonna help eliminate potential obstacle before Outworld Invasion. If Sub-Zero once again would try harm the “employer”'s plans, there is resurrected Scorpion to remove problematic person for good, while at the same time Hanzo Hasashi was not a threat to Lin Kuei as a whole. What may explain, why Grandmaster wasn’t so bothered by fact Quan Chi did not stick to the deal to the last letter.

Later, when Kuai Liang actually beat Scorpion and was going to finish him, Cyber Lin Kuei ambushed him. If Hanzo’s resurrected soul was so big problem (argument) for Cyber Sektor, why he didn’t wait few second more that day? Kuai Liang could kill Scorpion and then get ambushed, yet Cyber Lin Kuei’s action spared Quan Chi’s wraith.

So far seems like Grandmaster (who must be aware of Bi-Han’s fate during Tournament thanks to Sektor’s report) wasn’t concerned by Scorpion by any means - yet Cyber Sektor used it as a way to break the contract with Netherrealm rulers. Why there is so different approach, since Sektor:

until now blindly fulfilled the will of Grandmaster (MKX: After you and I were freed from Quan Chi's control, I sought out my clan. I had hoped rebellion from within would have quashed the Grandmaster's plans. But Sektor had realised his father's vision).

had a chance to finish Hanzo (or at least to send back him to hell for some time) during Outworld Tournament.

Why human AND cyber version of Sektor wasn’t that much concerned about Scorpion in the service of Quan Chi UNTIL he took over Lin Kuei. Why so suddenly working for Quan Chi and Shinnok (two powerful beings very close to enslaving / destroying Earthrealm) was not an attractive arrangement anymore?

Scorpion after all killed only Bi-Han - a man that most probably posed some danger to Cyber Initiative; a project supported by Grandmaster and Sektor alike. So, in a sense, Sektor may as well benefit from Quan Chi’s doing. Of course, maybe it’s cold pragmatism of machine mind - the sorcerer lied and Bi-Han’s case proved how treacherous the man can be... but frankly, it didn’t stop previous Grandmaster before, nor troubled (visibly) Cyber Sektor during Outworld Invasion to work with Netherrealm.

And here comes one more suspicious thing:

Cyber Sektor’s reasoning would have been much more down-to-earth IF Scorpion at least played bigger role during Outworld Invasion.

Because the moment Quan Chi get Bi-Han’s soul and resurrected him as Noob Saibot, Scorpion was immediately ousted and forgotten. It’s Noob that accompanied the sorcerer in the quest to resurrect Sindel. It’s Noob who was seen joining the Emperor’s War Council (and barred Kabal’s way) after body of Montaro was brought. It was Noob who was shown along Cyrax and Sektor talking about progress of Outworld Invasion. It was Noob who was helping Quan Chi to cast the spell for Soulnado.

Scorpion didn’t matter anymore. Nor then, nor during Netherrealm War.

In Original Timeline / comics, Scorpion was presented quite often as a leader of (undead) army. In MKX’s war flashback though, there is little of Hanzo, the proud Shirai Ryu ninja. He doesn’t lead an army, doesn’t have any power over other Revenants, doesn’t have any special position between them (as the first, the longest serving Quan Chi wraith, for example). In MK9, Hanzo was unbalanced by anger and grief, the whole time manipulated and emotionally abused by Netherrealm sorcerer, but he has some agency. Misguided one, but still agency. He could talk and interact with other characters, showed emotions and pride/love for Shirai Ryu. But during Netherrealm War? Hanzo Hasashi was broken man, a shell of former self. He may once belong to Shirai Ryu, but he did not represent the clan anymore. His existence was more crude joke now than anything to worry about, especially in Sektor’s case. Scorpion did not seek anymore personal revenge, did not show any intention of hunting down every last Lin Kuei, didn’t have any agency, really. He was just Quan Chi’s attack dog who returned to the master's favor most likely because Noob Saibot either was lost (inaccessible) since Soulnado happened or he outright betrayed Netherrealm.

