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this watershed moment between nie mingjue and meng yao is from cql, obviously, but imo it highlights the fundamental conflict between these two characters in all versions of the canon:
i am once again re-reading the entirety of the empathy flashback chapters because once i start, i just can't stop! there's just too much important information overflowing from this sequence of events! and considering this is the only lens through which we are able to look back at jin guangyao's past as meng yao--and considering how much that lens hates him at this point in canon--so much of what is presented to us as objective fact has to be examined more critically.
so, it bears repeating: all of this is nie mingjue's resentment-addled fierce corpse's recollection of events at least fourteen years in the past, communicated to the reader through two additional filters--empathy, and wei wuxian himself.
Meng Yao had probably carefully worked out how to avoid the vital areas. With both caution and composure, he pulled the sword out of his stomach, producing a string of small, bloody splashes, and pressed the woundāthis was all he did to treat it. Nie MingJue, on the other hand, still remained in the posture that he used when trying to help Meng Yao. Half-kneeling with his head raised, their eyes met.
i mean. sure, i guess? this is related to an ask currently hanging out in my inbox that i haven't been able to answer yet (there are so many asks), but i think we really ought to consider just what a life-threatening gamble this was regardless. also painful! it is painful to stab yourself, and then to mash your hand against an open wound to stop the bleeding! why would anyone choose to do something like this unless they felt they had no other choice?
Nie MingJue didnāt say anything. Meng Yao didnāt say anything either. He sheathed his sword, bowed toward Nie MingJue, and sprinted away without looking back.
i've read a few posts criticizing meng yao in this moment either implying or flat out stating that if he can bow and sprint away, he clearly couldn't have been that injured. leaving aside that nie mingjue is perfectly capable of recognizing a serious injury when he sees one, wei wuxian also sees the blood splashing onto meng yao's body and clothes as he withdraws the sword from himself. so, he's hurt. he has seriously injured himself. that he still forces himself to bow before fleeing does seem significant to me. what else could he possibly have said? what would nie mingjue have wanted to hear him say anyway?
He had just acknowledged his mistake and agreed to receiving his punishment before feigning suicide and setting up a trap. Now, he was already long gone. It was probably Nie MingJueās first time seeing such a shameless person, especially one that had just been the trusted aide whom he promoted himself.
i could live the rest of my life in this sentence (exaggeration. but only slightly), there is so much going on here--first, that wei wuxian feels confident enough in his understanding and interpretation of nie mingjue via empathy to presume that this is nie mingjue's first exposure to such 'shameless' behaviour, because let's be real, how can he possibly know that? like leaving aside the fact that he is the older brother of the jianghu's most dedicated and shameless drama queen, he's been a sect leader for years at this point. beyond that, he is a sect leader during a time of war. mingjue-xiong has seen some shit, ok? i think it is specifically because this supposed shamelessness comes from someone that he himself trusted and promoted, as wei wuxian next points out, that he is so furious.
this part is key, for me, because it emphasizes not the shamelessness (is it tho?) of meng yao's trickery, but that such trickery could be carried out by someone that nie mingjue himself had invested with such trust. he doesn't just feel betrayed by meng yao, though of course that is part of it. his pride has been injured. which makes sense, given the next part of the text:
For this, he flew into a terrible rage, being especially fierce during the Wen Sectās battles. Even when Lan XiChen had the time to assist Langya, a few days later, his anger hadnāt died down one bit. As soon as he came, Lan XiChen laughed, āMingJue-xiong, what a temper you seem to be in. Where is Meng Yao? Why does he not come and douse your flames?ā
i'm not sure i actually want to know what a 'terrible rage' from nie mingjue looks like given what we already know about his brutality on the battlefield. like... this is after he has decapitated wen ruohan's son, wen xu, and made a brutal display of his head and remains to send a message to qishan. meng yao's betrayal has triggered truly unprecedented levels of rage and fury from nie mingjue, something that was already escalating due to his focused cultivation with the sabre, but it results in a man who absolutely cannot handle hearing meng yao's name.
Nie MingJue, āDonāt mention such a person!ā
see? (mingjue-xiong don't snap at lan xichen like that š„ŗ)
Without any exaggeration, he told Lan XiChen of how Meng Yao killed and planned to blame someone else, then feigned death and ran away. After he heard the story, Lan XiChen was also surprised, āHow could this be? Maybe there was a misunderstanding?ā
Nie MingJue, āI caught him right on the spot. What misunderstandings could there be?ā
Lan XiChen thought for a moment, āJudging from his words, the person whom he killed had definitely done wrong. However, he should not have taken his life either. We are in harsh times, so it is quite difficult to determine who was at fault. I wonder where he is now.ā
Nie MingJue spoke in a harsh tone, āHe should hope that I donāt catch him. If I do, Iāll offer him as sacrifice to my saber!ā
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first: "without any exaggeration" is doing quite a lot of narrative work! even if we accept that what nie mingjue recounts to lan xichen broadly conforms to what wei wuxian witnessed via empathy, what wei wuxian witnessed in the first place was still nie mingjue's recollection of the events as they transpired. wei wuxian did not witness these events himself with his own eyes. sure, i trust that nie mingjue is telling the truth when he shares this information with lan xichen, but he cannot be an objective source of information for wei wuxian--and i think it is significant that wei wuxian doesn't clock this.
second: i think this is why there is an understandable impulse to respond to lan xichen's circumspection with 'hey what the fuck??' when he says 'maybe there was a misunderstanding.' because we are right in the moment alongside wei wuxian, who does not recognize his own bias. and so we end up like, what do you mean, lan xichen! nie mingjue caught meng yao red-handed! wei wuxian-via-empathy told us so! how could we misunderstand any of this when wei wuxian confirmed for us that nie mingjue did not exaggerate any of his explanation?
but lan xichen's thoughtfulness and his instinct to pause, to seek out additional clarification and understanding, are perfectly rational responses given the circumstances, and ideally what he says is something any equally rational person would say in his position. two people he has invested with a great deal of his trust and esteem are at significantly crossed purposes, and he only has one half of the story. lan xichen obviously trusts that nie mingjue is telling him the truth as he recalls it; he just understands, as wei wuxian clearly cannot, that his understanding of this situation is incomplete until he hears the other half of the story from meng yao himself.
However, as though his words turned into a prophecy, during the next few years, it was almost as if Meng Yao had suddenly disappeared, as if he had sunk like a rock into the ocean. No trace of him was left.
Now, Nie MingJue loathed him in the same manner that he had once valued him. Whenever the name was mentioned, he put on an angered face, expressing things hard to explain in speech. When he was certain that no information could be found, he refused to discuss Meng Yao with another person ever again.
i'll wrap this post up shortly because i've already written much more than i initially intended, but i just want to highlight that literal years pass between their confrontation on the langya front and their bloody reunion in nightless city. that is a long time for nie mingjue to spend "loathing [Meng Yao] in the same manner that he had once valued him"--plenty of time for resentment brought on by his sabre cultivation technique to thoroughly sink its claws into his judgment, and his wounded pride.
#mdzs meta#jin guangyao#meng yao#nie mingjue#something i did not touch on in this post but that i really wanted to#is that while i don't disagree that nmj's judgment has been rattled#i don't think he himself wants to acknowledge that it has been rattled#i don't think he has the psychological bandwidth to handle doubting himself and what that doubt could mean for the war and for his sect#and so for me that rage and fury that follows the langya front encounter is a direct response to that doubt#in addition to having his pride injured#injured pride + doubting his judgment = angry murder sabre getting angrier and murder-y...er
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love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.
love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.
love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.
love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.
maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.
recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.
#writeblr#warm up#ps edited so it is more clear where āhalfā of men is coming from:#15% literally don't even touch water#an ADDITIONAL 35% ''wash'' by just running their hands under water WITHOUT SOAP#15+35 =50%#like that is not washing ur hands. go back and use soap#btw the numbers for women are 4% never washing and 15% ''just water''#which is still gross but like. sooo much better yikes#ps i know we're all gay on this site but watching ppl ''correct'' my math on this has been wild#i have a learning disability im genuinely bad at math so i check EVERY time someone corrects me#but no they're just confidently wrong.....#182 hours is a week babes. 182/24 (number of hours in a day) is ~7.6#that's where i got that number from. also from rent we know there's 168 hours in a week.#ALSO btw if u read this and ur response is ''men are also struggling rn tho'' like babe you missed the point of it tho#this doesn't even make fun of men it's legit just pointing out that bigotry against women isn't founded#in anything men actually CARE about . like they don't actually CARE about ''being clean'' when they make fun of armpit hair#or they would be WASHING THEIR HANDS.#men pretend to be rollin' in cash and Apex Predators and instead they are trained to be lazy and unwilling to act in emergencies#i have never and will never make fun of men for asking for more support on important topics like DV and mental health.#this is so clearly not about men; it's about how common just being plainly misogynistic has become.#like they don't try to hide it anymore.
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by Lincoln Brown
Beckett Law, a religious freedom advocacy group, has taken up the cause of three Jewish students at UCLA. The students claim that in the wake of the October 7 terrorist attack on Israel, they faced mounting antisemitism, which included barring them from access to areas of the campus. The students are also represented by Clement & Murphy, PLLC.
In theĀ lawsuit,Ā Frankel v. The Regents of the University of California, the plaintiffs claim that pro-Hamas/anti-Israel protesters set up barricades on the Los Angeles campus, effectively creating a "Jewish Exclusion Zone." Beckett LawĀ statesĀ that after creating the encampment, protesters not only constructed barriers but also linked arms to prevent Jewish students from accessing the most popular areas on campus. They also imposed an ideological test, and those whose views were deemed to be sufficiently anti-Israel were issued wristbands and allowed to pass unmolested through the "checkpoints." Ā
By contrast, Beckett law says that Jewish students were harassed and even assaulted. Law student Yitzchok Frankel was forced to find other ways to reach his classes because his route was blocked by the exclusion zone. Sophomore Joshua Ghayoum could not attend classes or study sessions because of the zone and the antisemitic activities on campus. Additionally, he was forced to listen to chants of "death to the Jews" and "death to Israel." Eden Shemuelian had trouble getting to her final exams because of the zones and had to listen to the vitriol from the encampment as she tried to study. These, said Beckett Law, are just three examples of the problems faced by Jewish students at UCLA.
Mark Rienzi, president and CEO of Becket, stated:
If masked agitators had excluded any other marginalized group at UCLA, Governor Newsom rightly would have sent in the National Guard immediately. But UCLA instead caved to the anti-Semitic activists and allowed its Jewish students to be segregated from the heart of their own campus. That is a profound and illegal failure of leadership. This is America in 2024ānot Germany in 1939. It is disgusting that an elite American university would let itself devolve into a hotbed of antisemitism. UCLAās administration should have to answer for allowing the Jew Exclusion Zone and promise that Jews will never again be segregated on campus.
The suit notes:
Defendants have deprived Plaintiffs of the free exercise and enjoyment of religion without discrimination or preference, as secured by the California Constitution, through a policy and practice that treats Plaintiffs differently than similarly situated non-Jewish individuals because Plaintiffs are Jewish.
Defendants furthered no legitimate or compelling state interest by engaging in this conduct.
Defendants failed to tailor their actions narrowly to serve any such interest.
As a result of Defendantsā actions, Plaintiffs have been injured by losing access to educational opportunities, losing access to library and classroom facilities, losing in-person learning opportunities, losing the ability to prepare for exams, being denied equal participation in the life of the university, suffering emotional and physical stress that has diverted time, attention, and focus from study, and by other harms.
In addition to seeking compensation for damages, the primary goal of the lawsuit is to hold the leadership of the University of California accountable and ensure that such a situation never arises again.
As usual, "never again" is here and now. The fact that these "students" take a great deal of pride in slinging the term "Nazi" at anyone with which they disagree yet use tactics that echo those of the Third Reich is ironic and chilling. But their savage nature can be attributed, at least in part, to those who educated them.Ā
Given that, one must ask if the regents of the University of California were merely caving to mob pressure. Did they turn a blind eye to the madness out of fear or because of the optics? Ideally, there should be nothing wrong with discussing the war and even debating whether or not Israel's response to the Hamas attack has been proportionate.Ā
The regents, president, vice-president, and chancellors never stopped to think, "Gee, it seems to be getting awfully brownshirty around here." And if they did, they were too cowardly or indoctrinated to say a word.
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BigBro Dick Grayson with Little Sibling Vigilante Reader Headcanons
I have not done a sibling relationship one yet and really wanted to. Hope you enjoy! Here is my masterlist for more. ~ Anya
When you were brought in by Bruce into the Batfam, he immediately had a soft spot for you.
Training sessions with him are calculated, but not as grueling as with some of the others.Ā He lets you pick what to work on, but does try to make it more fun.
