#im going to murder whoever came up with this

[spahhzy]

*knock knock*

Weiss opened the door to her home to see her sister standing before her.

Weiss: Hello Winter to what do I owe this pleasant surprise!

Winter walked into the home of her sister feeling a slight chill nip at her skin but didn't pay heed.

Winter: I just came to check in on you... you know with what has all happened...

Weiss: ...have you found out who did it yet?

Winter: No, Weiss, but I can assure you whoever stole their bodies will be handled with the highest accordance of the law.

Weiss gave a sniffle and hugged her sister tightly.

After a much lengthy talk, it was time for Winter to leave.

Winter: Do give a call to me sometime, dear sister, mother and brother ask about you a lot.

Weiss: Tell them not to worry so much, they have a company to run after all, no need to worry about me.

Winter: ...heh, it looks like he rubbed off on you after all.

Weiss: Hmm, I guess so.

Waving goodbye, Winter walked away, and a limousine awaited her, Weiss waved as her sister got into the limousine, closing the door her Winters limo vanished over the horizon.

*slam*

Dead blue eyes stared out the window before the curtains were drawn. Covering the whole room in darkness.

Weiss Schnee Arc breathed to herself as she walked calmly to a door marked 'Cellar' each corner of the door, having bits of frost on them as she opened it and blast of cold hit her face as the sight that greeted her was a staircase and darkness.

Pulling out a small piece of crystallized fire dust, she descended the stairs case.

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'So where should we go for our honeymoon Mrs. Schnee-Arc'

'Jaune... you're going to be a father!'

'IM GOING TO BE a DAD!'

'BRING ME MORE OF THOSE DELICIOUS PANCAKES!

'Right away, sweet heart!'

'ARGHHHH JAUNE SCHNEE ARC IM GOING TO MURDER YOU!

'Look Weiss...look at what you brought forth to world'

'Elsa...our little Elsa...mommy loves you'

'Momma Poppa, look!'

'Very good, sweetie! Weiss look! it's you and me!'

'Such a good artist she is, aren't you, my little Elsa'

'I'm gonna paint mommy a winter wonderland!

'First day of school! Oh, I'm such a proud father!'

'Stop being so dramatic beloved, you must set a good example for our daughter classmates!'

'Momma Poppa, look, I got an A!'

'Momma and Daddy are so proud of you!'

'Hunny, I'm off to pick up little Elsa'

'Be safe! Storm is bad outside! Love you!

'Love you too!'

'The number you have dialed is not available-please leave a message after the beep'

' Ma'am I regret to inform you that due to the low visibility from the weather a pickup, tboned a car...they were pronounced dead at the scene Miss Schnee we need you to identify the bodies'

'Weiss...are you sure you want to transfer over the company to me and your brother?'

'In breaking news story...the deceased bodies of Jaune Schnee Arc and Elsa Schnee Arc were dug up and stolen from their graves...this comes two weeks after a fatal accident killed the father and daughter, the wife and mother refused to comment'

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Feeling the temperature drop rapidly as she descended the stairs, Weiss finally came to a lone door in the darkness. Ice covering the whole door as she reaches out and grabs hold of the handle. The touch stinging a bit from the extreme cold, but it didn't bother her... not much did anymore.

With a slight grunt, she pushed open the door.

Their frozen in two chunks of ice were the dead bodies of her husband and daughter.

Weiss: I'm sorry I kept you two waiting... Winter had stopped by she seemed very well!

Only silence came from the two frozen statues.

Weiss: What about the company? I could care less for the company... when all I care for is right here in this room!

She walked to the two frozen corpses and before embracing them.

Weiss: Soon my dears...very soon we can be together forever.

[lvrsturniolo]

-ghostface!matt hcs-

warnings: stalking, smut if you squint towards the last few, murder, lmk if I forgot any!!

-SFW-

Ghostface!Matt

who… stalks you for months before even speaking to you, he saw you for the first time in class and had to know more about you.

Ghostface!Matt

who… knew you were the smartest in the class, so he played dumb until the teacher asked you to tutor him.

Ghostface!Matt

who… suggested tutoring at your house, so he could scope out the place; find your room, and your bathroom.

Ghostface!Matt

who… unlocked your bedroom window when you went to the bathroom, just incase. he also put a small camera on top of your bookshelf, small enough you’d never see.

Ghostface!Matt

who… watched you for hours. he’d watch you read, watch you sleep, watch you eat, and so much more.

Ghostface!Matt

who… actually became close friends with you. you’d even started to develop a crush on him. his plan was working perfectly.

Ghostface!Matt

who… didn’t ever think it would go so far as to him killing for you, but it seems that he just had. a few days after your newly ex best friend dropped you for no reason, leaving you sad and lonely enough to run to Matt about her, she was found dead; her throat slit and her tongue torn from her mouth. guess her years of horrible words to you, finally caught up to her.

-NSFW-

Ghostface!Matt

who… slipped a pair of panties from your drawer while you were in the bathroom, he just couldn’t help himself.

Ghostface!Matt

who… wraps those panties around his cock at night, watching you touch yourself from the camera in your room, pretending it was him causing you to make those pretty little sounds.

HI GUYSSS!!

let me know if you enjoyed this and I’ll make a part two! I didn’t rly know how to go about the nsfw ones so that’s why there’s only a few!! ANYWAYS GHOSTFACE MATT IS JUST SO 😣😣😣 I couldn’t go any longer w out making one of these cus I’ve wanted to for so long.

Also! Creds to whoever came up with Ghostface!Matt idk who it was but I promise im not trying to steal ur idea!

love you guys!!