So why Cyber Sektor decided to screw up Quan Chi and Shinnok over Scorpion’s existence, really? Especially if he took over Lin Kuei soon after Outworld Invasion (or during its last stage?) when there was still much to do and the deal with Quan Chi & Shinnok - who had serious chance to conquer Earthrealm in the nearest future - could somehow benefit Lin Kuei. Cyber Sektor does not care for organic beings nor for Earth, so for sure he didn’t do that for altruistic motives, loyalty to humanity or because of remorse.

The only bad thing that happened to Lin Kuei due to Scorpion was... Bi-Han’s (unfair) death.

And I can’t stop to think how ironic is the whole situation.

Both Grandmaster and Quan Chi used elder Sub-Zero as a tool for their own plans and then killed (as it seems) without remorse when he posed a danger to them. Sektor, even as organic being, had very dehumanized view of world. The dehumanization though did not limited only to people targeted to kill or his own comrades (whose life, dreams, ambitions, fears mattered nothing compared to Grandmaster’s wishes and/or needs of Lin Kuei clan). Sektor saw himself in such inhuman way. MK9 didn’t show much of his own personal fears or opinions. He was pretty much withdrawn during MK Tournament, all Cyrax’s arguments were cut down to “We are Lin Kuei [...] We will obey the Grand Master's commands.” There is little room for debate, for individual wishes, for improvisation. On the surface, Sektor and elder Sub-Zero seems to be drastically different people. But that may be a false impression.

Despite how little we know about Sektor and Bi-Han, most likely Sub-Zero didn’t share his love for technology / C.I. project. The absolute loyalty to Grandmaster is also one of the thing that separate them from each other. There wasn’t much interaction between those two characters, beside the little bit of them (after change) working together for Shao Kahn. Yet I think they had much more things in common than Sektor had with the rest of presented Lin Kuei warriors. Most likely, the strive for perfection. Even if their idea of perfection actually is diverging, Sektor and Bi-Han are the (most likely) only two presented on screen Lin Kuei who dedicated their lives to self-improvement above morality and interpersonal relationships, and because of that adjusted quickly to their new bodies and minds, changed via magic or technology. Who not only accepted the new form, but also see it as progress rather regress (Smoke called Cyber Sub-Zero’s new form hideous, Cyrax was determinated to keep his humanity (soul) and pretty depressed without it in both timelines, Kuai Liang saw himself and Noob Saibot as shell of their former self) while Bi-Han/Noob & Sektor embraced the change. When their emotions (humanity) was finally cut down, in a way they became embody of Lin Kuei’s sense of perfection.

Their respective changes, from Bi-Han and Sektor’s point of view, perfected them... but that means both men had before “human” flaws that were needed to be eliminated. Sektor claimed that The Cyber Initiative will eliminate insubordination. Something that both Bi-Han and Cyrax showed at some point... even if both men saw their “bad” actions as using judgment. Yet Sektor, despite his dehumanized point of view, had faith in his comrade(s) even when they get emotional and/ or were accused of betrayal. Like in Cyrax’s case.

Cyrax was protective of Sub-Zero (who most likely “betrayed” their client, Shang Tsung by siding with Raiden / Earthrealm), get into fight with supposed ally fighting for said sorcerer & Outworld (who also was servant of Lin Kuei’s important customer, Quan Chi) and after Bi-Han’s death even went to look at the remains of the deceased, the same as Raiden did. From their dialogue, it’s easy to tell that Cyrax wanted revenge against Quan Chi’s wraith (”Scorpion will pay for this!“) and Sektor, as a fellow clan member, is most likely aware of Cyrax’s bubbling emotions. Cyrax doesn’t have a good track record there, and let’s not forget he publicly spoke against Grandmaster’s C.I. project before too. Sektor may be as well sent to Tournament not only to kill Earthrealm Champions, but to keep eye on suspected of treason Lin Kuei. Yet when Shang Tsung didn’t deny attempted murder (something that Sektor did not comment or get angry about) and accused Cyrax of betrayal, Sektor still believe in his comrade's loyalty:

CYRAX: Sektor, we need to talk. Our host tried to have me killed. SHANG TSUNG: You were speaking with the Thunder God. Your indescretion has jepordised my plan. SEKTOR: Cyrax is Lin Kuei. He will complete his task.

