#it's chapter 2 time baby!!!

[crystalbeastsquidney]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Mortal Kombat (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Noob Saibot | Bi-Han, Saibot, Kuai Liang | Sub-Zero, Frost (Mortal Kombat), Johnny Cage, Hanzo Hasashi | Scorpion Additional Tags: other characters are mentioned but they only show up later, Saibot is also their own person, poor physical health, idk most tags/warnings will be in their respective chapter's notes, rating subject to change in the future, do ask if you need anything tagged though Summary:

The wraith Noob Saibot is no more, and Bi-Han is left to pick up the pieces of his life.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

i wanted to practice backgrounds and i just reread @skimmingmilk’s fic chart a course to second chances for the millionth time so there was only one logical conclusion

[escaping-peril12]

⤜ MHA MANGA SPOILERS ⤛

CHAPTER 424 LEAKS Pt 2 ✣

you guys....IAGGSIACACFEDUDEEEE

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The chap is titled: Epilogue

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idk what to do brooo

This chapter has my emotions all over the place

CAN MY BOYS JS HUG PLEASEE 😭😭🤧

I REALLY ABSOLUTELY LOVE this chapter don't get me wrong, but something about it feels off

AND THE TIME SKIP...☹️

ITS OVER FOR ME YALL 😭😭😭

[terukotime]

teruko tawaki you are so cute teruko tawaki you are so beautiful teruko tawaki they could never make me hate you teruko tawaki you will always be famous teruko tawaki you have never done anything wrong ever teruko tawaki you are perfect in every way teruko tawa

[bajaja-blast]

finally finished this fucking book

it took me almost a year because it’s so hard to get through oh my GODS

[aurorangen]

I keep thinking back to those times

Transcript:

[Vincent thought his teddy bear had come to life, but it was Harvey squirming around. He can't believe he is a Dad now; the warmth of his son reminded him of his own Dad, to a time when it all seemed normal]

Renee: [holding Harvey in her arms] Hey how is everythi-…are you sweating Vince? Vincent: [lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, his eyes are still closed] Hmm?

Renee: I'll keep an eye on our boys. You should go rest. [Having heard Renee's gentle voice amid all the painful memories put his mind at ease and back to reality again. Although, he can't help but think back to the time when the Reichmanns changed his life]

[chimerahyperfix]

You’re looking for something— no, someone, too, aren’t you?

(I can’t comprehend how you understand what’s going on, with your lifeless shell. Craft as you are.)

[strawberrycalico]

Chapters: [ch.1|ch.2|ch.3|???]

Word count: 5.5k words (on going)

A/N: also available on ao3! :D

A few months after you graduated from community college at 19. You complained that you felt sick in the morning again while you were helping at your grandfather’s bakery-cafe. Jin was away looking for another job that involves photography, a major he had picked.

Jin’s father, Wasuke, was also there at the shop visiting and hanging out with your grandfather. When you can’t help it, you rush by the toilet and almost puked your guts out. You’ve only had cake, what gives? Your grandfather gave you cold water to drink, you huffed a bit. They stared at each other.

“You kept having morning sickness, are you really okay?”

Fuck. Morning sickness again. Add to that, you’ve been moody for the past few days and have already been delayed with your period.

Your eyes widened, shivering and everything felt overwhelming as if you just felt a cold water splash on you.

Now at your family home, sitting by the toilet, you bite the finger from your thumb and continue staring at the pregnancy test. Jin went home the moment he heard you went and bought a few pregnancy test kits. It was a second take.

Still the same lines continued to show. 2 lines. Positive.

You called your boyfriend through the door, voice shaking a bit. You don’t know how you can get through motherhood at 19.

He opens the bathroom door, a small smile on his face, as if asking if you're okay and everything will be fine. You showed him the test and contrary to what you have felt. He kneels and hugs you tight, kissing your forehead, cheeks and lips.

“I’m gonna be a dad!”

The moment he said that, you know everything's gonna be fine.

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Months later in your pregnancy, having able to survive pregnancy cravings, hormonal and physical changes. Fortunately, your parents and Jin are with you on the journey. Of course, your mother didn’t hide her disappointment at you, your father was quiet but you know he was resolved and had accepted it. Your grandfather, on the other hand, patted your head when he learned.