After training snack stops are a MUST.Ā Anything from ice cream to sweets to chips to smoothies. Heāll take you after a good workout or training
Patrols can be both fun and frustrating. He will be overprotective, but try to crack jokes on a boring night.
He is responsible as much as he is fun, so when he sees you focused on the patrols or missions, he takes pride in that.
He is well aware that you can fight and kick ass on your own and wonāt cut in to take that from you. He really only gets in the way if he feels like you are in danger or at a high risk.
If you get into an argument or fight with one of the other Batfam members, he lends an ear and tries to calm you down.
He knows your body language well and goes out of his way to check if you are okay or give you your favorite things to cheer you up.
He definitely builds blanket forts for him, you, and the other siblings. Full of lights, pillows, and lo-fi music.
When he moves to BlĆ¼dhaven, you are welcome to stay with him whenever you want. He is a phone call away, no matter what.
For major events in your life, he is there for you. From a prom night, to your 21st birthday, to bringing your partner over for the first time, he is there as your hype man.
When it comes to romantic advice, heās a bit of an over-sharer, but he wants you to be happy and not be heartbroken by some jerk. Heāll give you his perspective and red and green flags.
In addition to relationship chats, he loves to hear about your crushes and/or partner.Ā Seeing you so passionate about someone is adorable and raw to him. He also takes it as a sign of trust.
When you get sick, he goes full mother-hen mode with Bruce and Alfred to take care of you. He will overreact, but itās out of love
Same goes for if you are injured while on patrol. He goes into first aid mode and fusses over getting everything for you.
He is the dad of the group when it comes to snacks and feeding you. You will not go hungry with him around.
But he isnāt always fun and games. If you are getting too rowdy or rough, he will make sure to let you know.
When a plan of attack is in motion, he watches over you to be sure you do it right and safely.
He does not tolerate separating from the core values of the Batfam, but will not be as harsh as some of the other members.
If you are one of the vigilantes that takes more to violence or killing, he will show disapproval, but not hold it against you outside of the costume.
Overall, he cares for you a lot and will look after you, while still respecting your space and choices. A good big bro.
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Hope you liked it. :) Feel free to read more or make requests. ~ Anya
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Scratch me up!
My inbox ate the ask :(
Here are some of the BG3 boys reacting to the marks they left on your back from your prior night of passion
Raphael:
You stand in front of the mirror, inspecting the fresh, deep red scratches running down your back. Serving as a testament to the previous night's passionate encounter with Raphael, you were glad that only your back was visibly injured. He emerges from behind, his presence as overwhelming as always, and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.A smirk plays on his lips as he catches sight of the marks he's left.
"My my, look at that," he murmurs, his voice dripping with pride and possessiveness, as he kisses up your neck. "Such beautiful marks, don't you think?"
You shiver as his fingers trace the scratches, each touch sending a fresh wave of heat through your body. "Raphael, they're quiteā¦ noticeable," you say, trying to sound nonchalant despite the blush creeping up your cheeks.
He chuckles, the sound deep and resonant. "And they should be. They are a sign of my claim on you, a reminder of the pleasure we shared. I quite like the way they look on you, a canvas of our love." His hands roam lower, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Perhaps we should add a few more.."
There was no question in his words, and you knew him well enough to know that really it was an assurance. It made your pulse quicken and you leaned into his touch, allowing him to ravish you once more.
Rolan:
Rolan notices the scratches on your back as you get dressed, the morning light filtering into the room and casting a soft glow over your skin. He approaches you, a mix of concern and amusement in his eyes.
"Those lookā¦ intense," he says, lightly touching the marks. His tone is apologetic, but there's a glint in his eye that suggests he's not entirely remorseful. "I'm sorry if I got a bit carried away."
You turn to face him, a wry smile on your lips as you cross your arms. "You donāt sound very sorry, Rolan."
"Oh how dare you, accuse me of such a- okay you got me," He quickly gives up his mock offence, a playful grin spreading across his face. You pout and start to walk away from him, but he quickly wraps his tail around your ankle and yanks you back, you tumble back into his arms and look up at him with a light scowl.
"I have to admit, that maybe I am not sorry and maybe it is because I like seeing those marks on you," he pulls you in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he rests his head on your shoulder, "I think they suit you."
You roll your eyes but before you could retort with a witty remark, Rolan occupied your lips with his, and his tail began to curl up your thigh and you warmed, smiling into the kiss. It seemed that Rolan was planning to make some additions to your scratched up back.
Wyll:
Wyll's eyes widen when he sees the scratches on your back as you stretch, the morning sun highlighting every mark. Concern etches his features, and he immediately approaches you, his hands gently brushing over the reddened lines.
"Did I do this?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine worry. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
You turn to him, seeing the genuine concern in his eyes and let out a light laugh. "It's okay, Wyll. It happened in the heat of the moment. It didn't hurt, not really."
He sighs, still looking troubled. "I never want to hurt you, even unintentionally." His fingers continue to trace the marks, a mix of regret and fascination in his touch. You can tell he has something else to say but he's afraid to say it, afraid to admit to it.
"Come on, beloved, use your words.." You lightly teased as you leaned back towards him. Wyll pouted slightly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Butā¦ I have to admit, they lookā¦ kind of good on you."
"You little freak!" You turn and point your finger at him in accusation and Wyll flinches, raising his hands in surrender.
"Hey! I-"
"-I jest my love, I think they look good too." You teased, gathering his hands in yours and leaning towards him, peppering his face with a bout of kisses. A blush forms across his cheeks but he allows your apologetic assault.
"You are cruel, sometimes you know that don't you?" Wyll sighed, with an exasperated smile on his lips. You kiss him again, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"I know you, but you love me."
"Unfortunately."
"Hey!"
I love love love writing these, hope y'all enjoyed it ! - Seluney xx
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Hey everyone! Thank you so much to everyone who participated. I am so happy to share everyoneās hard work. If you have a oneshot or masterlist youād like me to add, please send me a message - new additions are always welcome.
First, check out @blackbird-brewster's š Masterlist of Entriesāļø: This lovely prolific writer has entered several fics, which include Jemily, Temily, Jara, and Je TāEmily fics! Check out their page for even more!
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Out Loud [Ao3] by @gaelic-symphony: [Gen] A series of short fics about Emily Prentiss coming out to each member of the BAU team.
Freedom-Seeking Hearts by @foxy-eva: [Emily/Reader] For how much longer will Emily and Reader be able to contain their freedom-seeking hearts?
Say Something by @mismatched-sockss: [Emily/Reader] Reader and Emily have been seeing each other for a while now but she can't keep being her secret.
Dress by @railingsofsorrow: [Emily/Reader] Reader is dressed in red, andĀ EmilyĀ has a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact she wants to kiss her senseless.Ā
11:11 by @emberfrostlovesloki: [Emily/Reader] Penelope and Derek play matchmaker after Emily meets Reader, whoās allegedly off the market.
Bailed Out by @snixkers: [Elle/Reader] Elle has a crush on Reader. Elle doesn't want to.
Soft & Sweet by @foxy-eva: [Jara, NSFW] A confession between Tara and JJ leads to a night full of soft and sweet moments
Red Wine Supernova by @snixkers: [Emily/Reader, NSFW] Reader teases Emily at a party and she decides she's had enough.
MLM Entries
Bi the Way by me: [S.R./Reader] Derek learns something very interesting about Spencer after he leaves his bag at his significant otherās house.
For There is Danger in Our Pining by @andiebeaword: [S.R./Reader] Spencer is falling for his new library pen pal. Spencer also has a blind date.
Happy Hydrangea by me: [S.R./TransMan!Reader] JJ is corrected in finding out Spencer has had a boyfriend for a while now.
Off the Top by me: [S.R./TransMan!Reader] Spencer is driving his boyfriend crazy after his top surgery.
The Calamity by @masterwords: [Hotchgan] A series dedicated to HIV/AIDS and how it has touched the lives of Morgan and Hotch (Morgan is HIV+).
Assorted Entries
Like Father, Like You by me: [S.R., Child!Reader] In which Spencerās child comes out as not-straight.
Pair of Aces by me: [S.R./Reader, Asexual] Reader decides to share something with the team this Pride Month.
(In)visible by @foxy-eva: [S.R./Fem!Reader, Bisexual] There are a lot of obstacles for Reader as a queer woman, but she never thought falling in love with a man was one of them.
Proof of Concept? by @mimicdive: [S.R./AFAB!Reader, Bisexual] Reader feels insecure in their sexuality and Spencer offers validation.
Teacher's Pet by @emberfrostlovesloki: [Ally!Reader/Hotch] Jackās teacher gets injured during the school day keeping her students safe, so Hotch goes to check on her that evening.
Euphoria by @blackbird-brewster: [Trans!JJ/Tara, NSFW] Jay recently came out as trans, but he still doesn't feel like the man he wants the world to know. His girlfriend, Tara, knows exactly how to help.
Fireworks by @blackbird-brewster: [Trans!JJ/Tara, NSFW] Tara gives her husband, Jay, a blow-job and a New Year's Eve he'll never forget.
Happy Reading!
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I'm All Yours (Mason Mount x Fem!Reader) š
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Warnings: SMUT, oral sex (m receiving), curse and vulgar words. MINORS DNI
A/N: i think we all know why i wrote this one š«£š¤ this was meant to be a fluff but somehow i started to write smutty lines and there was no turning back lmao blame mason. yes this is short, not proofread and i'm not good at writing smut btw so apologies in advance if this isn't decent š«£ tho i hope you guys enjoy and iād love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog š«¶š» apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated š¤
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After 5 weeks out because of the injury he picked up at the Spurs game in August, Mason was finally back on the field for a game against Crystal Palace for the EFL Cup. Throughout the recovery process, he was very determined to heal and get better than before because he didnāt like being away from the pitch for so long. All he wants is to give the new club and the fans the best performance ā and getting injured was really upsetting for him, but he didnāt want to let it mess with his head. During his comeback game, he played really well during the first half before getting subbed off ā he even did an assist from a corner kick which was perfectly finished by Casemiro with a header goal. Watching how he had gained his confidence back after injury and got to prove that he is a deserving addition to the team ā unlike what some people said ā made you feel even prouder than youāve ever been of him.
When he went home after the game, he couldnāt stop telling you how good it felt to go back and win. He was also very happy he was able to make an assist, though he is now aiming for at least one goal for the next game.
āYou know, Mase, the fans were very happy with how you played,ā you told him with pride, āIām delighted that youāre back, you were amazing.ā
āThank you, my love, Iāll keep trying to deliver. Iām going to give the best I can. For the fans, and most importantly you.ā He smiled.
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Little did the fans know, he had an advertisement video with Nike Underwear ā which had been prepared from a while ago ā and now ready to be posted. After the incredible game he just had the day before, uploading the video felt like perfectly timed to treat his fans.Ā
You werenāt present on the set when Mason and the Nike team shot the video, but you saw the pictures he had on his phone ā for your benefit, he said teasingly. Since the first time he showed you those pictures, you couldnāt keep your eyes off of his phone. You slowly and carefully checked them out one by one, zoomed them in and out because you didnāt want to miss every little detail.Ā
āFuckā¦ā you panted.
āMasonā¦ These areā¦ Insanely hot.ā
He was sitting next to you and noticed how your pupils were dilated, your breathing became heavy, and how you kept biting your lip ā you were basically drooling over his pictures and he was really satisfied by your reaction.
āUh, baby, you good?ā He asked as he grinned cheekily.
āWhat?ā You glanced at him for a second. āOh, I...ā
You couldnāt even finish your sentence. Those pictures just made you speechless ā that man drove you crazy. And before you know it, you were feeling all hot and heavy and your pussy was dripping wet.
āBaby, Iām gonna need a minuteā¦ā You whimpered. āNow all that I think about is how bad I want to suck your dick and have your cum in my mouth. Thanks a lot, fucker.ā
āWellā¦ā he kissed your neck, then whispered in your ear, āI would very much love that.ā
You looked at him and tried to make sure he really wanted you to give him a head. He assured you by unbuttoning his pants and pulled them down.
āWhenever youāre ready, Y/N.āĀ
You kissed him on the lips and immediately kneeled between his legs and started by rubbing his massive bulge to build up the arousal. Mason still had his boxers on, and when you felt his bulge became harder, you gently pulled them down.
The second his boxers came off, his dick was already fully erect and you couldnāt wait to have it inside your mouth. You started by spat on his hard dick and stroked it up and down. As your hand moved all over his dick, he bit his lip and let out a few moans.
āMmmā¦ Fuckā¦ That feels goodā¦ā
You kept stroking and gave his dick tight squeezes a few times too.
āY/Nā¦ Stop teasing, pleaseā¦ā He growled.
āTell me what you want now, baby.ā
āI want my cockā¦ Inside your fucking mouthā¦ā He begged.