Of course, Cyrax did not kill Johnny Cage and soon was confronted by angry Grandmaster’s son - it was actually the first time(?) Sektor’s human emotions were so visible:

SEKTOR: You were commanded to kill Johnny Cage. You disobeyed. CYRAX: I eliminated him from the tournament. He didn't need to die. SEKTOR: You have broken your oath. CYRAX: I used my judgment! SEKTOR: The Cyber Initiative will eliminate insubordination. CYRAX: We're not machines, Sektor. I chose to serve the Lin Kuei. But I will not surrender my free will!

Despite the anger, Sektor’s words may be seen as another (clumsy) attempt to talk Cyrax into following Cyber Initiative and/or proving why Grandmaster’s vision is so necessery, if even the finest warriors (Cyrax, Bi-Han) are hindered by emotions and conflicted thoughts. Cyrax disobeyed, broke oath. It’s bad, but C.I. project is gonna remove the flaw, it’s gonna “fix” Cyrax and allow him to be the perfect Lin Kuei, like he should be in the first place. Like all of them should be.

Sektor, as Grandmaster’s son, never had a chance to make real decision about his own life since “it was never in question that Sektor would join the Lin Kuei.“ It was excepted of him to be assassin, and one of the best at that. He wasn’t taught or allowed to question his father’s decision, blindly loyalty and obiedence is more likely forced on him from the day he was born. What probably means, he never had a real understanding of Cyrax’s arguments, who had some autonomy to make decisions (like joining & serving Lin Kuei) or why free will (humanity) mattered to him, since it wasn’t anything of value to Lin Kuei clan. Smoke, Cyrax and Kuai Liang were connected to people (family) & humanity more than to cold perfection and were ready to walk off from clan the moment it either betrayed them or its own traditions. Something that Sektor probably never coud do, never thought about.

Backing to main topic, did Cyber Sektor care for Bi-Han’s death that much to break deal with Quan Chi & Shinnok?

On the surface, seems like Sektor did not care - and who knows, maybe even knew about Sub-Zero’s hard situation and that he was destinated to die by Scorpion’s hand. On the other hand... Sektor is specific character. Despite his emotional detachment, he had done stuff that frankly doesn’t sound as pragmatic things at all; his stubbornly way to keep Cyber Cyrax close around himself is example of such clinging to some people... or at least to the delusional idea of how things should be between them.

Could be there something more to Sektor and Bi-Han’s relationship, then?

Out of all Lin Kuei warriors, Bi-Han was the only one “brother” that Sektor did not have to fight (and lose to) and despite their personality difference and changes (death & resurrection, cybernization) they worked well together. They adapted to the changes, adjusted to things that others found either hideous or cruel and simple moved on from that like it was nothing. And once freed from humanity (not complete, though), both had ambitious plans. Sektor came to conclusion that Grandmaster (his own father) was not fit to rule Lin Kuei anymore, while Noob was serving Outworld & Netherrealm not for blindly obiedence or lack of free will, but because it suited his (unknown) purpose.