“You’ll do well as a mother…”

It was something you are holding onto especially in the unknown experience. You are almost due when you bumped into Toji, following him behind was a young Naoya, in a small grocery store. It was rare to see them to be together although you think it was just the younger one following him devotedly and Toji doesn’t seem to care. They were wearing yukatas, not that it isn't anything different.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” Toji spoke first. Having seen him, you’ve noticed he looks sharper now. Eyes are colder yet the way he had said your name was gentle. Hair is still long. You’ve had a glimpse of him from the past few months though you both never talk yet the eyes speak for itselves.

He greets you despite not talking. Whether you are crossing the little street from the corner or when you pass by the hill near your home. A simple nod, sometimes he gazes at you and when you look back, he still stares so you just squint your eyes at him, and you can see him smirking with a small shake of his head.

“Ah, Toji.” You greet him, “I know, it has been a while.”

“You good?”

He asks, your noticed Naoya eyes you up as well, furrowed eyebrows at your belly. Impatiently, tapping his sandal on the floor as if you aren’t worth their time. Toji continues ignoring him, all the attention on you.

“Yeah, baby is all good.” You naturally caress your swollen bump. News of your pregnancy spread throughout the grapevine so it wasn’t new when people would ask how’s your baby, what is the gender, when are you due, plans for marriage with Jin. Toji’s eyes following your hand movement, you watch his reaction silently. His steel gaze goes up on your face, it must have been your imagination but you think it softened now.

“No, I’m asking how are you?”

Oh.

He meant you.

People have always been asking about the baby, which is not a problem. You love the baby, no matter what but you’ve grown used to their questions. It was a nice change to hear your being asked now.

Your eyes almost wells up, cursing this pregnancy hormonal fluctuations. You smile at him more. His eyebrows shoot up, a bit alarmed probably from seeing your teared up eyes. Before he can open his mouth, you speak first.

“I’m good, thank you, Toji.” You look down at your belly once more. Your voice is warm. “It hurts my back and I can’t even see my feet now but overall I’m good. I’m excited to see him.”

The moment you had said that you felt your baby move. You look up to him wide eyed and mouth dropping open, you caress your belly. Toji watches you carefully with his brows knitted in frown, unsure what to say.

“He’s moving,” You quietly say, you don’t know what urged you to ask him the following. “D-do you want to feel? The baby?”

You watch his right hand twitch. He cocks his head to the side, pursues his lips and blinks back at you. You smile, you think back of a cat. The silence follows when he just nods, his hand raises unsure where to place so you gently grab his large warm hand and place it where the baby is kicking.

Toji’s hand tenses. You caressed his hand lightly, the small action relaxes him. You hear Naoya let out a bored sigh. You and Toji continued ignoring him, focusing on the sensation.

“You felt that? He’s kicking you.” You grin, staring at both of your hands, yours on top. The movement of your baby’s can be seen through your light yellow dress.

“He’s strong then.” Toji murmurs, your gaze still at both your hands. “Strong like his mama.”

The words you’ve heard made you look up to him with your eyebrows raised, hearing him say that truly caught you off guard and your heart pounds once again at the sight, your face a bit warm.

It was also your first time seeing him staring at you with a genuine smile compared to what you had seen on him from a few months before. Cold and a death stare. Now all of those traces are gone, his eyes look so gentle like the breeze on a hot day that kisses you, and you blame the bright light.

“Thanks,”

Broken out of his trance, he almost coughs and withdraws his hand away. You were a bit disappointed that the warm feeling was gone. Seems like you've also caught him off guard because he looks away and for the first time again, seeing the man lose his composure. It’s a sight; a sight you secretly would have loved to see more.

“So it’s a boy…” He starts to change the topic. He knows you’ve noticed. Your eyes grew wide, oh right—it was supposed to be a surprise. Quietly, you took your fingers in your lips, ‘Shh’ you motioned and upon seeing it, the latter’s lips quirked up at that.

“Where’s glasses anyway?”

You rolled your eyes at him, “My boyfriend has a name. It’s Jin.” Toji just snorts and you continue anyway. “He’s in…Tokyo looking for a job.” You tried bending down to get your grocery basket but Toji was quicker.

“Let me help ya,” he offers, getting the basket from the floor. Naoya, who was still listening, openly stares in disgust. You frown at him, he notices so he turns to you with a menacing smile.

“Crazy, you got knocked up before marria–” He didn't finish his sentence because Toji was quick to grab him by the back of his yukata. Naoya’s face paled and Toji was fuming, if eyes could kill then the child would have been gone the moment he grabbed him.

“Utter another fucking word and you’ll see.”