You began by licking his dick up and down for a short while, then swirling your tongue on the tip. His breath hitched ā the way your tongue felt around the head made his heart pound and he was feeling all flushed. You dipped your tongue into his slit, and he clenched both his fists and thighs.Ā
āOhhhā¦ F-f-fuckā¦ā He panted.
With your hand still stroking, you slowly put his dick deep into your mouth. You started moving up and down at a slow pace, and gradually changed your pace. As you engulfed his dick within your sloppy mouth, he gripped your hair and you were making eye contact with him which he loves so much ā he always thinks the eye contact made the action a lot sexier and he isnāt wrong.
āDonāt stop, babyā¦ā He bit back a moan.
The faster and deeper you went, the more intense the waves of pleasure he had. When you moaned, he could feel the vibration coming from your throat and it gave a sexy touch.
āY/Nā¦āĀ he murmured, āIām fucking closeā¦ā
The moment you heard him you sucked faster than before and his body began to shiver. He squeezed his eyes shut, soaking the pleasure in.
āYeah, cum in my mouth.ā
āIām about to cu- ohhhā¦ā
Suddenly, time stopped ticking and his vision faded to black. An explosion of pure bliss just hit and left him breathless. At that moment, he filled your mouth with his cum for you to swallow.
He lied on the bed and was breathing heavily, unable to speak even a word.
āGood fuck, Y/N,ā he exhaled, āthat was amazing.ā
You got up and smiled, now about to clean up. āMmhmm.ā
As you cleaned up, you playfully asked him, āMase, have you eaten a lot of fruits lately?ā
He laughed. āYeah, I think I have. Tasted sweet, didnāt it?ā
You licked your lips ā which were still covered with his cum ā and nodded in agreement. āLove it.ā
ā
When the advertisement video was ready, he showed it to you before it got uploaded.
āWoah, youāre going to post this with no warning?ā You jokingly asked.
āYeah, noā¦ Why?ā He was confused for a moment.
āMase, you do know how people are going to react, right? Youāre literally wearing nothing but underwear and they can see your bulge? Theyāre going to go crazy, my love.ā
He finally understood why and chuckled.
āOh babyā¦ I surely donāt mind.ā He winked.
āUgh, please.ā You playfully rolled your eyes.
āHey, donāt worry,ā he stood in front of you and gently lifted up your chin, āyou are the only one who gets to see and experience the whole show whenever you want to.ā
He gave you little kisses starting from your forehead, nose, cheeks then a big one on your lips.
āJust so you know,ā he added, āIām all yours, Y/N.ā
You blushed and laughed when you heard him say what he said.Ā
āMmmā¦ Lucky me.ā
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In 2021, dirty secrets about the use of bioweapons are revealed inside BSAA + there are direct hints in Umbrella Corps that Wesker is alive. I just combine the two puzzle pieces together in my head. So let's look at another interesting post-2009 scenario.
AU - ELEGY OF FREE RADICALS
Chris was once careless about eliminating Wesker. Knowing his nature, he still didn't check Wesker's presumed place of death properly. Relying on his own luck, Chris left the place of battle and never returned there. But he had to go back. It has become his mistake.
Chris reported the scene of the victory to the BSAA. Rotten BSAA could have used that data in any way they wanted. Like going back there and checking out the volcano. They could have indicated on the documents that they were headed to clear the area of the remnants of Uroboros, but in fact to search for Wesker's remains to get rich off the sale and study of his unique biomaterial. But what they didn't expect was to find him alive. Badly injured, helpless, but somehow alive.
Taking advantage of the weakness of the still living organism, he was taken to the secret laboratory of the headquarters. Now Wesker could be under the supervision of BSAA scientists for a very long time. He's much more useful alive than dead. His knowledge, skills, all of it could be utilized. And it was also possible to conduct endless experiments on his unusual body... Testing the limits of his abilities, testing various poisons, looking at the lethality of their new weapons, and etc. He was once again a puppet, as he had once been in Spencer's hands, from which he had miraculously escaped.
The BSAA kept Wesker's abilities under strict control, he was trivially stripped of any PG67A/W injections, replaced with an alternative that was only necessary for his body to regenerate damage after the battle in the volcano, but didn't provide any additional benefits. So he would remain weak but healthy.
Another remedy was also applied to him, eliminating the consequences of merging with the Uroboros, which modified his body in a volcano. It was discovered in 2011, after the events of Revelations 2. It was rude to call it just a serum, it was something more, because it did not remove the virus itself from the body, but brought it into a more stable form, allowing Wesker to take his ordinary appearance. With him, in this form, it became easier for employees to work.
The BSAA restored Wesker, stripped of his strength, any dignity, as well as his freedom. He was bedridden for several years and various weapons were tested on him, then recorded how his body reacted and at what rate it recovered. An immobilized lab rat, a deserved punishment for someone like him? Perhaps. It was thanks to his "sacrifice" that the anti-regeneration weapon was invented, which had once come in handy for Chris in the battle against Mold.
Just thinkā¦ how many things could the BSAA have invented using the infinite resources of Wesker's body? He was terrified of these thoughts. Terror at the realization that he had no chance of escape, that he was trapped here forever, that he would continue to have his organs taken out of him and be forced into endless pain. He reflected that he hadn't actually managed to do so many contradictory things to deserve eternal torment. And it's better to let him die than to endure this hell. But his own body played a cruel joke without dying. It was an expert on regeneration. His pride was trampled when he begged for death.
BSAA absolutely did not spend any painkillers and sleeping pills on Wesker, absolutely all experiments were carried out when he was conscious. They had already spent a lot of money on him during his recovery, it was a waste to spend even more on someone who could repair any of his damage.
Pain and terror haunted him for six years. He cursed what he used to idolize in himself.
And then he was forced to work for them. In 6 years he had grown accustomed to the constant pain and had already learned to see himself as nothing, sending his consciousness into free floating. Deep in his thoughts, he created a place where he learned to ignore the endless physical torment. But when he was put on his feet and pulled out of this placeā¦ Wesker was even more devastated.
It was unusual for him to suddenly return to normal work, all this created a mess in his head, reality seemed to be nonsense. The usual paperwork after hell? Are you kidding me?!
Morally, he was destroyed. His psyche was severely damaged. Wesker from the "torture room" was locked in a cell that looked like a combination of a room and a laboratory. For fear of being put back on the operating table again, he dutifully began to work and develop various things that BSAA would use in the future. But it wasn't life either. Weakened body, lack of abilities... he wanted to die, but he couldn't afford it, because he was practically immortal. Although, even if he used a weapon that stops regeneration on himself... he still wouldn't kill himself.
Ā«Not hereĀ»
Ā«Not like thisĀ»
At times he thought he was balancing on the fine line between normalcy and insanity. He saw people at best once every two weeks who came to check on his work and were not at all talkative. Wesker had always been convinced he didn't need company, but 12 years without socializing had made him question his beliefs.
Once a month he was provided with food, and then carelessly, because he didn't need food. His body, experiencing hunger, could devour itself and regenerate immediately.
The only reason he was given a room and released from the operating table was because the organization wanted to see what he could offer them. Of course, they didn't stop studying his unusual body and conducting experiments, but Wesker was already in charge of the process himself. Independently amputated his limbs and so on. Only closer to 2019 were these experiments stopped, because they had extracted all possible benefits from his body.
Wesker remotely, horrified, realized that thanks to his body he would live much longer than the average person, if not forever. Which led him to believe that he would be kept in this cage for centuries. BSAA would close, others would take their place, find him, torture him again. And so on in a circle, for all eternity, as long as human society and greed existed. This had to end... but how? A plan was needed, a complex one that could not be unraveled.
His life and existence was a BSAA mystery from 2009-2021. For 12 long years he was not allowed out of the walls of this cell.
Of course he wanted to escape, he had many unrealistic thoughts in his head about it. He was also interested in meeting Chris, aged, changed. To see his reaction, genuine shock rather than the anger he'd reacted to Wesker's earlier 'resurrections'. Is Chris even still alive today? What year is it now?
But this life couldn't go on forever, the BSAA was cracking at the seams. In 2021 it was revealed that they were using B.O.W. soldiers, something Chris couldn't ignore. So he headed over to European headquarters to deal with it - right where his nemesis was located, a complete headache. Chris couldn't accept that his organization, which was fighting biological weapons, would use them. It didn't fit in his head. He had long ago stopped trusting the BSAA, but this was the last straw.
Arriving there, Chris did not expect to meet someone in the basement laboratories whom he had buried a long time ago.
What was he going to do with him? Shoot him in the head without any thought? That would have been logical and in Redfield's character, but over the years he'd stopped being a complete hothead, learned to think first and then act. Gained a little equanimity.
It will turn out that it was Wesker who was involved in the creation of the B.O.W. in BSAA. Especially since these soldiers are improved clones of Chris himself. Who else could have come up with such an idea? Only to a man who thought Chris was "one of his best men".
For the past 6 years, Wesker has been forced to be an advisor to BSAA, sharing all the knowledge and ideas. He might have been able to pull it all off, if only to get back at that organization, turning Chris' anger on it, and turning his attention to himself at the same time. After all, only this "one of his best men" was the only one who could save him. Yes, Wesker was pathetic. He felt he wasn't even worthy of his former name, being so pathetic as to enlist the help of his enemy. But it was the only option. There was no more talk of pride.
However, it didn't matter now, Chris had come here to punish the founders, so their prisoner, their chief counselor, might prove to be the best informant. And an ally.
Natural intuition made Chris believe his former enemy, the biggest manipulator of them all. As if he was definitely not lying now, because he was in such a big asshole that he couldn't let his words sound unconvincing. Earlier, Chris would have easily recognized his lies, but not now. Right now, completely honest and dull eyes were looking at him from beneath translucent glasses. So damn pitiful that Chris automatically assumed the role of the hero rescuing the damsel in distress.
Chris was quickly combine the information together in his head: the situation, the physique, the setting... His opponent had been held hostage by his own ambition, it couldn't help but bring a smile to Redfield's face. But he hid it in his thoughts, because he deemed it inappropriate once he read Wesker's imprisonment papers. Chris had some free time to devote to the situation.
He read about what had been done to Wesker. About all the torture. And Redfield clutched his head, when he got to the description of his ammunition that he'd used against Mold a couple years ago. He was terrified that this weapon had been created in such a gruesome way... through the suffering of his enemy, who, even considering all his guilt, didn't deserve all this. Chris felt that Wesker should have died and rid the world of himself rather than suffer endlessly. Even for him, he thought it was inhumane.
The first thing Wesker said to Chris was: - Now you've taken on the role of captain of the Ā«alphaĀ» too. This jabbed Chris slightly, but he noticed how the hostage said it without malice. Redfield involuntarily remembered 1998, the mansion, the betrayal, the deaths of the Alpha and Bravo group...
The compartment Wesker was in was to him both an office and a laboratory, and a room. A kind of prison, which he could not leave on his own because of his weak physical condition. He was weakened by the daily injections putting his viruses inside his body to sleep.
Releasing him and examining him at arm's length, Chris made sure that in the state Wesker was in now, he posed no danger, just an ordinary disgust. He resembled only a pale copy of his former self.
The BSAA operative dragged him carelessly behind him like some sack of garbage, concerned only with keeping the information in his head intact. But in his mind Chris still held images of what the BSAA bastards were doing here to Wesker. He didn't want to feel sorry for him, but he couldn't control it, Redfield had never been heartless. Initially he had only cared about information, but it wasn't long before he didn't even notice how protective he had become of him. As if a friend, which in truth, he never was. His captive's behavior was different from what Chris remembered. It was different, like a throwback to the past. Perhaps 12 years of imprisonment had had that effect on him.
He was docile, which wasn't surprising, since Wesker had been treated like an object by the organization, and the operating table had been a good teaching moment. Chris couldn't believe that after so many years of hell his former enemy's mind was still intact, that he hadn't lost his mind and was capable of dialog.
Time passed unnoticed during the proceedings with the BSAA about B.O.W., eventually the organization was destroyed and all its equipment, along with Chris's squad, transferred to TerraSave.
Chris during all of this had to sign Wesker into the Hound Wolf Squad as either a prisoner or an advisor. To keep him from getting shut down again, that was the deal. He helps them, they help him. Over time, he was getting back to normal. The food and good company had done their job.
However, Chris didn't know that his new ally hadn't lost all of his strength, and the ones he had were sleeping under the influence of the medicament. But time passed, the medicament slowly stopped working without new doses, and Wesker understood it perfectly well. And felt it. It didn't affect his appearance, so he could play his role for as long as he wanted. But was it a role? Sure he was portraying a courtesy that annoyed Chris to the point of nausea, but it was partially sincere. Having broken with his past at the fault of the BSAA, Wesker could only hope to find a new purpose. After all, as Spencer had raised him, there is no life without purpose.