[creedslove]

hiii CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE A COCKWARMING HEADCANON WITH DAVE??? OMGGG OR JAVI, well I dont think javi would be patient enough hahah but I really dave and OMG PIKE WOULD LOVE IT😭😭😭😭 I didnt even know I had that kink just for my Pedro boys only ofc🥺 ily your series qnd your personality, im glad I follow you really, te amooo

Dave York x f!reader

A/N: omg bestie I love all the options really, but I had to go with Dave, our murder daddy just hits different, doesn't he? He is the one who needs some special loving, ❤️👁️🫦👁️

• you knew Dave well enough to figure out when a mission had been a success or when it hadn't gone well. Technically, all his missions were a success when he came home alive and you were very much thankful for that, but still, sometimes he found problems in the way, such as collateral damage or if he simply got hurt

• Dave tried his best not to bring work home, he knew it wasn't healthy, he liked his home a lighthearted place, full of love and good feelings and not a dead body count over his shoulders, but still there were days he was darker than usual, silent and keeping so much to himself and that was exactly when you knew you had to act

"hey darling"

• you'd approach him quietly, seeing Dave relaxing in the armchair, suit still on, tie hanging loose over his neck and a few unbuttoned places on his shirt, knowing it would catch his attention immediately: Dave was a traditional man, he liked his woman smelling good for him, wearing cute slutty outfits at home, hair looking good and it wouldn't hurt to have some lipstick occasionally

"hey baby girl, I missed you"

• your tired Dave would purr at the same time he would extend his arm towards you and pull you closer to him, already knowing exactly what he wanted and needed, he loved how damn sexy and beautiful you were for him, he constantly thought of how undeserving he was of you, but screw it: he'd learned to be selfish so he was keeping you all for himself

• as you'd come closer and straddle him, you finally saw the bruise on his face and that made your blood boil under your skin: your Dave was so handsome, how dare whoever the asshole who caused that bruise to do that? It was so unfair, but you calmed down, feeling your man's warmth and breathing underneath you, he was alive, which meant whoever was responsible for bruising him was now not only dead but probably beyond recognition

• it shouldn't bother you, but it didn't, life wasn't fair at all, and if you were blessed enough to have Dave, then it was other people's loss anyway

• you lifted the hem of your dress as you sat on his lap; panties were not needed at that moment, only your intimacy and hunger for each other, so you felt strong, gripping hands around your waist at the same time he pulled you for a kiss, a heated on, and in less than you could think of, you were both already making out as teenagers, undressing, squeezing, kissing, nibbling and touching

• Dave's thick fingers went to your sensitive core, spreading your lips apart gently, digits searching for your sweetness as he made sure you were ready, soon enough, he lifted you up and helped you take him entire inside of you

• and so you stayed there, his cock twitching patiently inside of your warm, slippery cunt, while you rested your foreheads together, exchanging kisses, words, and promises, there was no rush in the world, it was the closest he'd ever been to a human being, and it happened to you, because there was no one he would love more than yourself

• eventually, you two would begin moving again, until you found the bliss in each other's arms and body, Dave loved you more than anything in the world, for the most part of his life, he was seen as a monster, but he was no monster to you

• to you, his baby girl, he was just your Dave, the love of your life and your sweet, sweet hitman 💕

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[retrospacejelly]

A Western Vendetta

Pairing: Ex-outlaw!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: A look into Miguel’s past, and why he was given the title, El ángel vengador.

Warnings: Angst, Guns, Mentions of the devil’s tango, typical cowboy things, language, death/murder, gore, alcohol

BEFORE YOU READ: This chapter is very dark! It is a huge contrast from the last two chapters so please read with caution!

Part: 2 ½ /?

Part: 1, 2, 2 ½ , 3

Not proofread

A/N: I had this idea brewing for a while, and character AI helped push the plot!  (Thank you Monstera for letting me expand on the plot!)

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Red. Red was all he could see.

“Mamá…? Papá…?”

A young Miguel, only eighteen, had just finished work for some extended family in another town. He was delighted to be back home. 

“Mamá, Papá?!”

He runs through the house, stopping suddenly at the sight before him.

In front of his eyes, the bodies of his parents lay lifeless on the parlor floor. The stench of iron flooded his nose, and his stomach churned. He looked around. Except for a tossed chair, nothing seemed to be out of place.

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Miguel stuck the shovel into the cold dirt, makeshift headstones staring back at him. Reciting a quiet prayer, he turns to make his way back into the house. 

He had walked throughout the house, looking for anything of value that might be missing. 

Nothing.

Money that was kept in his father’s nightstand and safe was untouched. His mother’s jewelry was still organized in her cedar jewelry box; an anniversary gift from his father. 

When he opened her jewelry box, he took her beaded rosary and a copper ring. He smiled sadly at the copper ring. Shoving them into his vest pocket along with some money, he made his way to the parlor.

Whoever had done this was going to pay. Whoever had done this would meet the wrath of Miguel O’Hara. 

Miguel snatched his father’s trusty pistol from its spot on the mantlepiece. As he made his way to the front door, he slipped on his cowboy hat and set off for the town. 

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He first made his way to the saloon, its bright and cheery atmosphere a stark contrast from himself. He quietly made his way to the bar, ordering a whiskey. 

He needed to come up with some sort of plan. He couldn’t just go around asking people if they’d seen any suspicious folk. He didn’t even know who he was looking for.

His thoughts were cut short by the sound of loud, boisterous laughter. Moving his head to the side, he noticed two seemingly drunk men four seats down from him. He shook his head, annoyed.

“...Yea, that bitch squealed like a damn pig, I tell ya! Had it comin’ too.”

Miguel’s attention was piqued.

“Don’t ya…don’t ya think killin’ ‘er was a bit much, though, Butch?” his friend asked.

The man named Butch scowled at his friend. “Hell nah! She made a damn fool ‘outta me when she turned me down at the market. I’m fuckin’,” he hiccups, “Fuckin’ Butch Wyatt. And no one makes a fool ‘outta me!”

Butch slams his glass down. “Planned on jus’ killin’ ‘er and leavin’ the body for ‘er husband to see. But that Bottom-Feeder came home early. Had to kill ‘im too.”

His friend tries to calm Butch down, not wanting to cause a bigger scene. But Miguel had heard. Oh, he heard well. He had to set his now empty glass down so as to not shatter it with his hand.

He watched as they made their way out of the saloon, swaying drunkenly out the doors. They wouldn’t make it far. 

After a couple of minutes, he stood from his seat, placing some coins down by his glass. Nobody seemed to notice as he made his exit.

The street was silent save for the drunken laughter of the two men and Miguel’s heavy footfalls following behind them. 

He watches as they turn into an alleyway, and speeds up his pace. His blood starts to pump faster as he closes in on the two. He slips the gun from its holster and calls out to them. 

“Hey, Bastardos.”

They turn around, their eyes slowly trailing up to his own.

“Whatdya jus’ call me…?” Butch blurts out, reaching for his gun. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Senor,” Miguel answers, his dead eyes trained on Butch. Butch’s friend tugs his arm, a look of dread on his face. “C’mon, now Butch, you don’t know who he is?” he asks.