Up until Sektor decided to murder his father, he loyalty served the Grandmaster. He fulfilled his vision to turn all Lin Kuei warrior into cyborgs (and killed those who would not be converted), to perfect them all, including himself. Yet when Sektor took control over clan, he broke the deal over small (not really important) detail without any attempt at bargaining. He called Quan Chi & Shinnok liars, even if previous leader of Lin Kuei did not care or do anything about the fraud. That of course does not have to mean, he cared for Bi-Han as a person or saw him as close brother (although I suspect even for Sektor, Lin Kuei was a sort of brotherhood, and in spite of his repressed feelings, he felt bonded with at least some people and who knows, maybe he did not like how Bi-Han, one of finest Lin Kuei, was “stolen” from the clan by Quan Chi). Maybe during Outworld Invasion Noob actually talked Cyber Sektor into siding with him for the unknown purpose, he mentioned to Kuai Liang? Or maybe Sektor, once freed from human attachment & instilled obedience, trusted more Bi-Han (Noob)’s recognition of the situation (deal) with Quan Chi & Shinnok than Grandmaster’s delusional(?) one? After all, it was Bi-Han who visited Netherrealm before Tournament and had acces to it and was more privy to Quan Chi’s plans, as the new favorite wraith. Maybe both simply came to conclusion, that Quan Chi and Grandmaster actually are threats to their new ambitions?

In all fairness, there is not a clear answer so far what Sektor and Bi-Han’s relationship - as humans or cyborg and wraith - really is. The deal between Grandmaster and Quan Chi / Shinnok brought a lot misery to Lin Kuei. The brothers were either separated by death (Bi-Han & Kuai Liang (+Smoke?)) or divided about what really means to be Lin Kuei (Sektor & Cyrax) and for what clan should stand (Cyber Sektor & resurrected Kuai Liang). All of five presented assassins lost something personal through the course of story. In spite of that, Bi-Han/Noob and Sektor are the only one who may be called content with their personal changes... at least on first look.

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so um, yeah from top to bottom, along with role and some infos, not full bios tho, but even if its a hell load, its not enough. ITS NEVAR ENUF

1. Faren Hyte - name derived from a temperature for no reason and is my main, SS, DPS, Aurin, Exiles, Real name: Kuro Firesoul :

Daughter to 2 of the matria’s escorts, in a village well-known for assassinations of evil-minded Aurin, their very purpose was to protect Arboria’s Queen at all costs. She was born with a strong affinity to fire, and with fire elemental trapped within her via tattoo seal, making her feared of by many since birth, but had a rather decent life on Arboria pre-Ravaging nonetheless. Her mother died when she was born, so she only had her father and 4 brothers to grow up with, explaining her mostly tomboyish personality.

Constant self harm, added with the risk of releasing the fire elemental sealed within, resulted in her not being able to carry out or partake in any assassination missions her village had. She is the only survivor of her village community after the events of the Ravaging, despite the fact that they evacuated after initial bombings in their area, and taking shelter in an already destroyed village, they still got fire-bombed overnight, and her immunity to severe fire damage made it so that she was the only one left.

more random info: For anyone who has already seen some Faren art, u may have noticed her chest scar on occasion. She got that during a dominion patrol encounter in her area after the fire-bombing incident. Yeah, she got into a fight and let the fire elemental possess her temporarily despite how much she loathed at the idea, blah blah blah, and her mostly coming out of the fight unscathed. But at the last part of the fight one of them dommies picked up and used a power rifle at Faren at point blank range, blowing her chest cavity open. It leaked lava and blood, but it didn't kill her bcuz she was still possessed. After she wiped the whole patrol, she regained control of herself but fell unconscious in the process as she bled out. At that point she would’ve died, but luckily for her, an Exile patrol hovered by and rescued her, providing medical care immediately. also her blood composition confuses doctors bcuz it wasn't exactly like aurin blood, mostly because it was very hot to the touch. Its literally lava-hot if Faren’s angry af so its like a last resort defence mechanism? ;O

2. Reyga Dragonclaw - name derived from my most common username (which is RegalClaw), Stalker, DPS mostly (has never tanked with her), Draken, Dominion (?):