Therefore, was it so necessary for him to betray Hound Wolf Squad? Would it be beneficial to him? Chris is a strong point. He has no doubt that if he kills Redfield - another will take his place, and will definitely get him into the basement wheel of samsara. So Wesker had no grand plans yet. After all, any of them would be doomed to failure as long as there was anyone in the world capable of resisting.
But Chris risked to give him a goal, which, however, called impossible - to become the best version of himself. To help the Hound Wolf Squad, to work with TerraSave, to use his knowledge for something other than endless failed experiments. Stop being Spencer's failed experiment. The only option Chris would give him a chance at.
Those words stuck in Wesker's head for a long time. Mentioning the old man was like a low blow. Chris knew where it hurt the most.
It had been several years since Wesker had joined Redfield's team. All that time he'd been hiding his abilities so as not to lose the fragile trust in his person. But the truth couldn't help but surface one day....
On one of the missions connected with B.O.W., the blade of an exploding helicopter blew off Wesker's head, and then another piece of debris cut his body in half.
But he didn't die.
Chris was enraged. With resentment, he felt cheated. What else could he have expected?
First, the black mass connected the body, restoring functionality to it, and then this silent carcass picked up the head. It was slow. It looked helpless and creepy. Chris's squad was on edge, but he ordered to wait. The black substance emerged from the base of the neck and attached the head to itself, then the calm expression on the reanimated head changed to horror. Was he in unbearable pain from the newly received oxygen? Or from the fusion of tendons?
When Wesker recovered, he couldn't at first think of a response to Chris' "explain yourself!"
Everyone's fragile trust collapsed, but not Redfield's, for he knew that if his former adversary had wanted to betray him, he would have betrayed him long ago, he wouldn't have let himself be so ridiculously exposed. Especially after all the torture he'd endured. Chris could understand why Wesker was hiding his powers. Redfield had stepped on the same rake of trust again, convincing himself that he had everything under control.
Wesker, ever since the prototype had merged with Uroboros in his body, had acquired a number of flaws, chief among them an unbearable sensitivity to pain. The only time he could not feel pain was when he was BSAA injected with force restraining drugs. But without them, all the disadvantages came out.
Whereas before he could recover from any wound without feeling anything but minor damage, now the pain was so obvious that every regeneration was accompanied by agony. Especially if it was a burn, for heat is a major weakness for Uroboros. The healing places on his body, after that helicopter situation, hurt like hell.
He was closer to human now than he had been before, and Chris seemed to realize that. That was why he hadn't killed him a second time, but had accepted him back into his squad. It was not only a gesture of goodwill, but also a precaution, a way to keep a dangerous object as close to him as possible so he wouldn't do anything.
How long will they have to cut off the heads of hydra in the face of the creators of bioweapons?
- Why do you trust me, Chris?
- I still believe that anyone can become the best version of themselves. We should prioritize fighting for the future to give someone a quiet life that you and I have been robbed of. I know about Project W. Together we can stop new organizations and prevent many tragedies like this from happening again. And you can help us, Wesker. BSAA took away your choice, but I'm giving it to you now.
Wesker at first couldn't find the words to respond, but after a moment he barely audibly whispered: "Thank you."
From a man who never thanked anyone, Chris was shocked to hear that. And he was proud of him. Had he forgiven him? No, his deeds were unforgivable. But Chris wasn't the kind of man who would turn his back on his one chance to make things right, to make things right on Earth, to save someone's life. In this truce, he sees a future that's bright for everyone.
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Suna isnāt the type of person to go out of his way to impress someone. To quit slacking off during practice when he senses Kitaās watchful gaze, sure, but to invest time grooming himself into other peopleās likeness? No way.Ā
Heās secure in himself for the most part, laid back and nonchalant. It wasnāt as if he didnāt put any work into himself, it was just that he only gave effort in areas he cared about or where it was required of him, and that usually didnāt transcend outside the realms of school and volleyball.
Most of the time (when he isnāt slacking off), Suna is practicing getting down a more efficient spike and doing his best to keep up with his agonizing classes. That was the most he cared about in terms of himselfā¦until you had started to talk up a classmate of yours.
Suna was used to getting attention as an athlete, a lot of times indifferent to it. Atsumu was the one who enjoyed that sort of attention more, but heād be lying if he said it wasnāt a blow to his pride when he hears you gush about a guitarist friend of yours. You would seemingly drone on and on about how impressive he was. You swooned, you would say. Guitarists are so cool. Rintaro listened to all your starstricken rants with raised brows and an annoyed look on his face. He couldnāt help but scoff and look away when you once mentioned something about attending one of his gigs.Ā
You were enthusiastic about Sunaās volleyball games, but never had you talked about his plays with such reverence. What was so great about guitarists? You could get all the excitement from a concert at one of Sunaās games. There was no need for you to attend that guyās show. The rush in the stands are pretty much the same youād feel at a concert venue.Ā
āAthletes are obviously better. What does plucking some strings have on power and scoring points?ā
Sunaās mouth curled downward into a small frown as he listened to Atsumuās attempt at trying to pick him up during practice. Suna didnāt mean for it to start getting discussed, but Atsumu, dumbfounded by Sunaās irritable mood, got curious on what could possibly make his very nonchalant teammate soā¦chalant. And so he poked and prodded, making exaggerated comments about his ugly face due to the deep frown on his lips and how he could see the steam coming from his ears until Suna caved in.Ā
āObviously something.āĀ
Rintaro, you should see him play! Heās incredible, it almost has me falling for him. You had joked, but alarm bells were going off in his head, a wave of nausea washing over him and wiping out the remainder of his ego and any sort of nonchalance he was able to feign. That was his final straw.Ā
It was Aran who was the first to find out about Sunaās new hobby when he visited his house one afternoon, staring in surprise at the new addition to his usually unchanging room sitting in the corner.
āWhenād you get a guitar, man?ā
āLast week.ā
āI didnāt know you were interested in playing an instrument.ā
Suna's gaze shifted to the ground as he only gave a shrug in response, because he really wasnāt. At least, not out of a passion for it. He liked listening to music, he didnāt mind listening to other people play, but he himself had never been interested in learning. Well, until he learned about your love for guitarists.Ā
āTheyāre just soā¦.you know?ā
āI donāt.ā
You laughed, even though Suna had meant the words with all the sincerity in the world. And he never got a clear explanation, so now heās taking it upon himself to figure out what makes a couple of chords so impressive.Ā
Heās ready to bash his head into the guitar only a couple of days in. The metal strings on his acoustic were harsh on his fingers and always slipped from their position on the fretboard. He gets down the chord shapes decently quick, which motivate him to immediately move onto barring and suddenly heās back to square one. Transitioning between each chord was also a pain, and donāt get him started on reading sheet music. Injuring his fingers during a game set his progress back a week.
He tries focusing on learning to play your favorite music; solos, riffs and the like. But each tutorial requires another tutorial, and it becomes a vicious pattern of Suna going down a rabbit hole trying to learn one thing after another.Ā
Heās ready to give up on the whole thing and find some way to impress you with volleyball, but the plan to abandon his progress halts after your reaction to him casually bringing up how difficult it was to play.Ā
āWow, Rin, you play? I had no idea! Thatās awesome! Iām sure youāre incredible!āĀ
And suddenly Sunaās back to looking up various tutorials, practicing transitioning between different chords and properly starting out with the basics. He even borrows workbooks from the music rooms to practice outside of school. The patience required of him made his head spin, but it was no matter. He was an athlete with an oblivious crush- patience was his middle name.
Heās surprisingly dedicated, not staying too late after school for volleyball practice and instead opting to work out of his books in the afternoon. Heās gotten farther than he ever expected he would- he even picks up on the language naturally. He doesnāt even realize it until heās ranting to you about some annoying technical details, not even in an attempt to make you fawn over him.
When he turns to look at you, heās caught off guard by the impressed look on your face.
āSounds frustrating. Iām sure youāll get the hang of it soon.ā You said slowly, tilting your head to the side.Ā
Suna admits that despite having a lot to learn and a lot of practice to be doing in order to improve his musicality, heās actually found this new hobby of his decently fun. He was slowly starting to understand the appeal you talked so much about, the satisfaction of being able to play a set of chords correctly reminiscent of hitting a good spike.
But ultimately, itās your almost shy smile and tinted cheeks as you look up at him in admiration that, despite the insane amount of frustration, make Suna glad he decided to pick up guitar.Ā
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Happy pride!!! I would die for a continuation of lady mo please!
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Wei Wuxian is keeping himself upright through sheer force of will and his utter refusal to let Lan Zhan be right about anything.
He has been sort of exhausted lately, but heās been training himself into the ground and keeping to ridiculous Lan morning routines and he has a curse mark slowly killing him, so he thinks heās entitled. He would have made it to the Jin tower just fine if he hadnāt run into Song Lan and had to hunt down a town fierce corpses and fight Xue Yang. That alone would leave most people exhausted, so he has a perfectly good excuse for his vision to be going fuzzy on the edges.
Except heād literally rather fall off his sword and snap his neck then admit that. He canāt even let that happen, because A-Qing is flying on his sword with him, and sheās not even a cultivator. Her bones will break a lot easier than his will.
Heās not even injured. Or, well, not any injuries that count. He once fought off fierce corpses right after having his core ripped out, being tortured, and dropped from a height high enough to kill. Some bruises and cuts are nothing, and they donāt feel like anything now. Maybe he should have let Xue Yang stab him a couple of times. It would have made everything more believable and also would have let him nap with his dignity intact.
They land back at the inn and the rest of the Lans look extremely relieved and then confused when they see their newest additions. Except for Jin Guangyao, who only shows that heās noticed them by raising a single eyebrow and looking to him immediately.
Jin Guangyao is a stone cold bitch thatās too smart for anyoneās own good. Wei Wuxian sort of regrets that theyād never had any reason to really get to know one another during the war. Surely Jin Guangyao could have steered him away from some of his worse decisions.
āWeāre bringing guests,ā he announces to all of them, jumping to the ground and nudging A-Qing to do the same with a guiding hand on her hip. āSong Lan and Xiao Xingchen, who I assume you all already know. And A-Qing. Theyāve had a rough time and weāre going to be very nice to them.ā He looks over to Lan Xichen. āI guess itās a good thing that you brought the carriage. They can ride in there the rest of the way.ā
The awkward silence is broken by Jin Guangyao saying, āMadame Jin is not fond of accommodating extra guests.ā
Madame Jin is going to make Jin Guangyao deal with it because sheās petty that way. Apparently Jin Zixuan plays interference as much as he can, but considering heās no longer fighting fit and the perfect heir he once was, his ability to influence his mother has been similarly reduced.
A politician down to her core. Wei Wuxian might be able to admire it if it didnāt make him hate her so much.
āIām not fond of Madame Jin, so Iām sure it even outs,ā he says carelessly.
Some of the Lan go to the effort to pretend to be appalled but most of them seem to have no problem agreeing, regardless of all the rules of propriety and respecting oneās elders that heās breaking. People take their cue from their leaders and Lan Xichen is straight up just pretending he didnāt say that, probably because he agrees.
Heās treated to the rare sight of Jin Guangyaoās dimples. āCan you at least pretend not to be a menace? I can only put out so many fires at once.ā
āI can pretend,ā he agrees and then A-Qing is faking a coughing fit to hide her giggles.
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Mantisclanās First 33 Moons
Meet Mantisclan! A small clan, formed relatively recently and currently in the shadow of its much larger sister clans, Snailclan and Cricketclan, Mantisclan prides itself on its piousness and devotion to Starclan. Their territory encompasses a wooded area on the border of a twoleg settlement that is split down the middle between the three clans.
Want to know what happened to Mantisclan in the first 33 moons of the story? Keep reading to find out!
Moons 0-10
On the very first moon, Briarmoth, Mantisclanās deputy, got his paw stuck in a twoleg trap! The very next moon the fierce cat succumbed to his injuries and was mourned by his clanmates and appreciated for his devotion to Mantisclan.
In the wake of his death, Quietstar and Bonespeckle would spend a lot of time together reminiscing about Briarmoth and eventually made it official- they were mates! In a show of love and trust between the two cats, Quietstar appointed Bonespeckle as the new deputy of Mantisclan.
On moon three, Mousekit became Mousepaw! He is apprenticed to Quietstar- being so close to the leader makes him nervous, should he bring up the strange dreams heās been having? ā¦Best not to. Itās not like anyone would care anyway. On his first patrol as an apprentice, Mousepaw finds the quickly cooling body of a young, abandoned kit. Saying a short prayer, the patrol buries the small cat and continues on. Mousepaw canāt help but feel this was a bad omen.
On moon four, Mousepaw was bitten by a snake, and succumbed to the venom. As he takes his last breath he takes solace in the fact that at least now the dreams will stop and he will wake up among the stars.