Butch looks over to his friend. “Am I supposed to know who he is, Casey?”. Casey leans in. “That’s Miguel O’Hara, I’ve seen ‘im doin’ work around town…”.

Butch lets out a laugh. “O’Hara?! Yer’ the bitch’s son?! What? Come ‘ere to seek revenge, boy? It’s two against one, ya know.”

Miguel doesn’t respond.

“Yer’ mother was a fuckin’ whore. When I pointed that gun at ‘er, boy was she-”

“Squealin’ like a pig. Yea, I got that.” 

The sound of a gunshot rings throughout the alley, Butch’s body slumping to the ground. And before he knows it, he aims at Casey and shoots.

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The sun had risen just above the hills, and roosters crowed from their perches. 

The Mayor’s wife was taking her usual morning walk with her mutt, Captain, humming happily to herself. She always awoke before the town to get a peaceful walk in.

She sees something hanging from the square’s stone statue (the statue being her husband of course). The sun blinds her vision of the statue as she squints to get a better look.

She walks closer, bringing her hand to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun.

And then.

“AAAAAAAH!”

Her shrill scream alerts the homes nearby. She drops Captain’s leash as she covers her mouth, sobs racking her body.

Joshua, the storekeeper’s son is the first to stand by the wife’s side. When he looks at the statue, he retches. 

As more and more townsfolk gather in the square all hell breaks loose. Shouts of fear and surprise fill the air but are soon quieted down as the Mayor makes his way through the crowd.

Looking up, he gasps, horrified.

There, hanging from the Statue’s arm were the mangled corpses of Butch Wyatt and Casey Brown. 

And as Miguel stands at the top of a hill overlooking the town, mounted on a stolen horse, he can’t help but smirk as one of the residents shouts, “El ángel vengador!”

From that day forward, Miguel O'Hara would venture from town to town seeking retribution on other outlaws. Word spread fast of an Avenging Angel making its way throughout the West.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for the people of Miguel’s hometown to figure out just who this Avenging Angel was. Word of El ángel vengador’s identity spread even faster and soon wanted posters of Miguel O’Hara were posted on every surface throughout every town.

Some argued that  El ángel vengador was helping towns that were being terrorized by outlaws while others argued that vigilantes had no place to go around killing people. 

As the years passed, Miguel made a realization that killing outlaws wouldn’t bring his parents back and would only make the reward for his head higher. 

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As he sat on the small bed in Y/N’s guest room, fiddling with his mother’s rosary, he thought to himself.

It had been a decade since the end of his murders, and five years more since the death of his parents. Even after all these years, he is still considered a wanted man, although the hunt for him has simmered drastically.

He couldn’t help as a tear escaped his eye, bringing the rosary up to his lips. 

Tomorrow would mark the anniversary of his parents' deaths.

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This was a dark segment! A huge contrast from the previous chapter, I know. There might be some confusion, so here’s some clarification on age:

Miguel is around 33 when he meets Y/N. His parents were murdered 15 years ago, but he quit his murders 10 years ago.

Y/N is around 26. Her ex-husband cheated on her when they were both 21. 

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[acupofteaintheafternoon]

hi helloo! can i request miles with a s/o who's his middle school friend but moved away? if you want me to be specific i would just like them to be headcanons! (wether it's when miles was when he was in highschool with his used-to-be-crush-but-now-is-dating or current him when he finally meets again with the reader is fine) plus points if the reader is cheerful with him! thank you so much <3

Miles Edgeworth with a middle school friend!

whoever made this banner i love you

im sorry but idk too much about these kinds of stuff so

You both were the middle school best friends type shit gang

You were uhh, let’s just say, the super cheerful friend that everybody has/had in their life

And Edgeworth? The quiet one which also happened somehow to be your friend and sometimes commenting on your antics

But because of a certain incident, you both had to move away. 

Edgeworth moved away because of his mentor, Manfred von Karma and you? I don’t exactly know why.

You both missed each other but with enough time, the feeling started to disappear slowly 

I think personally, Edgeworth missed you more, he missed your antics, the way you acted towards him and stuff like that.

When you both grew up, you met him again, after a lot of years passed

Now, the way you met him wasn’t simple enough

Basically your friend got accused of murder and when they got the not guilty verdict, you came to congratulate them and stuff like that

When you saw the prosecutor assigned to that case (which was Edgeworth) then you were shocked and happy at the same time

You know that sprite in which Franziska von Karma cries? Yes that was you but add cheerfulness in it

You were happy, very very fucking happy to see him, after a lot of years had passed since you last seen each other. 

I am talking about him going on your way to hug him tight and stuff like that.

He was happy too, happy to see you again, happy to see how you changed, happy to see you in general

Of course, he hugged you back and stood like that a few minutes

Now after everything was set, he invited you to a park date to talk about how much both of your lives changed and how is it going for both of you

Now that you finally met him back, now you both have the chance to hang out more

[tiramissyoucake]

Can't Handle Rejection

Hyoma Chigiri X reader, siren X human AU, all characters are 18+, this story follows the logic of sirens luring in people by singing and then killing them to eat, reader and Chigiri’s families are mentioned but no specifications, 1.6k words

CW: Reader almost drowns, Chigiri doesn't know if he wants to kiss or kill reader <3, little proof reading

Notes: I haven’t written in forever akdkskd I’ve been playing lots of the new Zelda lately- kinda overwhelmed with the freedom the game gives but other than that it’s fun, im not super proud of this but here u go Chigiri content

Chigiri had always been one step ahead of his fellow sirens, whereas they had issues attracting people not knowing their preferences, Chigiri was blessed with feminine features and an athletic masculine upper body to fulfill any fantasy.

Regardless of whoever’s preferences, they would be insane not to accept such a beautiful specimen calling them over, until today when he met you.

Your family thrived on fish selling business, so you were no foreigner to sea legends, your parents had told you stories of creatures that roamed the waters like the vicious Kraken, the murderous leviathan, the most memorable one was a warning tale of sailors mistaking hungry sirens for mischievous mermaids and ultimately they became nothing but siren’s dinner.

Your father had been ill for some time now, so it was up to the rest of the family to pitch in and do his work; today was your turn. You had caught a bountiful amount today thanks to your insistence on sailing further out, yet now as the sun was setting and clouds were greying you figured it was time to go home.