Daughter of a clanlord, she was one of the most skilled warriors of her generation, but sadly for her kind, she is with a flaw; she refuses to kill her duel opponents. It was something her father couldn't tolerate, and after pitting Reyga in a duel to the death with her best friend (both of them being the most skilled amongst their ranks) and despite her winning the fight, she refused to kill him, because aside from being best friends since birth, she couldn’t bring herself to kill her battle comrade. Her father thinks of Reyga as a disgrace to their name, and despite her overwhelming combat abilities, refuses to have her as the next ruler of their clan. And so he sent her away with the other Dominion forces to Nexus, because 1) he couldn't stand such “tainted” behavior, and 2) her style would prove useful for the ICI, despite her protests against it. Her rebellious personality was stemmed from this relationship with her father.

other info: Reyga is responsible for the huge scar across Faren’s shoulder. And as you’d expect, they picked a fight with each other. Reyga couldn’t bring herself to kill Faren, but she didnt want to turn her in to the ICI bcuz she felt that Faren was “a truly worthy opponent” and that there was no point in interrogating her anyway, so she spared her. That didn't help the fact that Faren nearly bleed to death due to the extent of the injury (it wasn't a crippling injury, but it did cut an artery or two, so yeah, lots of bleeding).

3. Luna Tikkels - name derived from the words lunatic and tickles, Esper, DPS mostly but is a capable healer, Chua, Dominion:

Born to a Chua family living in whats left of the rural areas of Bezgelor. Unlike other Chua, Luna Tikkels, like his family members, has this weird sense of value for life, and claims that new knowledge can only be learned whilst alive, and that dying for science is but a big joke, because you yourself cannot improve your own theories and inventions if you die because of it. His family motto is “Learn to Live, and Live to Learn”. Was sent to Nexus along with other Chua, as a group of skilled healers designated to a warzone and whose roles were to provide medical assistance to the troops there. Is friendly with people, and strangely enough, with Exiles as well, making him seem as a traitor in the eyes of the Dominion. He is also quite artistic for a Chua.

Mini lore (?): During his first few days on Nexus, Luna was sent on a solo patrol on Ellevar and was to provide his medical services to anyone in need that he comes across, and to report of any suspicious activity. And during said patrol, he encountered a badly injured aurin, and despite how much this Aurin hated Luna and his kind, Luna treated his wounds, watched over him as he rested, and provided him a simple meal of campfire-cooked gribbon meat. Apparently this act of compassion confused the aurin, in which Luna was able to clarify that his purpose was not because he was a healer, but because living was the only way to learn from your mistakes, and told the aurin that his mistake was going to Ellevar and nearly dying for it, so he made him live so that he won’tend up there again like how he was first found. When the aurin questioned as to why not kill him instead, Luna replied that killing wasn’t his way of learning things, and that he was “just following the EXACT orders Luna was told”.

regarding the one drawing of Luna, u may ask “why the psycho face?” Well, he is a chua after all, and despite his way of livin’, his inner self just demands extreme violence, if not science, when in combat. its natural for him ;O

4. ARP Kongou - name derived from, what is literally, ARP Kongou (in other words, Arpeggio Kongou, from a boats anime), Warrior, DPS/Tank (was the first one who i felt that tanking was ez af), Mechari, Dominion:

A Millenial Mechari. Not much is known about her, even by her superiors, fellow soldiers, and to a certain extent, other Millenials. Long ago, after the Cassian Civil War, Kongou and her fleet attempted to make a peace treaty with the Exiles before things got worse between them and the Dominion, but as they were about to do so, massive amounts of reinforcements arrived on the scene, resulting in an unprovoked battle that devastated a majority of Kongou’s fleet and some of the Exiles’. When her whereabouts couldn't be found, the Dominion forces left that area in space, but little did they know that she survived.