Mousepaw is distraught after being sent to the Place of No Stars. Why was he sent there? Surely this doesnāt have anything to do with the dreams that have been plaguing the tom?
On moon seven Quietstar and Bonespeckle find a single abandoned kit that they decide to adopt together, naming her Sunkit.
Lots of things happened on moon ten!
Bonespeckle agreed to venture with Dovewhisker out onto a frozen pond. Bonespeckle went first while Dovewhisker hung back. Bonespeckle slid around playfully, taunting the other cat to chase her.
She was about to launch another teasing remark when the ice cracked below her paws. Dovewhisker lingered to make sure she didn't surface before running back to camp with a yowl. He had never liked Bonespeckle, and the fact he needed her out of the way in order to access the deputy position was just a pleasant coincidence. Besides, the dreams heād been having lately of the late Mousepaw had been urging him to do something about Bonespeckle.
Larkshade and Quietstar fall into a deep grief, having lost a friend and a lover respectively. After many nights spent mourning her mate, Quietstar finally appoints a new second-in-command.
Dovewhisker.
In her grief-stricken recklessness, Larkshade fought a rogue, and while she drove the trespasser away, she needed to be rushed to the medicine den afterwards.
Moons 11-20
On moon twelve, Quietstar and Larkshade leaned on each other to lessen their shared grief and slowly start moving forward again. A new addition also joins the clan in the form of Bluesky, an abandoned kittypet.
On moon thirteen, Larkshade just couldnāt fight her wounds any more and succumbed to her injuries. As she makes her way to Starclan, she takes solace in the fact that she will be reunited with Bonespeckle and Briarmoth.
Sunkit also becomes Sunpaw! And Quietstar couldnāt be prouder as she assigns the cat she trusts the most to teach her daughter. Dovewhisker.
On moon seventeen, another new cat joins the clan! This time bringing with her three kittens. Meet Breeze (Echokit, Locustkit and Branchkit not pictured)
On moon nineteen, Sunpaw becomes Sunsap and injures her leg in a twoleg trap, causing Quietstar to panic. She canāt lose another cat like this. Not again.
On moon twenty, after a long struggle with greencough, Quietstar succumbs, losing a life to the disease. Facing death has a different effect on every cat. For Quietstar, they have now realised that she-cat no longer describes them. They are much happier now, feeling as though they have a new lease on life.
Echokit refuses once again to go out and play, his joints swollen and painful. Itās becoming clear this is not an isolated instance, and Echokit might need some help. He is diagnosed by Blisseyes with chronic joint pain.
Moons 21-33
The very next moon, his sister is diagnosed with persistent headaches. The chronic illness siblings!
On moon twenty two, Sunsapās mangled leg is looking much better and seems to have healed well. Quietstar is extremely relieved.
Another queen joins the clan on this moon! Meet Fumble (Thistlekit, Tadpolekit and Ospreykit not pictured).
On moon twenty three, Breezeās kits became apprentices! Meet Locustpaw, Echpaw and Branchpaw.
Along with the rank-ups, a new loner joined the clan!
On moon twenty five Perditofog joins the clan with her kits (Stemkit and Magnoliakit, not pictured)
During moon twenty seven, an apprentice from Snailclan defected to join Mantisclan. The very next moon she graduated, earning the name Mumblecrackle.
During moon twenty eight Fumbleās litter became apprentices! Meet Tadpolepaw, Thistlepaw and Ospreypaw.
The next moon, Breezeās kits became warriors, earning the names Locustpond, Branchheart and Echodapple.
On moon thirty, Dovewhiskerās tail healed from a previous run-in with a dog but was left permanently scarred. Deciding to retire due to his growing age and the fact he could influence the clan just as well as a respected senior, he moves to the elderās den.
Bluesky is appointed deputy in his place.
While on patrol, Quietstar, Tadpolepaw, Echodapple, Peter Pangrove and Branchheart hear desperate screams coming from a nearby lake. Upon seeing the twoleg and the screeching bag they are holding, Echodapple just can't take it. He jumps into action without waiting for the rest of the patrol to back him up and he pays the price. Grabbed by the scruff and thrown hard onto the floor, the only thing the rest of the patrol can do is grab Echodapple and flee back to the safety of Mantisclan. Echodapple suffers serious head injuries.
On moon thirty one the Perditofog kits become apprentices! Meet Stempaw and Magnoliapaw.
Also this moon, Sunsap fought a big dog and was seriously injured.
Now youāre all caught up!
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Obey Me Brothers with PokƩmon
Lucifer's PokƩmon
Houndoom: Houndoom was found by Cerberus injured and abandoned. Was then taken in by Lucifer, however he is to prideful to admit he did it out of concern and claims it's because Cerberus needed a friend.
Lycanroc (Midnight): Was Lucifer's first PokƩmon and was a Rockruff during his time in the Celesial Realm. During the war Rockruff had evolved to protect Lucifer and in the end joined his Master in Devildom.
Galarian Ponyta: Diavolo had gifted Lucifer the Ponyta as a gift per Mammon, and Leviathanās request.
Extra: Lucifer uses a Luxury Ball for both of his PokƩmon because it matches his suit. The Ponyta was to tease Lucifer for the unicorn sticker. Diavolo didn't know about Mammon and Leviathan's ulterior intentions and just wanted to give Lucifer a gift.
Mammon's PokƩmon
Gimmighoul: This PokƩmon usually gets left in shop corners since no one realizes it's actually a PokƩmon. Mammon was no exception and mistook this PokƩmon for a full chest of grimm that was somehow in the human world. Didn't have the heart to sell it since it is alive, so he ended up keeping it. May or may not occasionally give Grimmighoul grimm if he is feeling generous.
Meowth: Mammon went searching for one after reading the PokƩdex entries. Mammon gets into more trouble because of his Meowth's behavior when around grimm or any other shiny objects. Mammon helps keep Meowth's coin clean and shiny.
Togepi: Mammon had found Togepi as an egg during a trip to the human world. Had no clue what PokƩmon it was at first and attempted to sell it but was caught by MC who convinced him to keep it. MC, Mammon and his brothers made sure to keep the egg away from Beel, even though the younger brother wanted to come see the egg. They just couldn't risk it. Sorry, Beel. They did let him watch it hatch though... Through a window, just in case.
Extra: Uses a Premier Ball for all his PokƩmon. Had asked Diavolo to have some to use, which the Demon Lord agreed to happily.
Leviathan's PokƩmon
Empoleon: Leviathan had found Empoleon as a Piplup a week after falling into Devildom. This PokƩmon helped him cope when he couldn't go to his brothers.
Magikarp: Mammon had found the Magikarp in a pond in Devildom a few weeks after getting the House of Lamentation in Devildom and brought it to Leviathan seeing as Levi had a huge empty tank. Magikarp had eaten an Everstone that was at the bottom of Leviathan's tank. Leviathan still doesn't know.
Shiny Milotic: Was bought off someone when he and MC went into the human world. The human thought she was ugly looking and didn't want her anymore.
Extra: Leviathan uses a Dive Ball for his PokƩmon... What did you expect? Milotic was a Feebas when taken in by Leviathan.
Satan's PokƩmon
Shiny Espeon, and Non-Shiny Umbreon: There were two Eevees that Satan had found with NB!MC after one of his outbursts. Satan knew Lucifer wouldn't want him to keep them. So that's what he did. Lucifer wasn't happy with the new additions at first, mostly because it was a last minute thing. However, because Satan was responsible and took good care of them he let the Avatar of Wrath go.
Purrloin: MC had given the Purrloin to Satan since the feline PokƩmon seemed to like him. Purrloin wasn't MC's PokƩmon and was given to her by a nursery worker.
Extra: Satan uses a Friend Ball for his PokƩmon to match his Sin, and because he sees his PokƩmon as his only real friends who can understand him. His PokƩmon help him when his sin acts up.
Asmodeus' PokƩmon
Gardevoir: Asmodeus had Gardevoir as a Ralts in the Celesial Realm, which evolved into a Kirlia sometime before the war. During the war Kirlia evolved into Gardevoir to protect Asmodeus but ended up falling down with him in the process. Gardevoir doesn't regret falling down with his Master.
Sylveon: Asmodeus had begged Satan to join him to get himself an Eevee when he saw Satan with two. Asmodeus regularly asks Satan to do photoshoots with their Eeveelutions and usually brings NB!MC along with them.
Audino (Audinite): Asmodeus was given Audino by Solomon who had found her in an abandoned village. Solomon had also decided to give Asmodeus an Audinite when he realized how close the two got seeing as he didn't need it anymore.
Extra: Asmo uses a Love Ball for his PokƩmon because they match his asthetic and his PokƩmon. Asmodeus' Gardevoir is a male. Asmodeus has his Mega Stone as an earring. Wanted to put the Audinite as a matching earring but decided against it because he didn't know if piercing the Pokemon's ears would be good or not, so he made a bracelet for her instead. Asmo loves making clothing for his PokƩmon and his brother's.
Beelzebub's PokƩmon
Lucario (Lucarionite): Beelzebub had Lucario as a Riolu in the Celestial realm, who eventually evolved into a Lucario before the war. Lucario had mega evolved to protect Beelzebub and Belphegor. Lucario feels guilty to this day because of Lilith's death, knowing his Master misses her and blames himself. Beel never blamed Lucario for what happened to Lilith.
Snorlax: Beelzebub and Lucario had found him as a Munchlax who was very hungry. Beel feeling sorry and understanding the feeling of being hungry, fed the small PokƩmon. The Munchlax kept coming back until finally Beel decided to take him in... His brothers weren't very happy to feed two Avatar's of Gluttony especially once Munchlax evolved into Snorlax. But didn't have the heart to take Snorlax away.
Extra: Beelzebub uses a Heavy Ball for his PokƩmon. Lucario used to be in a regular PokƩball but was transferred to a Heavy Ball to match with Snorlax. Beelzebub kept Lucario's old PokƩball and has it in a glass case in his room. Beelzebub and Lucario have matching gloves for their Mega Stones. Beel was given a Lucarionite when his Lucario was still a Riolu.
Belphegor's PokƩmon
Musharna: Musharna had appeared beside Belphegor's head one night during his stay at the Demon Lord's castle after the war and just seemed to linger near the Avatar of Sloth. They've been inseparable since.
Gengar: Belphegor and Musharna had found Gengar when he was locked in the attic. Gengar was mortified when he watched Belphegor kill MC seeing as the human genuinely wanted to help Belphegor. MC helped Belphie and Gengar get back together.
Extra: Belphegor uses a Dream Ball for his PokƩmon. Musharna was also horrifed to see Belphie kill MC but knew why he did it and couldn't get herself to leave her Master. She was quick to comfort Belphegor when he realized MC was Lilith's decendant.
Work in progress, just random thoughts nothing professional or anything. Doing some side characters next! I'm done for today though.
#obey me#obey me brothers#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me x pokemon#obey me x pokƩmon#obey me with pokemon#obey me brothers with pokemon#obey me crossover#pokemon crossover
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The Storm Before the Calm
~Ok, I'm finally getting on that MK1 cringe! Got ALOT of inspiration from these lovely creators and their combined arts of "oops, Kung Lao's dead again" works. And the brainworm is demanding that I finally put this into writing so, here we are! Once again, huge shoutout to these lovely artists who gave me the inspiration and please do check them out!~
@helsensm // @novicedraws // @randyzorra // @d3rpydoods
~Before we continue just wanted to put some mild context to ensure this makes sense. This isn't part of some long-winded series, so you might as well think you've flipped open a book and started reading in the middle of the story. Fire God Liu Kang starts getting deja vu as certain coincidences and events start playing out that are too eerily similar to how things played out during the MK9 game (Raiden getting a message from his future self and trying to interpret in time what that message meant to save the future - long story short: nearly everyone died and no one came out alright :D). All roads were seemingly leading to Kung Lao dying in his timeline and Liu Kang struggled on how to cope and deal with this. On one hand, he did not want his friend-ā¦His new teacherā¦To die, especially since he tried so hard to tailor make this timeline to ensure everyone got a happy ending.
Yet, at the same time, he refused to stoop down to Kronika's level and start altering the timeline until it was his "perfect" utopia. However, his fears and suspicion about the situation become even more realized when Raiden gets gravely injured and the only thing that prevented him from kneeling over was the thunder amulet infused with his person (and some other magical shit, idk). From this, Raiden gains his iconic white hair, and this gives Liu Kang a heart attack. To make a long story short, Kung Lao ends up dying at the hands of the villains (In this short story, it's assumed that Shang Tsung is wholly responsible or had a hand in his death), Raiden is going through the stages of grief, but he's going down the same dark path as the previous Raiden, now becoming Dark Raiden. And Liu Kang has to finally interfere.~
Still confused? Too late, now on to the story! Next // Wilted Cherry Blossoms, Dark Thunderstorms, Burning Hopes: Remastered Characters: Raiden, Kenshi, Johnny Cage, Liu Kang, Shang Tsung, Mentions Kung Lao, Raiden's Sister (named her Fuji :D)
Word Count - 6,094 Ships: Raiden/Kung Lao - Hints of Kenshi/Johnny Cage
Warnings: Canon Typical Violence (but with less blood), Character Death
It was over.