The ride home was painstakingly quiet save for the distant warning rumbles of thunder, you enjoyed the silent comfort the water brought however the stories your family told you lingered in the back of your mind causing you to shake your head and reason with yourself: “they’re just stories from faraway, even if they’re real, they can’t possibly exist here”.

For the majority of your trip, it was ambient sea sounds until you heard a certain sound pierce through the crash of waves and rocking of the boat, a tune, carried by a lovely voice that enchanted your body to stop all operations and look for the source. You noticed a man, roughly your age, flowing hair you’d only assume a mythical creature would have as the color was completely uncommon for humans to have.

He was singing, if you hadn’t known any better you’d say he was serenading you, he laid on one of the rocks near a distinct structure of rocks (your family had simply dubbed this ‘the pile’ as a landmark in case someone lost their way) looking absentmindedly into the distance.

You grew concerned, sure his singing was wonderful but what was he doing out here? No person is supposed to be able to swim this far away from shore. A storm was approaching and he seemed all too relaxed at the situation at hand, you mentally debated if he needed any help to get back to shore yet you were too unsettled by how nonchalant he seemed.

Once he’d noticed you, or at least pretended to, he pulled his sweetest smile briefly stopping his singing, he had to hold back any traces of hunger showing on his face as he noticed you drop the oar. One of his hands came out from under the water and stretched towards you, inviting you to take his hand.

‘Easy pickings’ he thought until he noticed your features slowly contort from wonder to realization, to horror. This alarmed him, did you break out of the trance already? That’s not possible, that’s too quick for a human. He was right as he noticed you fumble to grab your oar and propel the boat away from where he was.

Your family warned you, deep down you knew these stories shouldn’t be taken lightly. You never saw any creatures reminiscent of your parents’ tall tales but every fiber of your being told you to stay away from him, no matter how beautiful he looked, no matter how wonderful his singing.

when you turned back after you’d felt a gaze on you, you found the singing man was gone.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

No human has ever rejected Chigiri’s invitation, every time he would lock onto a target they would soon become nothing but bones, so how were you able to see through him so easily?

He thought nothing of it, if he wasn’t able to lure you then surely the storm approaching would take you by surprise and throw you overboard right into his arms, he followed your boat from under the water.

However seeing you work rapidly against the rising storm both irritated him and intrigued him, you refused to give up against the storm, he would’ve respected that had he not seen so many sailors perish to the might of the sea and the rage of the storms easily.

You moved rapidly between tasks, not taking a moment to even think of your next course of action, as if you were a trained sailor. Chigiri would momentarily poke his head out of the water to watch you before sinking back to continue following you, he noticed you closed in on the shore and a sense of angry defeat filled him; how dare his dinner escape his grasp so easily? You should be flattered that he even spared you a glance.

He couldn’t follow you further, he couldn't risk mankind seeing him, he turned away and sunk below the water, his curiosity had finally been satiated with the boredom of watching you. Yet the moment he was far enough he was surrounded by a burst of water pressure against his back.

Turning, he saw your body struggle through water before seeing your convulsing muscles settle in defeat against the current.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

‘This is insane. This is completely and utterly stupid.’ These thoughts kept echoing in his head as he dragged your body through the water onto the shore, laying you down on the sand as he looked over your features.

No one was crazy enough to leave their houses in this weather so he trusted that no one would see him. Looking at your limp body he settled his hand over your chest trying to feel your heart, moving to press the side of his head onto where it would be to listen closely.

…

Ba bump… ba bump… ba bump…

Relief flooded his chest, he grew confused at the feeling, why did he care about you? You turned away from him, you witnessed a beauty such as him and you turned away, he ought to devour you right now! It was only fair given your species ate from the ocean; so he should be allowed to devour you with no regrets.

Chigiri tried to rationalize; he wanted to stick with his predator instincts but for some reason as he slightly parted his lips and leaned down to your throat, baring his sharp teeth to do what he intended to since the moment he saw you, he couldn’t do it.

No matter how much force he used he couldn’t close his jaw around your throat and sink his teeth into your flesh, he wouldn’t allow himself to. He couldn’t kill you without knowing what caused you to turn away, his pride never felt so damaged. Chigiri couldn’t believe himself, wallowing in self-pity because this ugly human turned away from him!

“… no, you’re not ugly...” he mumbled at his cruel thoughts, you weren’t ugly but you sure did have the audacity to deny him. As he loomed over your unconscious face his hair slid from behind his shoulders draping your face in a makeshift curtain as if hiding his admiration away from prying eyes.

“You’re cute…” He breathed out as he felt the storm’s rain pitter-patter on his exposed back and watched the drops dissipate onto your face and slide down your peaceful features, he wiped away any drops that would cause discomfort if he were to let them run.

“... how dare you turn away from me?” he couldn’t help but ask knowing the only response he would get is your exhausted breathing.

You weren’t dead, thank goodness, he could feel a few harsh breaths escape your lips and fan his face. You were on the verge of death a few minutes ago and yet you looked so serene right now, it made him angry how pretty you looked even after almost drowning.

Chigiri aimed to kill you but ended up saving you, and even now he was only mad for petty reasons. What is this? What is this disgusting feeling? He raised his hand and moved away your hair strands that stuck to your face from the water, how long had he been staring at you like this?

He heard distant yelling over the storm, your family had taken note of your absence, hurriedly backing away into the water as best as he could given he had to hide his lower half, he panicked and looked around rapidly. He didn’t want to leave yet! He didn’t get his damned answers! Mentally cursing at your insistence to stay unconscious he had no choice but to escape quickly.

The storm helped conceal him, he peeked above the water's surface for a moment to see you get carried away by someone as another person looked you over for injuries. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but they seemed both relieved at your survival and shocked by it, as if they thought you were a goner. He assumed they were your family or some close acquaintance, it doesn't matter, he turned away and swam back to his corner of the sea.

Upon return, Chigiri remained quiet at his own family’s greetings of his return, usually, he would boast about his most recent kill and even mock his victims as he usually thought their struggles to escape death were laughable. But today he lost, he had you in the palm of his hand, his teeth centimeters away from puncturing your tissue, yet his ego denied letting you die without an answer and in the end, he failed to even get one.