One sentence alone from the intimidating man, you could see Naoya shaking his head, obvious fear in his eyes.

“Toji don't!” you called his name. Your fingers in his shoulders, he tenses and you were afraid it would cause a scene in the grocery. Only a few onlookers had noticed, and you wanted to glare at them.

“I’m done tolerating you, go home.”

Toji harshly lets go and you see Naoya almost stumble, disheveled yukata and being humiliated by the one he looks up to, he runs away but not before giving you a stink eye.

“It’s fine, kids say dumb stuff all the time.” You whispered, staring at Naoya’s leaving back, the mini supermarket door opens and closes. The onlookers all went back on their ways though you can still hear a few whispers.

You’re not surprised and hurt with what Naoya had said, he’s a Zenin. He was bound to have a misogynistic view, you’re not mad at him. The system set him up as that, those grown ups who put those ideals in his head.You never encountered one, just heard from other women how a Zenin comments about a woman.

“It’s not fine. Stuff like that will never be fine,”

Turning and looking at Toji, you chewed the inside of your cheek, he heard you. He stares at the place Naoya ran away from, you look up at his eyes, they look lifeless and the light moment from before is gone now.

Your heart swells even more.

Fortunately, the man beside you is different.

A Zenin at birth was a curse, your grandfather said one time and yet Toji looks like a blessing.

“You’re a blessing, Toji.”

A couple of kids passed by the both of you. You grab the end of his yukata where his hand meets. You don’t know if he had heard it but you kept quiet after that.

“What?” He asks, noticing your gaze. You shook your head. He narrows his eyes at you and you almost laugh.

“Nothing, I said, thanks for defending my…” Holding his gaze more, looking for a better word. He lets your stare drink him in, eyes falling on your lips. “...honor”

He snorts once more, looking back up at your eyes. “Well, I’m your friend aren’t I?”

“I don’t know, your making that shit up again in your head,”

Toji lets out a grin and you laugh.

“You look like you swallowed a watermelon.”

This time you gasped, feigning offense at his comment. Your hand in your stomach.

“Asshole.”

Toji laughed this time, it was rich and deep, uncaring when the kids looked at him in the other aisle. You wished the moment was a bit longer.

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It was a sunny afternoon in March, you were cleaning the apartment that you rented with Jin near the outskirts of your province. You both decided to move in together, it was a mutual decision and one you agreed to once Jin found an office job in Tokyo.

The cherry blossoms were blooming just outside the window of your living room when you felt it.

A mild pop then something wet trickling through your legs, you dropped the broom while your heart started beating faster, touching your pregnant belly.

You’re gonna give birth. “Jin! I-I think I’m about to go into labor!”

A crash from the bedroom, Jin opens the door with wide eyes, he wasn't even wearing his glasses and he looks dirty from all the cleaning he had done as he still holds a feather duster. Did he fall from the ladder? You would have laughed if the situation wasn't something like this.

“Oh God! You are!” He exclaims, he debated going to you then he remembers his glasses and you can see he was fighting within himself to get you or the glasses but you are quicker. “Get your glasses first!”

You hold on to the sofa with a plastic cover still attached to it. Never mind the sticky feeling of it against your skin. He quickly runs towards you and frantically tries carrying you. Jin was shaking, you soothe his arm.

“The baby bag.” You say to him, his hands trying to lift you up but he ignores you. So you try to tap his cheeks, also wiping away the smudge of dirt. “Honey! The baby bag in the cabinet!”

“Oh God, oh God!” Jin panics visibly, sweating as he carefully sets you down the sofa again.

When Jin grabbed the baby bag and drove you to the nearest hospital outside of town it was all a blur.

The only memory you can remember is the sound of your baby crying and then later the lightness in your limbs when you open your eyes, you see Jin carrying your newborn. He was smiling at you, he slightly bent down to show you and the color of a darker shade of cherry blossom came into view and chubby cheeks to match. You let out a slow smile.

It was a little Yuji.

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A/N: …and yuji is born. reblogs and likes are very appreciated 🥰 let me know what you thought of this chapter ^^

[maridotnet]

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he’s being so brave by asking for one thing ever, let’s all give him a very gentle pat on the back

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[home-assistant-shapes]

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Cyan.