It was done.
They stopped Shang Tsung and his nefarious plot; it was over. This was the part where everyone patted each other on the back, did a whole hoopla about "the power of friendship saved the day," locked up the villain, and went home. But maybe that time was lost a long time ago. Ever sinceā¦
Ever since Kung Lao died.
Aside from Johnny, Kung Lao always knew how to lift everyone's spirits, that didn't involve excessive Hollywood references that most of them didn't get. His self-confidence and pride always seemed to ooze onto everyone else. If Lao says he can do it, then so can we! It hurt everyone when he was unceremoniously slain by General Shao and Shang Tsung, a clean cut to his neck with his own weapon. And you know, it wasn't until that day that Liu Kang was gravely reminded that these men never had to experience death in such a manner. Each of them knew how to fight, added to the additional training they got with the monks at the Wu Shi Academy. But Liu Kang never taught them how to kill, to maim, to perform the one act no ordinary person should ever have to do.
When Kung Lao died, it shocked everyone. The only one seemingly keeping themselves together was Kenshi. Coming from his Yakuza background, he has done plenty of dirty that he wasn't proud of. But Johnny? Liu Kang still remembers the reviving actor's disbelief, trying his damndest to do all he could for Kung Lao, even pleading with Liu Kang on what to do. But perhaps the one person who was hurt the most that day was Raiden. They were friends, childhood friendsā¦lovers, evenā¦Liu Kang can never scrub away the scene of Raiden being the first to notice his friend wasn't getting up (he was the closest to the body) and slowly descending to hold his boyfriend tightly. Raiden blocked out the world at that moment; the rest of the crew had to step in and finish the fight while Raiden grieved over his friend.
And things were never the same after that.
It was over.
It was done.
Kenshi and Johnny already shackled the unconscious Shang Tsung and started tending to their wounds. There was silence between them as they repaired themselves, barely making glances to the other. It wasn't until Kenshi spoke up, pointing out that Johnny was wrapping the bandage wrong and took the reigns in patching the star up. Johnny didn't put up a fuss. In a small way, he's kinda glad Kenshi said something. To break the silence and bring back that camaraderie they once had before. Feeling Kenshi touch him again, a wave of memories started flooding back to Johnny. The days when the 4 of them (Johnny, Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden) were always in each other's spaces. Arms thrown over each other's shoulders, whenever they were in a goofy mood; they were always leaning against the one nearest to them. That intimacy, he misses it.
"There," Kenshi softly says, completing the last patch on Johnny to ensure it wouldn't get infected.
Johnny couldn't help but return a sad smile and nod, "Thanks, Kenshi."
Then the silence began again as they both sat in silence, waiting for Raiden and Liu Kang to return once they were done with what Johnny called "the super laser beam like in that one Marvelā¢ movie." When they heard the sound of roiling thunder, that was their cue that the other pair had returned. Kenshi was the first to look up to see Raiden floating high above them, with black clouds shadowing him. It was a near-terrifying sight. His glowing eyes and hair, the crackles of lightning sparking off him, and the foreign look of godly contempt that was plastered on his face. Doesn't help too, that they each learned some time ago who Raiden was before Liu Kang altered the timeline. With this display of power, Raiden might as well be a god.
"Hey, Raiden, no need to worry! We had this one in the bag." Johnny gestures over to Shang Tsung, still enjoying his dirt nap. "He'll be going away for good once we figure out what our version of Arkham Asylum should be for the bastard."
Kenshi scoffs and shakes his head slightly, but it wasn't one out of annoyance. He knows what Johnny is trying to do, lightening the mood.
Raiden, however, does not reciprocate; remaining still as a statue in the air. Kenshi stares back at Raiden, anxious about what the thunder go-his friend, was thinking.
"ā¦Hey, Raid-bro, we were told there was a chance of blue sunny skies when coming out here. Care to move the dark clouds out the way?" Johnny tries again with being jovial, but Kenshi can hear the hint of anxious tension in his tone.
After another long silence, Raiden finally descends, but where he was going was toward Shang Tsung. Johnny and Kenshi rise from their seated area as they closely watch Raiden slowly meeting the ground. By the time Raiden reached the surface, almost as if on cue, Shang Tsung started to stir awake, perhaps thanks to the constant thunder cracking in the area. Shang Tsung was already a beaten mess, with dried blood and dirt caked on his freckled face. His brown eyes meet with Raiden's glowing white eyes, and he has the gall to smirk at him. The prisoner readjusts himself, sitting straight up as he leaned against a tree.
"Love what you did with your hair, Raiden." Of fucking course, Shang had to go there.
Kenshi and Johnny both do their best to not flinch and cringe upon hearing that, knowing full well that it struck a nerve with Raiden, even if the farm boy wasn't showing it.
And as if Shang was further egg-ing Raiden on, he starts looking around, as if he's expecting someone to be here, but they happened to be missing. "Now, where is that pompous, hat-throwing circus act you often dragged along with you? Called in sick?"
"That's enough, Shang Tsung. Don't let us muffle you too." Johnny was the first to speak on everyone's behalf, his rising anger apparent as he growled.
Shang ignored Johnny, his eyes still trained on Raiden, meeting him eye-to-eye. "Oh~, don't beat yourself up for his departure, Raiden. You can rest easy that he died a prideful fool who didn't know when too much was enough."
"Hey, shut the fuck up!"
There was a one-sided back & forth, Shang Tsung constantly taunting the quiet Raiden while Johnny was trying to get Shang Tsung to stop talking. Eventually, Johnny starts grabbing the sorcerer by his ruffed-up shirt and tries intimidating him into keeping his mouth shut.
There are benefits to being half-blind and wearing a blindfold. Kenshi has been looking head, seemingly staring into nothing and nowhere, but the sight that Sento gave him allowed him to keep his peripherals on Raiden. Watching him closely to ensure that he doesn't do anything stupid. And Kenshi would be right to watch Raiden because the younger man started to approach the arguing pair.
Kenshi steps in front of Raiden, "Whatever you're thinking, don't."
"Get out of my way, Kenshi," Raiden's voice was like a coming storm, eager to wreak havoc on anyone and anything that stood in its way.
Kenshi had to choose his words wisely, one wrong move or phrase and he will erupt. They've seen it happen more than once. "Please, at least let us wait for Liu Kang before-"
"Ha! Still letting that proclaimed Fire God lead you around on a leash, Raiden?"
Kenshi now physically cringes before making a sharp turn toward Johnny, "Shut him up!" Kenshi can see sparks crackling of Raiden and he further obscures his view of Shang Tsung. "Raiden, he's trying to get into your head. Don't let him!"
"He knew, you know? Liu Kang? For someone who altered the timeline to fit his "perfect vision," a lot of strange coincidences have been happening as of late. I mean, I became a sorcerer when I was supposed to be a beggar. And you were a simple farm boy. But look at you now, a master of the storms and the skies," Shang Tsung side-eyes Raiden deviously, "He must've known that Kung Lao was going to die."
"Get out of my way!" the air starts to pick up, his hair and clothes ruffling in the wind, and more lightning static bounces off Raiden.
"Ok, time for your muzzle, dog," Johnny approaches with a mask-like device meant to silence individuals who wear it. As he tries to place the mask on Shang Tsung, the sorcerer hits him square in the dick (a technique he has learned to adopt later down the line thanks to the foolish actor), causing Johnny to have the wind knocked out of him as he backs away a couple steps. "N-not cool, man! Not cool!"
But this landed Shang Tsung a couple more minutes. "He could've prevented it, Raiden. Kung Lao may have died at the General's hands, but you know who truly caused his demise? Liu Kang could've stopped it all from happening. He went through all the effort to neuter you and me. Because of his biases over a timeline that no longer exists! He claims that he "doesn't interfere with affairs" because he wants us to become masters of our own fates, but we were never in control of it to begin with. Liu Kang decided for himself what we should be; all I did was defy his logic and plan."
"JOHNNY!" Kenshi shouts as he tries to hold Raiden back, the young man now struggling to get past the blind swordsman.
"I'm working on it!" Johnny replies as he hurries back to Shang Tsung with the mask.
"I SAID GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!" Raiden screams.
He can feel it. He can feel the amulet infused into his body responding to his anger, his grief, and his drive for vengeance. The condensed storms locked away in that amulet desire to give Raiden that release. Kenshi grunts as he starts feeling shocks ripple through him while holding tight onto Raiden.
"RAIDEN DON'T LISTEN TO HIM; YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS!"
"Liu Kang could've saved your friend, Raiden. You know this as much as I do. He has the power to do so; he simply didn't use it. All under the idea of restraint. That's what makes you and I so powerful. We're not afraid to take the power we're given and use it to its nigh limits. The one who you should be angry at is the man who calls himself a friend to you."
Finally, Johnny wraps the mask around Shang Tsung, silencing him until it's eventually removed. But the damage was done. It wasn't until now that Johnny noticed that Liu Kang still hadn't arrived.
"Where's Liu? Kenshi, where's Liu!" Johnny says as he anxiously watches the struggle between Raiden and Kenshi.
Kenshi doesn't get a moment to entertain an answer as Raiden yells at the top of his lungs, a bust of electrifying energy emitting from him, from the amulet, knocking both Earthrealm warriors back a considerable distance. The pair lang roughly on the soil in an audible groan as they jerk and hiss at the shocking ripples still assaulting their bodies. Kenshi was the first to slightly recover, but it must've been some time before he regained his senses because when Kenshi frantically looked for where Raiden had gone, he saw the thunder wielder punching Shang Tsung to a bloody pulp.
"Raiden, ugh! Raiden, stop!" It hurts for Kenshi to get up, but he ushers all the strength he still has and rushes over to Raiden.
Kenshi rips Raiden off of Shang Tsung and doesn't bother to look the sorcerer over (that's what he gets for running his mouth), keeping his attention wholly on his friend (and his hand on the hilt of Sento).
"Raiden, we've been over this. Please, don-"
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!!"
Kenshi isn't given a moment to calm the man down as bolts of lightning come arcing towards the swordsman. Kenshi dodges out of the way, unsheathing Sento in the process; the line of shocking energy completely decimates a nearby tree. The time for words was over; now it's time to, in Johnny's words, bring out the "Hulk Buster."
Raiden raises his hand to the grey skies above, capturing lightning in his hand before hurling various sparks at Kenshi. The swordsman goes on the defensive, dodging and ducking behind cover, trying to avoid actively harming Raiden. But the more he placed distance between him and Raiden, the more Kenshi was bobbing and weaving past his thunderous attacks. Kenshi would be mildly saved as Johnny surprises Raiden by grabbing him from behind and trying to restrain him.
"Raiden, pull it together, man! We don't want to hurt you!" Johnny struggles to say, the shocks of lightning constantly snapping at him.
Kenshi rushes out of hiding and builds up momentum, hoping to get one good, non-lethal, strike in to knock Raiden out.
"Where the hell are you, Liu Kang..." Kenshi muttered to himself, slightly out of breath as he was exerting all his power into running and reaching Raiden as soon as possible. "Johnny! Hold him down, just a bit longer!"
"I'm-ACK, FUCK!" Johnny shouts as he feels another shock of electricity course through him, "I'M FUCKING TRYING!"
Raiden was howling like an animal, trying to shock Johnny off him. Lightning bolts were falling out of the sky as it struck the grounds around them, destroying everything it touched. It was almost like the lightning strikes were even chasing Kenshi as every bolt of lightning was always some inches away from hitting the swordsman.
He was close, almost there, just a bit more.
Raiden finally throws Johnny off him, elbowing him sharply in his face. Conjuring every bit of power of the storm, Raiden fried Johnny. The pained screams from the actor nearly shake Kenshi to his core.
"JOHNNY!!" Kenshi screams.
Raiden notices the swordsman approaching and disrupts his abuse of his friend to focus on Kenshi, redirecting the powerful blast and hurling it at the blind swordsman. Guided by Sento, Kenshi locks himself in a blocked battle with Raiden's powerful lightning attack, locked in a Harry Potter wand duel as Sento protects Kenshi from the attack. The mystical powers of Sento was able to withstand the ever-present assault, but Raiden was unhinged, not withholding the full potential of the thunder amulet. Then the impossible happens.
Sento cracks.
Kenshi quickly rolls out of the way and tries to get to safety before Raiden completely breaks Sento. But Raiden saw this coming, using his other hand to conjure a whip-like lightning bolt at Kenshi, lassoing him and dragging him to the ground, before giving the swordsman a devastating shock.