Chigiri swore he’d return and look for you, he’ll decide what he’ll do with you in the future. For now, Chigiri wasn’t sure if he was glad that he was there to save you or if he was regretful that he didn’t rip you apart when he had the chance.

[bbyvrtx]

HIII OMG GIRLLL I saw your first Robin Arellano post and IM IN LOVE (literally I’m gonna kneel to whoever asked for that 🛐🛐🛐🛐) and of course only if you have time and if you’re comfortable (ilysm have the most gorgeous life ever #slay) if you could do some robin Arellano maybe where he’s a bit (very) evil and like there’s a new transfer student at school😨😨😨 like what would happen to the new kid? What stuff would robin do? Maybe you can add a bit of smut only if you’re comfortable! write it whenever you want k don’t wanna push you at all <3 LOVE U

AHHH. Lovley anon, this ask gave me severe Joe Goldburt from YOU vibes, like- aughhh! Also Thank you for the #slay, cause you too! Be sure ya drink water!

A/N: This HC contains slight smut, but it's Robins thoughts. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ (OF AGE) ALSO DON'T BE QUIET READERS!! I LOVE HEARING YOUR OPINIONS! IDC IF ITS TALKING ME DOWN CAUSE IT'LL ONLY BRNG ME BACK UP TO DO BETTER!

Warnings: Murder, Joe Goldburt Coded Robin, Manipulation, cursing, blood.. nsfw thoughts, Robin is a stalker. (Tell me if I missed any!)

Reader uses Fem pronouns! Requests: Open

He saw you from across the street as he walks with Finney to school when everyone was younger. He walked up to you, getting to know you.

Bro knew from that moment he had to have you. He went out of his way to almost court you to like him.

If someone were to look at you wrong, he'd beat the absolute shite out of them.

Even if you didn't see him, he'd watch you.

One time you spotted him and he just stood there, acting like he was talking to Finney.

Man is absolutely invested.

He knew you before you met him. Like this man knew everything about you before you got to know his name.

"Your name is,___. Right?" He'd approach you during lunch. Knowing what you'll say before you do.

"I'm Robin. Robin Arellano. I hope we can be good, Good friends."

After you get home, some how, some way.. He knows where you live. I mean, of course he does! He's invested to have you as his!

If you have a s/o over, doesn't matter who it is. He'll stand in an alley way beside your house and watch if the window is open.

he'd stand still, despite his hands in his pants watching.

-The second this man has a chance with you, he'd take it. No doubt.

He's shameless with it too. * If he finds out your with someone else, that person comes up missing. He'd kill the person, then help you look for the body.

The first time the two of you were intimate, he'd let you know that he'd never let you go.

Whether that be by killing any person that flirted with you or looked at you wrong. He'd let you know subconsciously.

When a poster came up that they found that person in a low dug grave, he'd kiss away your tears, telling you "Oh, love. I'm here it's okay" While you cry in his neck, little did you know he had a (evil) smirk on his face.

He'd make you believe at was your fault he fell so hard.. was it even love? The way he looked at you sure wasn't. * Pure lust.. that's all he had.

He wanted you, and wouldn't let anyone else have you.

Everything is okay now, lovey.. He's got you now.

[kinardsheart]

OKAY GUYS im trying smth. im going to bed after this but let me know if you’d read something along rhe lines of this.

basically tlou x 911 with main bucktommy

this is the first bit of the fic that ive cooked up unbeta’d. just vote on the poll whether you’d read more

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“Fuck!” The sound of small twigs scattered along the forest ground snapping echoed throughout as Buck hobbled frantically with Maddie practically unconscious, only being held up by his right arm as he dragged them both forward. Her side was sticky with not-quite dry blood, mingling with his own from his external injuries.

Just as they rounded to behind a caravan, familar clicking had him holding his breath for dear life as he slammed his hand over his mouth, crouching over her unconscious body protectively as she leaned limply further into his hold.

To a god he never believed in, he prayed they would make it out. That the clicking coming closer would somehow forget it’s target, run away to murder some other poor bastard. That he’d see Maddie’s smile again.

A tear slipped down his cheek as his free arm tightened around her instinctively, other finding it’s grip around the pocket knife tucked into his waistband as the clicking came to an almost unbearable volume. Maddie stirred underneath him.

Well, someone was listening. That’s all he felt, watching as a bullet whizzed by the side of his head, shooting the clicker straight in the head. Or.. whatever was left of it’s head. Buck had gotten a good shot in earlier, before his gun ran out of ammo. With an agonising screech and a frantic grab at whatever was closest, the clicker fell to the ground infront of him, twitching as the life drained away from it.

Buck sprang into action, grabbing Maddie by looping her arm around his back and slowly getting up, lips turning downwards in a determined pout. He wasn’t sure whoever it was that killed that thing, but one thing was certain. With knowing what the apocalypse did to people, characterisation and physically, he didn’t want to stick around to find out.

He didn’t get far. She was too heavy for his weakened state, and his injuries were beginning to take a toll. The incessant sting and throb of the stab wound in his abdomen made a point to give an especially hard pulse. It made him wonder how much blood he had actually lost, between the hoard of clickers and stalkers that had ambushed him and Maddie.

His head ached. He just wanted to lay down for a bit. Gently propping the still unconscious body in his arms upright against a rotting grave, Buck finally laid down against the wet grass. Huh, had it rained earlier?

Eyes beginning to flutter shut, a looming figure made it’s way towards them in his peripheral vision. Something told him to get up, to run, to fight, protect Maddie. But why? He felt.. perfectly safe. His eyes shut, and the world went quiet just as calloused fingertips brushed the soaked hair off his forehead.