For centuries, Kongou’s broken body was floating adrift the cold, dark emptiness, detecting no other life for years, and was all alone with only the stars to keep her company. She’d just fall into a deep sleep, as she tried her best to reserve whatever energy she had left. But as she slept, she’d have these dreams. Dreams that told her of what the Dominion were doing, of the pasts of people who weren’t even born yet, of history that has yet to come to pass. And after many long years of sleep, she was finally found by a cargo vessel, apparently lead by an ekose and his crew. They weren’t sure if she was technically “alive” at that point, but they believe if anything, the Dominion may want her back. Upon their landing to Cassus, the daring ekose captain personally informed Axis Pheydra of what they found, believing that Kongou must be of great value of the Dominion, and that her overall appearance, despite being worn out dents and the space weathering of her body, apparently shows that she is a Millenial. The ICI took her in immediately and gave the crew their pay (no one died, don’t worry). And as much as the ICI needed information, they also need her services, for she was a very reliable fighter and was a great leader. So they took her to the Foundry and created a new body for her. And then... (lots of bio later)... Nexus.

infos: She is apparently named after a character in some anime boats, the Arpeggio of Blue Steel one ;O Despite her nature as a mechari, she has learned a lot from her dreams, so she’s quite sociable, and with a wide range of emotion to boot. but also as a mechari, she’s strong, intelligent af and shows great leadership skills. And like how she tried before, she still strives for peace between the 2 factions, but now she does it alone and in her own way. Don’t ask how, but she IS workin’ on it ;O

5. Sel Siyus - Esper, DPS atm but is meant to be a dedicated Healer, Aurin, Exiles, Real Name: Kori Aquasoul :

Daughter to 2 messengers of a distant tribe, Sel grew up in a small community located by a mountainside lake. When the messengers decided to settle down in that village, they were welcomed with open arms, and with hospitality... but little did they know of the reasons behind it.

As it turns out, the villagers worshiped the elements of water. Long ago, there was a great drought and many died of thirst. But one day a newborn child amongst them was “blessed” with water affinity and had a water elemental within them, and when it was able to be tamed, they used it for the land and the drought was no more. Because of this, they believe it is the reason why they’re still alive to that day. Over the years, her parents grew suspicious of the locals, especially their dedicated group of worshipers and its leader, and the village matria (her appearance is scarred and somewhat crippled), but they didn't question them for they feared of what may happen to their daughter if they asked.

Sel’s early years were like any other aurins’. Except she’d recieve lots of praise. And as Sel was about to become 13 years old, the aurin locals sent gifts and praises to her like no other, to the point that it ended up like worship. They told Sel that the entire village, lead by the worshipers’ leader, will throw out a special birthday “ceremony” for her. This greatly confused Sel, and soon enough, her parents finally figured out why their suspicions where right.

On the night before the ceremony, the matria was able to sneak into Sel’s house. When her parents found out, they were about to attack the matria, but she was able to persuade them not to do so, and that she was only there to help. And then they learned from her about why the villagers were doing this; they believe that Sel is the next vessel for the water elemental, which is sealed within the matria, and that the “ceremony” turns out to be a ritual in which they will transfer the elemental from the matria to Sel, ultimately killing the the previous vessel and making Sel the next one in the process. She also told the family that this tradition has been going on for so many years to the point the elemental drives its vessels insane over time; the ritual was an unnatural process as it denied the elemental its freedom and its choice as to whether or not it wants to possess another newborn aurin after its host’s death.

The matria also told them that if they wanted a good life for Sel, they should leave now. But it was too late as it didn’t take long before some of the locals found out, and the worshipers had no choice but to enact the ceremony. When her parents tried to deny them of taking Sel, the worshipers killed the two and went on with the ceremony... (INSERT MOAR FKIN LORE HERE IM SO SORRY), Nexus.

infoez: Sel’s lore seems the easiest to explain imo, but also annoyingly long. I have mentioned some of her lore in previous drawing of her’s, so if u want to read sum, go check it out. and yes, those other lore tidbits will SOMEWHAT explain why Sel’s back is striped af with scars and why she has those ruined patches of skin around her neck, arms, wrists, and legs ;O DID I ALSO MENTION THAT HER LORE WAS L O N G

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