"Raiden!"
For once, the farm boy actually stops his assault. Leaving Kenshi and Johnny unconscious after constantly being shocked to near death. Raiden looked behind him, and there he was.
Liu Kang.
The Fire God stares at the scene in utter shock, eyes darting between the sizzling Johnny and equally as cooked Kenshi. Raiden, eyes & hair slowly dimming in brightness, keeps his eyes trained on Liu Kang.
'He could've prevented it, RaidenĀ -Ā Liu Kang could've stopped it all from happening - Liu Kang could've saved your friend, Raiden. You know this as much as I do.'
Shang Tsung's words echo in Raiden's head.
"...Did you know he was going to die?" Raiden, for the first time, speaks coherently. Possessing the soft voice that he's known for.
"What? Raiden, what hap-"
"ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!" In that same instance, Raiden's voice booms like thunder (even the skies above respond, crackling thunder in the distance with his anger), his white hair and eyes glowing brightly. "YOU KNEW KUNG LAO WAS GOING TO DIE, DIDN'T YOU!!" Raiden points his electrifying finger at Liu Kang accusingly.
Liu Kang's mouth opens and shuts before he finally answers Raiden. "...Certain circumstances and events that transpired hinted that Kung Lao could die. But not once did I know for certain that Kung Lao would meet his untimely death."
There's a long, silent pause between the two; only the roaring wind breaks the stillness. Liu Kang dares to break his eyes away from Raiden, looking for the one Kenshi and Johnny were supposed to contain, Shang Tsung. It looked like in the scuffle, he used that opportunity to get away, his hairpin lying on the ground dirtied with blood and dirt. Whatever Shang Tsung said to Raiden, it riled the former thunder god. Liu Kang kicks himself for being unconscious for so long. The device he and Raiden went to disable knocked the wind out of him and rendered Liu Kang out of commission for a moment. When he awakened on the vacant platform the device was on, Raiden was gone.
Liu Kang looks back at Raiden, the man's head now facing the ground, fists balled. The next thing that comes out of Raiden's mouth breaks the Fire Gods' heart.
"Why did you let him die," his voice cracks, and Liu can hear the tears Raiden shed.
"Raiden...I..."
"Even if you didn't know fully that Kung Lao would die, why didn't you tell us! Why didn't you save him? Or let us help you save him!" Raiden sobs, his knees feeling weak.
"...I did all I could, Raiden. I tried to protect him...But I couldn't shelter him. I had to trust that Kung Lao would make the choices necessary to follow his own path. I wasn't going to take that choice from him."
"How would he know what path to take if YOU NEVER TELL HIM WHERE IT WILL LEAD HIM!!!" Another sound of roiling thunder, lighting sparking off Raiden as he snaps his head toward Liu Kang. "You could've told him, us, what could've happened! You could've stopped this!"
"I did not want to burden you with the knowledge I knew and felt!" Liu Kang raises his voice, not to match his anger, but because the winds were picking up and the thunder was practically deafening him. "I didn't want you or him to spend every waking moment; questioning each move you took, each decision you made! I wanted both of you to become masters of your own fate!"
'He claims that he "doesn't interfere with affairs" because he wants us to become masters of our own fates, but we were never in control of it to begin with. Liu Kang decided for himself what we should be.'
"No...NO!!" Raiden shouts as he slings a lightning bolt at Liu Kang. A shot the Fire God effortlessly dodges.
"Raiden, please!"
"YOU CREATED THIS TIMELINE. THIS NEW UNIVERSE! YOU COULD'VE PREVENTED THIS! YOU HAVE THE POWER TO, I KNOW YOU DO!"
Another reckless throw of a lightning bolt, scorching a nearby tree as Liu Kang steps out of the line of fire. "Raiden, please, you have to understa-"
"I LOVED HIM, LIU KANG! WITH ALL MY HEART, I LOVED HIM!!! AND YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME! YOU DID THIS TO ME!!"
Raiden rips open his shirt, revealing the amulet fused with his person, a permanent reminder of the trauma everyone endured...That he endured...
"BRING HIM BACK! BRING HIM BACK TO ME!" Raiden's feet crackle with electrifying power as he lunges towards him, performing a move Liu Kang knows far too well as Raiden flies at him like a speeding torpedo, locking Liu Kang as they both collide into various trees.
Liu Kang grunts as their movement is halted by a large rock, but he's not given a moment of reprieve as Raiden starts socking him in the face multiple times. Screaming phrases that Liu Kang could not focus enough to bear their meaning. He's then thrown about in a large circle, and when Raiden releases his grip, Liu Kang goes flying again.
Liu Kang crash lands into a nearby lake. It takes him some time to gather his strength to swim out of the waters. He coughs and spits out blood, Raiden isn't holding back, the powers of the amulet having provided him with strength and vigor. But he was still mortal. Liu Kang can take a beating, but one wrong move and a bit of force; and Liu could kill Raiden. Liu Kang assesses his surroundings, mainly looking for where Raiden has gone or where Raiden could potentially come from.
Fortunately, Raiden's rageful cries gave him away as he came crashing down like a speeding bullet from the sky toward Liu Kang. Hoping to catch him in a flying kick maneuver. Liu Kang was able to block the attack, the force of the kick skidding them both further from the lake that Kang emerged from. There is a back-and-forth between the skilled fighters as each attack is swiftly blocked by the other. Well, more like Liu Kang was the one being swift. Raiden was filled with hatred and rage, his attacks were more akin to a wild animal attacking and defending itself.
Liu Kang had to hold back. Unlike Kenshi, who somewhat matched his power level, one wrong flaming fist and Raiden could be K.O-ed to his grave.
"Raiden, I am not your enemy. Everything I did for Kung Lao, I'veĀ alwaysĀ had you in mind! Whatever Shang Tsung told you-"
"Oh yeah, go ahead!" Raiden opened his palms and bent his fingers, colliding his hands on each opposite side of Liu Kang's head, sending shocks of electricity to his head and disorienting the Fire God as his ears started to ring. "Blame it all on Shang Tsung! Blame every single problem and inconvenience on the fucking sorcerer! Because gods forbid you take any responsibility for yourself and own up to the fuck up THAT YOU MADE!"
Raiden grabs Liu Kang in a crushing hug and sends both of them flying in the sky, high enough for Raiden to send a highly concentrated bolt of lighting onto Liu Kang; Raiden being able to withstand such powerful energies. Liu Kang screams in anguish as he's tased ten times over, and then thrown back to the earth below. Liu Kang leaves a crater where he landed and for a moment, doesn't move from his spot.
It took every fiber of his being and willpower to slowly get himself back on his feet. Liu Kang didn't even have to look to know that Raiden was behind him. Between gasps, coughs, and hacking up blood, Liu Kang tries to plead with Raiden.
"...Raiden...I don't want to hurt you...I know you're...Grieving. He meant everything to you as you did to him...But Kung Lao wouldn't want us to fight. Not like this..."
There was a long pause, yet again.
"Don't you dare tell me what Kung Lao would've wanted. You don't get to speak for him or anyone, like you always do!"
"Raiden-"
"You think you know what Kung Lao would've wanted when you knew nothing about him. Not like I did. Do you want to know what Kung Lao would've wanted? You want to hear it from someone WHO ACTUALLY FUCKING KNOWS HIM!?! Let me tell you!"
Raiden forcefully turns Liu Kang to face him before clocking him in the face.
"Kung Lao would've wanted to know how he was going to die so that he could prevent it!"
Another crack.
"He would've thanked you for trusting him with this knowledge so that he could come back home with me in peace!"
Another crack, blood staining his knuckles.
"HE WOULD'VE WANTED TO LIVE WITH ME. SPEND THE REST OF HIS LIFE WITH ME! HIS FUCKING BOYFRIEND!"
Another crack after Liu Kang weakly tries to block his other fist attack.
"HE WOULD'VE WANTED TO DIE PEACEFULLY. WITH ME BY HIS SIDE! NOT IN A FUCKING REALM THAT HE DOESN'T BELONG TO, FACING DOWN A HORNED-FACED FUCKER AND THAT DAMNABLE SORCERER! TO ONLY DIE BECAUSE THEY USED HIS WEAPON AGAINST HIM! LEAVING HIM TO BLEED ON THE DIRT!"
Another crack, an uppercut that sends Liu Kang stumbling back some feet.
Liu Kang spits out another glob of blood mixed with saliva. "We all can't choose how we die, Raiden."
"Yet, you chose for him to die there."
Something within Liu Kang snaps, anger was boiling. "Kung Lao chose to not listen to me when I asked him to not interfere, Raiden!" Liu Kang tries to hold back the poison he truly wanted to emit.
One too many times has he heard this. How Liu Kang was the reason Tarkat exists. How it's his fault that Kitana and Mileena's mother was dead. How it was his fault that Shang Tsung and Quan Chi were in deplorable working and living conditions. How it's his fault that Reptile and Smoke lost their loved ones. How it's his fault that events and circumstances that did not go in their favor, even if it was out of everyone's hands, wasĀ HIS FAULT.
He was tired of it. Tired of explaining his reason for not keeping the position as the Keeper of Time. Tired of defending himself against the actions and motives that others have. Tired of expressing how while he may have remade this timeline and altered events, he never once had it planned to control the lives of mortals; leaving their motives and fates in their own hands and suffering the consequences of doing so.
Red and blue flames start to erupt from his arms where his draconic tattoos were printed, his eyes giving off a godly glow.
"I already told you why I withheld that information from him. I wanted him to have peace. Both of you, to have peace." Liu Kang tries his best to keep his calmly attitude as he picks himself up.
"And how do you know he wouldn't be at peace if he at least knew what was coming!?!" Raiden spits back at him
"And how would you?"
Even with his soothing voice, he definitely struck a cord with Raiden as he goes for a swing at Liu Kang. This time, Liu Kang grabs his fist and twists it, not enough to break the bone, but to cause painful strain.
Raiden shouted in mild pain as he tried to swing his other free hand at Liu Kang. Similarly, Liu blocks the attack, grabbing his wrist and unintentionally burning him slightly.
"Raiden, I'm not going to say this again. Stop this." Liu Kang looks Raiden dead in the eyes. Despite his calm face, there was a silent roaring flame behind his features. The kind of look that screams "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you give me reason to."
Yet, Raiden did not listen. He headbutts Liu Kang successfully, forcing Liu Kang back with a bleeding nose. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. In a fit of rage, Liu Kang yells as he punches Raiden square in the face. He didn't use his full godly strength, but it sent Raiden flying through multiple trees before slamming against one tree trunk. Liu Kang huffs and puffs, the anger slowly dying down and the realization of what he did quickly coming to him.
"Raiden!" Liu cries as he rushes as fast as he can to the former thunder god.
When he found his body, Liu Kang feared the worst. It happened as the old Raiden said. They were always destined to fight, to kill each other, and Liu Kang couldn't avoid it in this timeline. But the moment he heard Raiden's labored breaths, Liu Kang felt an overwhelming relief wash over him.
"Raiden! Raiden, I'm so sorry! I didn't- I didn't mean to," Liu Kang was stumbling over his words as he held Raiden upright, unsure of how serious his wounds were.
Raiden was going through the shock of it, breathing not only labored but in quick succession. Liu Kang tried to help Raiden match his breathing, to calm him down from the pain and shock.
"Are you," Raiden swallows between shaking breaths and stuttering speech, "Are you going to l-let me die? Like you did Lao?"
Liu Kang meets Raiden eye to eye. Raiden was bleeding from his head, streams of red running down his face with twigs and sticks entangled in his white hair. He's never going to let this go. Whatever Shang Tsung told him, it infected him like a parasite. As long as Raiden lived and breathed, Kung Lao's death will always be Liu's fault.
...Unless...
Liu Kang huffs, he never thought he would have to do this again, not since Shujinko. Liu Kang positions Raiden as comfortably as possible as one would be leaning against a tree with multiple broken bones and aching muscles.
"No, I want to grant you peace. I know that you don't want to hear this...But Kung Lao would've wanted you to find peace with his departure."
Liu Kang starts building up flames that run up his arms, performing the many monastic dances he learned from the previous timeline and the current. As the flames roared, they soon floated to Raiden and encompassed him. They never burned him. Raiden tries to crawl away from the dancing flames, believing them to char him to a crisp.
"Kung Lao would've wanted you to look fondly on your friendship and love, and seek to replicate that love with others. He would've wanted you to live happily, even if he wasn't there to provide you with that happiness."
"L-Liu Kang, what are you-wait...No!" Raiden's eyes start to water as he can feel his memories slipping. Not just the ones with Kung Lao, but everything before Liu Kang found him. His previous adventures in Outworld, in the Netherealm, in Chaosrealm, his ventures with his closest friends...The first time Kung Lao told him the three words, "I love you." Everything. "Liu Kang, no! Don't, please don't!"