[thegeminisage]

wow it is star trek update time. last night we watched ds9's "blood oath" and tng's "journey's end," which is one of the strongest quality ricochets we've had yet.

blood oath (ds9):

okay, so the summary said "three klingon legends" but what i didn't realize is that they were all REAL KLINGONS FROM THE ORIGINAL SERIES

i have to pain this picture for you, whoever is reading this. the three klingons in this episode appeared in "errand or mercy" "the trouble with tribbles" and "day of the dove." like, they really came back to reprise their roles almost 30 years later. i'm going to paste a picture but uhtw 60s blackface

now, if you're a tos viewer, you may recognize that fella in the middle as also having played the titular squire of gothos in. "squire of gothos." now, as an episode, i find "squire of gothos" to be pretty mid, but there is one specific scene that really did something for me. to me? it did something TO me. what it did to me was send me off the fucking deep end, i wish i could convey the depths of my madness with human words

(still screenshot grabbed from this infinitely more amazing gifset, give it up for @maulthots for enabling me, no literally please go through her gif tag and reblog her gifs)

anyway, before my good and wonderful friend so kindly made this gifset for me, i did maybe sit in front of my pc and replay the clip upwards of [mumble] times a day because i was very, very unwell. when i watched this scene for the very first time what happened to me in that single instant was the bone-deep realization that james t kirk (tos and aos) ate fascists on tarsus iv, probably, and he'd fucking do it again because nobody tastes better than a fascist! i wrote an entire fanfic about it, sorry for the spoilers.

what does squire of gothos and tarsus iv have to do with ds9? well first of all every star trek episode is secretly about tarsus iv so jot that down

but secondly, i've watched this clip so many times i have to hide my face when this man shows up in trouble with tribbles. now, i'm not so good with faces, but i KNOW THAT VOICE. but i know him AS the squire of gothos. i frequently forget entirely that he also plays a klingon, so i didn't recognize his name. so when i heard the squire of gothos's voice come out of a random klingon's mouth in ds9 my immediate kneejerk reaction was "no i am hearing things that can't be--" BUT IT WAS. i PAUSED the episode so i could look iy up, realized that the guy in the drunk tank was kor or "do you have a tongue you will be taught to use it" fame, and then to my eternal glee, kang shows up next

i remembered reading once that kang came back later and i was like ??? no one comes back later on tos BUT HE DID! I JUST HAD TO WAIT FOR IT!!!!! mystery finally solved...........

once i recognized them this episode was a blast. absolutely loving these 100 year old klingons getting ready for a rip roaring rampage of supercentenarian revenge. i was VERY sad that they died at the end but at least presumably they all died together (didnt see the last one go down but im just assuming he lived long enough to eat the albino's heart and then die)

(the albino is a really funny concept by the way like he's not even albino he's just a white klingon)

other notable things about this episode: firstly, quark hiding behind odo at the beginning. classic. secondly, dax actually being a good fighter ?!?!?! and finally, a true passing of the bechdel test where dax asked kira some alarming and upsetting questions about killing people and kira immediately took her aside and MADE her talk. i love. Women. and also women who murder people. i support womens wrongs.

i even love that the ONE time sisko doesn't back up one of his people it's for a good reason (doesn't want the 27yo reincarnation of his father figure to die on a klingon suicide mission)

10000/10, absolutely stellar ep, zero complaints

journey's end (tng):

oh boy.

just about the coldest bucket of fucking water...

you know, we tried to give this episode the benefit of the doubt actually. we were like "maybe this was progressive in 1994. i mean they ARE saying that moving these guys forcibly would be bad" and i mean like what would we know about what was progressive in 94? we were 5. so we checked and um i don't think anybody liked it in 1994 either

devastating that THIS has to be a wesley episode bc i wanted a better sendoff for my boy. "i had a vision and now i'm leaving starfleet" and yes they said the word vision in the most derogatory way possible. jesus christ

TRAVELER ALIEN RACEFAKING? HE PRETENDED TO BE NATIVE AMERICAN TO GIVE WESLEY THE VISION? and then he was like haha don't you know all that stuff is fake. (picard earlier in this episode "i am sooo respectful of your beliefs")

furthermore when picard was like "oh yeah this guy blames me for the crimes of my colonizer ancestor" girl at no point did he say that. idk if white people should go around accusing other white people of white guilt so i don't say this lightly but jesus christ captain picard can you tone it the fuck down buddy

i came across a gifset today of picard from season 5 (idr the episode) going "starfleet doesn't want officers who blindly follow orders sayign you're just following orders has been used to justify too many tragedies in our history" and then smash cut to this episode where he's like "well i tried but yeah i'm gonna have to move you sowwy :/" like good lord.

anyway it's a bummer these last few eps of tng have been less than great bc ik tng is capable of good episodes and i was hoping this series would go out on a high note. but it's going to end the same way it began with us waiting for something good to happen and throwing popcorn at picard

TONIGHT: ds9's "the maquis part i" and tng's "firstborn." i am Braced. for trouble.

[crysta1ized]

well this ep was definitely ✨intense✨! i was so excited abt the idea of getting phee & tan murder/ revenge duo but turns out they just came here for answers.. tho they’re all drugged, there is still a masked murderer (or multiple?) running around. tan did look ready to intervene and spice shit up at the end of the ep but who is the masked dude?!

i mean it’s clearly not any of them, phee and tan are now ruled out too, so who would want to kill these dumb teenagers? im betting on non, but that would mean he survived tee’s uncle (and i choose to believe that), and somehow lived all those years hidden-

that would make sense, but that still leaves the two other masks, and how would non (or whoever else is under that mask) even know about them being at the house at this time?

maybe we’ll learn that white is linked to non somehow (i doubt it tho) and is helping him?

anyway, im excited to see what tan will do in the next ep! that man has nothing to lose so maybe he’ll start interfering with the chaos that’s going down? maybe push them towards each other so a few murders happen? will he wait till he got the answers he was looking for or not tho?

[semiotomatics]

tw gore/cannibalism, i guess???? talking abt the last dream i had

i wld say my most common anxiety dream (if not just my most common dream in general) is that im being chased by someone who wants to kill me. its not always the same person (if i ever even see them at all—sometimes i dont, i just know theyre there), its not always the same place, but the goal is always the same: dont get caught.

so last night i had one of those dreams (i ran out of one of my meds and havent gone to get it refilled, which i think is why ive started having bad dreams again) where i was being chased by some Faceless Murderer. and i was doing a pretty good job of evading them, tho ofc the fear/anxiety was still there since, yknow, anxiety dream.

but then, they do catch up to me, which is usually when i force myself to wake up (since i dont actually want to be murdered in my dreams). except!! i dont wake up!! yknow what i do instead?

fucking skin them alive holy shit

i think my brain skipped over most of the flaying bc tbh i dont think it even knows how to do that sort of thing, cause the next thing i know im just looking at this dudes disembodied, completely degloved hand (if you dont know what degloving is, DONT look it up w safe search off).

and ofc bc im a nerd my very first thought upon seeing it was "wow, what a clean job, you can still see all his veins and arteries". i was even pointing them out to whoever was with me, like i was giving an anatomy presentation SLFHSJF. i came across his ribcage too, and literally opened it up so i cld see his heart and lungs and stuff 😭 what the fuck yall

anyway, more dreamplot stuff happened and then the "final scene" was me in some kind of diner with nameless companion, like, celebrating the fact that we killed this guy? which was kinda weird but honestly fine, its not like this was a real guy and he very much WAS going to kill me if he caught me, so.

and then we get served our meal and i cant remember who tells me or how i find out but basically the soup i got was made out of the dude 😭 and in the moment i wasnt, yknow, absolutely horrified, i was just like "ah yes, poetic justice" like what???? was the dude gonna eat me if he caught me??? (honestly not implausible, a lot of my animal-based nightmares end in getting eaten alive)

anyway the soup just tasted like a hearty tomato soup (NO PUN INTENDED I FUCKING HOPE)

but anyway, believe it or not the weirdest part of the dream (to me anyway) was the very last "scene", where we're sitting there eating this Man Soup and celebrating killing a dude, and then the door to the diner opens and in walks the dude we killed. and in the dream im not confused or horrified or anything, im just like "ah yes, he must have regenerated himself", which????? sure, okay, the dude regenerated himself somehow. but he spots me and as we look at each other i dont feel any fear, im like? at peace? like i feel forgiveness somehow. and meanwhile he has an expression of, i stg, gratitude. and the very last thing i do is stand up and open up my arms in a "cmere, lets hug it out" gesture. and then i wake up.

so like. kinda fucked up right?

[spidermanifested]

today i went to go see transformers one, And. i feel somewhat bad about this because every single one of my transformers friends seemed to love it. however i was not super impressed

which, if you liked it im glad you had fun & feel free to chalk some of my gripes up to me being pretentious about movies. but if you want to know my thoughts in more detail im putting them under a cut because a) spoilers and b) lot of words

so number one, the main thing, is that while it didnt follow the formula Exactly (orion was the one gunning to rebel from the get-go while megatron was initially really wary about stepping out of line) its still one of those "villain revolts against a corrupt system but goes TOO FAR" stories. which, yes thats what megatrons backstory usually is. yes i expected this going in

But did they have to code him as black via voice actor and pit him against a saintly nonviolent counterpart voiced by fucking chris hemsworth .

like this is the third time in the past couple years ive watched a new thing and everyones gushing over it and im like oh cool and i watch it, and the villain is a black coded (nonhuman!!) guy whos Too Mad about systemic injustice and has to be stopped by the noble liberal pacifists. it happened in live action one piece it happened in the tmnt movie and it has happened once again in transformers one!!! and EVERY single time i look through the tags to see if anyones talking about it and guess what. They are not

i cannot take even remotely seriously the in universe pearl clutching about megatron killing one (1) super evil guy. in general, sure, but mainly after watching bumblebee literally cut people into little pieces with knives on screen??????!!¿like im sorry but you cant act like megatron would be doing some horrible bad irredeemable thing by assassinating a corrupt head of state and then say okay 🤗 heres my new bffsie the knife murderer. Be real with me right now

aside from this i simply found the script to be extremely repetitive simplistic and marvelbrained. too much cheap shoehorned 2013-youtube-parody-grade humor. to which you the reader might turn to me and say manfred, you sound like a snob and the movie is for kids! the dialogue has to be simple or kids wont know whats going on. And to which i say first of all, it is my god given right to be a snob, and second of all this movie has swears in it such as hell and damn and badass, the latter of which is repeated upwards of thrice in a joke that gets less and less funny every time, and i think that MAYBE any child who is old enough to hear curse words, is old enough to understand SUBTEXT

at least it looked nice, animation was good, set design was crazy good. the little cyber deers with the light up antlers were genius, whoever came up with those was bringing their whole pussy to work. still dont like that they gave the robots human lips. optimus prime i am not going to kiss you put tjose things away

[totallynotthedarkreunion]

How would genderbent wammy 's boys be in your opinion.

Im so mad bc I keep like starting to write and then forgetting to save it to my drafts and then I have to write it all over again but anyways

I did talk about Mello here but I'll talk about the others here just for you honey bunny

Now note that I don't think any of their personalities would change very much at all, mostly just behavioral things because their environments would be slightly different. Break because I'm gonna write a lot

For Near, I don't think Wammy's house is going to separate boys and girls at all and whoever's running that whole detective system thingy within wammy's is pretty objective to anything and just focuses on intelligence but if Near has to get approval or work with any outside agencies or organization I imagine he's going to have to work harder. Near is like a natural talent, and of course he does work but he's also like a natural genius, so here I'd like to apply to him the Burnt Out Gifted Kid Effect™. Near wouldn't have to work as hard under Wammy's management but he would for other organizations in order to get approval and gain his title, and I believe this would lead to lethargy in his case. Me personally, when I'm made to work harder than I usually do I'm more prone to procrastinating and lazing around and I think he would too. He might also be more prone to stress and anxiety -- growing up as a teenage girl while also trying to be the greatest detective in the world is like if Life came at you with two giant hammers and just smashed you into the ground.

Both L and Near would be referred to as "he" under anonymity (remember how the task force just automatically assumed the second Kira was a he? Yeah).

For L I think more socially -- he might have similar struggles to Mello and Near in terms of detective work but unlike Mello and Near, we have seen him in a very social setting (To-oh) so I'd like to address that more with him even if he's not really all that social. Not sure if you've noticed, you probably have, but most of the girls at To-oh were wearing skirts, so L would already be more of an outlier than he is anyway. It would be difficult for him to sit the way he does with a skirt on. Additionally L is very hygienic but he obviously has body hair (not that it's not hygienic but some people do see it that way) and i dont think he would shave because Watari already does all the other shit and he thinks it's functionally unnecessary. So imagine someone sees that and how different it would be as a female vs male. That and many of his other behaviors.

L generally isn't taken seriously but I think if he were female that would intensify. Especially with Light, who would probably think something like "There's no way L is a wOmAn" and he'd probably take it as a much more major offense when L wins a round of their mental murder chess. Also if we're thinking meta, he might even be sexualized in the canon sources, and Near as well. Mello would just definitely be sexualized there's no questioning it.