Liu Kang, almost coldly, ignores Raiden's pleas as he takes it all away. Reverting Raiden back to the simple farm boy from Fengjian who simply wanted to protect and guide his village.
"...You are right, Raiden," Liu Kang says between paused breaths, trying to hold back tears as he committed the deed. "It is my fault. I shouldn't have thought that I could groom you or Kung Lao to become protectors of Earthrealm like you were before. I shouldn't have taken you away from your family, your friends, and your home in hopes of raising you to become grand warriors. I have placed your loved ones and you in so much danger...All because I clung onto a life that no longer exists...I'm sorry."
With that said, Raiden passes out from his injuries as Liu Kang finished the last of the memory wipe. Liu Kang stares at Raiden's slumbering body, and he can't help but scream and cry.
Finally allowing himself to grieve ever since that fateful day.
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Fuji finished up the last of the clothes just in time when dinner was ready. She was having a hot pot this night, filled with various greens, potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, radishes, and various mushrooms. All placed into a chicken broth seasoned further with a tomato and pork bone soup base. Fuji sits at the table with a bowl full of the soup and she does her best to not look across the table...Where her brother Raiden would be...
Raiden told her a long time ago that he was placed in a very powerful position and hard at work with Mr. Kang. He brings back money and unique souvenirs with questionable origins. And he always makes sure to visit her occasionally when he's coming back to Fengjian.
But this was one of the many occasions where the house felt too big, even with their elderly mother and father sleeping in the other room. She missed having her older brother around, for the longest time, he was her only friend. Her closest friend. I mean, sure, they were siblings, and they had their "sibling moments," but with him gone, she never felt more alone. But her being alone wasn't the main problem for Fuji, it was Raiden's sudden silence.
Ever since Kung Lao's passing, Raiden hasn't been returning her calls, answering her letters, or even visiting the family. Doesn't help, too, that none of his friends live in Fengjian, and aside from Kung Lao and Johnny's number (she's never calling that man, btw), she can't even reach them to know what's up with her brother. It's gotten to the point where she has saved up some money to take a week's vacation to the U.S. where her brother is currently working (or so Raiden told her).
Before Fuji knew it, she was already done with her bowl (2 bowls actually) and she saved the leftovers for her parents when they awaken. As she was washing up the dishes, she hears a knock at the door. Hmm? Who could be visiting her at this hour?
ā¦Could it be!
"Give me a moment!" Fuji says hurriedly as she dries her hands; making her way to the front door. A tiny bit of hope fills the young woman. Could this be Raiden? After so long!
She swings open the door, hope and glee plastered on her face, but it quickly turns to confusion and worry. "ā¦Liu Kangā¦Raiden!?!"
Outside was Liu Kang carrying a bandaged and mostly healed Raiden. "I'm sorry to come at such a late hour, Fuji. May I come in."
"What happened to my brother!?! Did someone mug him? Was he attacked?" Fuji ushers Liu Kang to enter the home and shows him to Raiden's old room, still possessing his old belongings even before he left.
Despite her questions, Liu Kang did not answer her. She asks again and again about her brother's condition, who did this to him, and why, but she is met with silence. She watches Liu Kang gently place Raiden on his old bed, and just as he came unexpectedly, Liu proceeded to walk back outside.
"W-wait! Liu Kang, please, tell me what happened! Who hurt my brother! Why did this happen-" Fuji tries to stop Liu Kang by grabbing at his wrist, but she saw something that shocked him.
Liu Kang's eyes were red as if he was crying not too long ago.
"ā¦What happenedā¦"
There's a long pause between them. All that Liu Kang does is slightly tilt his head toward her, his white eyes meeting hers, before saying, "I'm sorry, Fuji. Your brother has been relieved from his serviceā¦And this will be the last time we will see each other."
And just like that, Liu Kang left. Fuji watched Liu Kang leave, fading away in the horizon, with more questions than answers.
"Ughā¦My head."
Fuji nearly scares herself when she hears Raiden in the other room and moving about. She rushes back to him and helps support her brother when she sees that he is still unsteady.
"Raiden! Liu Kang, your boss from the States dropped you off, and you're bandaged, and unconscious, and Liu wouldn't tell me why you were like this and-"
"whoa, whoa, Fuji, slow down! Start over, who's Liu Kang again?"
Fuji pauses. "ā¦Liu Kangā¦Your bossā¦"
"Fuji, I have no idea who that man is," Raiden hisses in pain as his muscles start to ache again. It's only now that he realizes that he was bandaged badly. "Did he do this?"
"I-I don't know. I thoughtā¦I thought you would tell meā¦"
"Well, I don't know who I angered to get this treatment, but if this Liu Kang fellow helped me back home, I'm surely appreciative. I'll have to lay back down. Can you get me a hot towel, please?"
Fuji helped her brother back to bed and gave him his requested towel, but she found herself staying in his room for the entire night as if she were a child again. She couldn't sleep as she was plagued with questions about what happened to Raiden. Better yet, the line of work that he was in that he got this terrible treatment. And unfortunately, she might never get those answers again. Raiden doesn't remember anything in the past couple of years, even seemingly forgotten about Kung Lao's death and funeral. His memories were missing and he couldn't give a reliable answer to what happened in his life past the day that he went into Madam Bo's restaurant after a bet with Kung Lao.
Even worse, she can't ask Liu Kang. Because just as he promised and foretold, they never saw Liu Kang again. - ~Holy shit this was longer than I anticipated. Also, I do not like Liu Kang's memories loss powers, but will I use it for the sake of angst? You fucking know I will bby! This is my pseudo-first fan work for an official fandom and I hope everyone liked it. Once again, a lot of this was inspired thanks to the lovely artists who contributed to the "oops, Kung Lao dies again" AU and I want to thank them for jumpstarting this silly little AU in this silly little game about beheading people with your bare hands. Sorry if there were some grammatical and spelling errors, was working on this throughout the evening and past midnight (quite literally 4:26 where I'm at lmao). I might make a sequel to this because I'm getting ideas of Kung Lao returning, but not as he used to be (Revenants in MK1, ayo?)~ UPDATE! I have now officially made a writer's blog so that this doesn't get lost in my clustered main blog! Any future installments about this and other writing pieces will go to this blog! @420thewritersroom
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I just want to say that for some reason i am obsessed with your hellborn vox ideas.
OOHOHOHOHO
Thanks
( my reading ass just think you asked for more information about my hellborn Vox)
Uhmmm anyway I have some ideas that I am inspired by a lot of sources. The first is Alastor and Vox used to be a business competitor before becoming a lover. In my AU, Vox is not an overlord, he is much more complicated, he is not a direct participant in the politics of hell but he is a person involved and the relationship is connected closely to other overlords. He is a Hellborn and the influence. He pretended to be a Sinner because he created trust with other sinners and acquired important information about heaven. He refused to be an Overlord because there would be a lot of people who would attack him and discover his true identity. His Hellborn's identity "Victor" is said to be dead.
His parents were killed by the exorcist at one work in Greed Ring. Their family was attacked because they helped a group of sinners escape into their home, their parents hid him in the closet and locked the closet, he had to witness the death of his parents, that person was already broken into the closet, attacking and cutting into his neck. His body fell close to the head of the TV at the end of the 40s of a sinner, (note that he belonged to the demon clan with electricity and could connect to other technology items in a short time. Vox is more special and powerful than another demon) . They accidentally made hellfire spread into the house and made the house burn, making his Hellborn head seriously burned. His body automatically moves into the connection of that sinner's TV head and loads his entire consciousness to that TV head. So that's why some people misunderstood as a sinner since he doesn't have any trace of a hellborn.
The exorcist also burned a part of the left arm and escaped (in my au, the exorcists were a private angelic clan, they were stronger than other angels but could be injured by what in hell like mold or fire and steel angel.) That person was exiled to hell. Heaven know about that person but not publicize them for the hell royal family, although they are very uncomfortable/annoyed.
It is that incident that has greatly changed the rules of the genocide. King Lucifer decided to tighten the movement of the sinner and must have the permission of the royal family, the overlords to be able move freely to other rings, in addition to paradise and God also enchanted around Pride Ring to to other sinners cannot escape, to be easier to recognize. Thanks to Lilith negotiating with the king, they decided to have sinner the permission to move to other rings for 2 weeks per year, but not to move for 3 months before the extermination date. They could ask to stay more
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox#redesign#rewrite#alternate universe#backstory#character redesign#radiostatic#staticlovetune#vox#i'm crazy
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uno reverse I would like to know your know your headcanons about Sev. also on Fi? Both of them seem like such jumbles of contradictions to me but in opposite directions
Sev
A. (Realistic):
The reason why he didnāt make it back up to the RV point during/after Order 66 was because in addition to losing comm-contact with Delta, his leg was crushed and he ended up losing it. Has a variety of prosthetics over the rest of his life. Also I like to think about The Ground On Kashyyyk and what a man might have to do to survive there alone and injured. But thatās more of a C headcanon š
B. (Hilarious):
my hc for sevās deep voice (and all the different voices of delta squad) was that they were vocoder mods. furthermore, i headcanon delta squad uses them to sing a mean barbershop harmony LMAO itās their squad hobby okay?
C. (Heart-crushing and awful):
I think he feels things very deeply, remembers things people have said forever, and is nursing a lot of pain under that surly exterior. Who called him psycho? He knows. He believes itās true. Heās internalized all the abuse, partly because he takes things literally (hc neurodivergent sev hello), and partly because heās never had anything other than a steady diet of grueling, thankless achievement and dehumanization (and if he ever dared to let himself hope for better, it would only bring pain at the inevitable downfall). He couldnāt and wouldnāt articulate any of this if his life depended on it.
D: (I substitute my reality):
if he ever unbent his oriājagyc pride enough to let someone fuck his ass, heād become the worlds neediest and most demanding bottom forever. Nah, I do like him switching but it think it would be fundamentally life-changing and paradigm-shifting for him to have a prostate orgasm. š
Fi
A. (Realistic):
He likes glimmik for the rhythm so he also dances and beatboxes and calls cadence and does his exercises in tempo. to take it kinky, i bet heās into impact play. as a medic, his favorite thing is taking a pulse (and hearing it beat alive alive alive)
B. (Hilarious):
He has a fingerš in every branch of the Repcomm Polyculeā¢ļø, like a free bouncing rubber ball in a rube goldberg machine. like the nursery rhyme: put in his thumb and pulled out a plum and said what a good boy am i!
C. (Heart-crushing and awful):
what because canon wasnāt enough? well okay you asked for it: so what if after his injury he didnt get his memories back intact and barely remembered omega squad? He was only with them for a year and change. Please imagine Niner and Dar coming home to him like that from Imperial service. Please imagine how Atin would feel about it. Please imagine how awkward it would be for Corr. They all know him and he doesnāt know them. Imagine how Fi might feel about it. Parja Bralor is his closest friend now.
D: (I substitute my reality):
He and Parja are really good friends and got married as a double beard situation for one another. Maybe they have a little queerplatonic sex with each other for fun and comfort but they are not the loves of each others lives.
from this meme
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Semi human designs!!!!
Previously I said how I think all the dragon children would (since I wanted an excuse to draw human designs like everyone else) be able to disguise themselves as humans in order to make themselves seem desirable to be looked after whenever theyāre separated from their mother dragon and I very much wanted to expand on this idea.
My main point of reference for this would be the movie Pom Poko, in how the tanuki CAN disguise themselves as humans but with varying levels of success; this is why some of the eggs will continue to show dragon like features such as sharp teeth, big ears, elongated nails, horns, wings, spikes, tails etc.
The amount of success each egg gets in concealing their dragon like features, however, differs based on four varying factors: What their goal is in disguising themselves, who theyāre trying to appeal to/where theyāre picking up their human traits, their predisposed skill levels and simply what traits they either value or rely on the most.
Most noticeably though, the main features which would persist amongst the dragons would be their ears, teeth, nails and more noticeably horns. The first due to how subtly ingrained the features are and the latter due to amount of pride dragons have in their horns ā especially Chayanne who likens his to a crown, similarly to his hero Technoblades.
In addition, dragons which have been injured on dragon specific features will then struggle a lot in masking them and (as a consequence) will struggle hiding the rest due to how exhausting it is to maintain their form. RamĆ³n who used to heavily rely on his wings, upon having one destroyed, would then struggle to conceal anything except his tail. Especially since his parents have very prominent animal features; he isnāt being constantly reminded to conceal them.
#fanart#my art#qsmp#qsmp fanart#qsmp eggs#qsmp ramĆ³n#qsmp ramon#qsmp badboyhalo#qsmp spreen#qsmp missa#qsmp philza#qsmp dapper#qsmp chayanne#skeppy
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