Matt would be essentially the same. I can't say too much because nobody knows too much about him. If it were up to me, and it is, Matt would have body issues and be a raging lesbian and that's about it. He probably would also get the shit bullied out of him while online gaming and Mello threatens to find people's houses and blow them up.

[bropunzeling]

If you're up for some random-ass questions, here are some questions for the new year!

what fic were you proudest of this year?

what fic are you most surprised you wrote?

favorite old (to you) ship this year

favorite new (to you) ship this year

favorite old (to you) ship you picked up again this year

favorite old man (old man being a state of mind not gender) ship (maybe you ship a younger version of them but they're Old Men now)

ships/characters you're excited about in 2024

fics/plot bunnies you're excited about working on in 2024

give a random prediction of any kind - about your own writing, about your fandom's fic trends, about canonical developments in your fandom

share a random thought about fics you've written, characters you're thinking about, writing in general, etc

Feel free to pass on if you'd like, or not! Happy new year!

thank you anon! what a great excuse to ignore the work computer. also consider this a blanket "steal these prompts" from me for whoever is so moved bc i don't want to tag everyone

what fic were you proudest of this year? i might have to say only fools rush in aka marriage bets! it certainly is the longest one i've written and had the longest gestational period. plus i wrote a lot of it while incredibly busy (tho maybe that helped?). im still happy i managed to hit the balance between ridiculous premise and genuine feeling that i was aiming for, and that i managed to figure out and feel comfortable in a new pov.

what fic are you most surprised you wrote? linger. if you told me a year ago i was gonna write 65k of omegaverse i simply would not have believed you! it wasn't a trope i ever thought i would write! and yet here we are. lmao.

favorite old (to you) ship this year? i mean. viva la ratfiction. someday we may run out of steam but not this year by golly!

favorite new (to you) ship this year? the amount brady/quinn clawed its way into my brain this year cannot be overstated. maybe i was exploring last year but this year is when it really got me in a fucking chokehold. the pining! the friends to lovers of it all!!!!! exquisite. honorable mention to matthew/sasha. those two ARE in love.

favorite old (to you) ship you picked up again this year? earlier this fall i started a rewatch of miss fisher's murder mysteries and god. jack and phryne. they are EVERYTHING. someday i really will write fic for them.

favorite old man (state of mind) ship? gotta be honest first thing that came to mind was band of brothers winters/nixon. we'll go to chicago. i'll take you there.

ships/characters you're excited about in 2024? hmm brady/quinn, obvi. the general state of brady tkachuk and how i'd like to give him a midlife crisis and by midlife i mean when he's 29. jamie and trevor are BACK baby, and i wanna make trevor sad and making poor choices for 50k before he finally gets to get kissed. has someone written timmy stu and mo seider as summer boyfriends yet? bc i still like that.

fics/plot bunnies you're excited about working on in 2024? i think i have tentatively figured out my next long matthew/leon project (which i can't start until the new year) but i don't want to say quite yet in case i scare it off but! that. it WILL be a true slow burn which will be fun. also ballet quinn i WOULD like to put more than 2k in your gdoc. hopefully at some point soon inspiration will hit again/i'll feel less dull and burnt out

give a random prediction of any kind - about your own writing, about fandom trends, about canonical developments in your fandom: the kraken will sign yamo to a longer contract. i will start a project thinking it will be nice and short and then watch it double, like bread dough rising.

share a random thought about fics you've written, characters you're thinking about, writing in general: did you know the more you write the better you get? even though there’s plenty of areas where i want to improve and become a stronger, more thoughtful developer of sentences/plots/et cetera, i can really see my growth from month to month or year to year and that's neat!!! i'm slowly getting better!!!

[mikka-minns]

@laismoura-art here's a little something for you! Sorry if it's cringy, im still an amateur lmao

Harumi tells Lisa about the other timelines...

In every timeline, Scorpion and Sub zero meet." Lisa moved her hand closer to Harumi's. She saw it. "and in every timeline, it doesnt end well."

It stung. She loved her. They loved each other.

But what is that to the destiny? To the future that seems to be written already. Harumi didnt know of all the timelines, just a few. And not all that happends. She knew they were bound to hate each other. When or why? She doesnt know. It didnt matter to her.

Its unimaginable. Hating Lisa. How? The woman she fell in love with so easly. She is no stranger to fate's cruelty, but to add it all up, its just too much. Losing her first love with her child and being meant to hate the one who showed her love after great conflict and after the pain she caused her. She could hear Hanzo whispering "She is realy great. Im glad you found her.", chuckling like he used to before.... Before... He'd want her to be happy. To heal and accept her feelings. He'd want her to find the best path for herself she possibly could. Not poison herself with hate and dread. Her son too. He'd want to be able to recognize his other's warm smile, not burning rage.

"So what?" the cryomancer asked "You said that in most of the Timelines, its not us who carry these mantels. In those timelines, we die before Sub zero and Scorpion can even meet." those words hurt. But there was something good in them. "What if we were always meant to meet? What if, this time, fate decided to see how it would go and see if it's worth it? We shouldn't waste this opportunity, Harumi." Harumi looked at her. It was a wonder how Lisa could be so wise and positive, in situations like these at least. All that woman has ever known was coldness. Not her own. The one of people around her. People who listened not Just to desteny, but to whoever had the least emotion to show and the least to lose. They were not slaves, but puppets. No emotion, ambitions or anything that will give them even a chance of freedom.

Her clan only kept her around for her powers. Had she not had them, her life would be not so different from the ones her counterparts have - a short one.

But here she was here. And she was right. Why waste all this?

Who was gonna stop them? Even Bi han was supportive!

The Scorpion who came from the other timeline? The one who was ready to murder the whole timeline for a selfish reason. Is he gonna stop them? No. He cant stand a chance against them. Lord Liu Kang realy gave them a headache for even bringing him here.

But he doesnt matter.

All that matters now is that they are here. After billions of timelines, both of them are here. Together.

No one can take that away from them. And if they try, they'll get their ass handed to them.

Of course Lisa would want to live! She never liked Someone else deciding her future for her, Kuai can confirm.

"I love you, Lisa. I'll do anything to be by your side."

"I love you too, Harumi." it felt good to finaly say it. It was a... It was a completely new expiriance, a great one.