That is all.

shes the most ever of all time

[fearandhatred]

thank u so much to my beloveds @crowleys-bentley-and-plants and @seven-stars-in-his-palm for tagging me, kissing u both for this omg <3 i'm doing two of each because i can

For as many as you want of your published works, pick your favourite line/paragraph and post it up here. Let yourself feel proud of your creations.

transitional heart taxidermy [5986 words, wip]

They fit so perfectly together, the both of them, always. Not side by side like pieces of a puzzle, no, but like molten lava over sand; one over the other, one mellowing the other, changing its chemistry into something different, stronger, useful. The kiss tastes of Aziraphale, of copper and saliva and something holy. It's a taste he'll come to get used to, bloodied and bruised, a taste he chases after as the angel pulls back.

and one from an unpublished chapter:

It's been a day, two, maybe three. His hands are stained with blood and phantom glass, reeking of alcohol and rot palpable enough to taste. Aziraphale doesn't come for him, and he feels relief but also a pain so deep it's paralysing. It's a revelation in itself.

blood in my eyes [1953 words]

This is the first time in years he has stepped foot back into this place. It's a spontaneous decision, driven by a mellow melancholy and a soft wistful night. Muriel isn't in, so the bookshop is dark, and the streetlights cast an eerie, lonely glow on the ancient hardbacks. The rearing statue that once held his glasses every other day is coated in a thin layer of dust; he leaves them on.

Crowley wipes away a tear from Aziraphale's cheek with his thumb. It leaves a bright red streak. After, hours pass by before Aziraphale washes the blood from his face, imprinted in the vague shape of Crowley's hand. In those hours, when he sits in the quiet of a bookshop once again burned to ash, the blood stays there as a reminder, maybe, or as punishment.

sub-consequence [11567 words, wip] — six of crows

He wants to say everything he could possibly say to persuade Kaz to change his mind, because if he says everything in the world, strings together every word in every possible combination, there has to be at least one thing that would convince him to stay.

Sometimes Inej thinks Kaz cares about himself less than he cares about getting what he wants. It feels sometimes as if he's completely detached from himself, his own person becoming just another means to an end. People would scream at her that this isn't selflessness. It's ruthlessness, or psychopathy, or numbness. That's how the name Dirtyhands came about, after all. The willingness to do anything no matter the cost. To get his hands dirty with blood, be it others' or his own. But what is selflessness, really? A lack of selfishness, or a loss of self?

to sleep, perchance to dream [662 words] — the sandman

God, Calliope. His heart, face of cloud fields and white lily springs, a hope so blinding in contrast to his shadowed being that he had known from the start the hands of The Fates would pull them apart to opposite poles.

His lifetime of constraint allowed him to face the knowledge that any selfish will to see her in the wake of remembering all he had forsaken, all that had been ripped from him, would seal the vestibules to acceptance and he would beg with no dignity to stay by her side. And his heart burned, scorched unpleasantly at her parting words, just as the skin she touched and had once touched long after she was twice gone.

tagging those whose words i'd love to see (no pressure!!): @actual-changeling @sentientsky @irispurpurea @springofviolets @demonsandpieohmy

[lostloveletters]

As innocently as she could be alone with him in his private hotel room, her fingers brushed each one as he described how he earned them, until reaching his Purple Heart. Almost without thinking, she’d taken the medal from its case and pinned it to the lapel of his black, pin-stripe suit. He’d caught her wrist in his hand, and for a split second she thought the fire in his eyes was anger until he captured her lips in a searing kiss. [Bruised Fruit, Michael Corleone x OC]

[defeateddetectives]

was having natsume's book of friends vs. matoba's book of enemies* thoughts again while waiting for the subway earlier today as one does and thinking about their default standing at the start of not just the series but also their lives and then throughout

many others have written probably far more coherently about this being a story about different takes on legacy which never ever stops to fascinate me but the way that natsume starts his life born as grandchild of reiko who vanished into obscurity but was immensely powerful and able to make contracts with immensely powerful yokai (often after beating them through either simple friendly games or trickery but never cruelty) and grows up with no real sense of connectedness with family until much later and inherited this collection of contracts that he now takes it upon himself to release them from these contracts as a way to restore the balance :)

and matoba who is born into notoriety into the strongest clan of exorcists (who by definition eradicate yokai) growing up with an identity impossible to extricate from his family and inheriting threats and curses and immense power that the entire exorcist community counts on him to uphold even as they hate him for it on top of inheriting mistrust from human and yokai alike what with the inability to make a contract because of his name alone and inheriting a legacy of violence and cruelty and so has continued to perpetuate it because there seems to be no other viable alternative to maintain the status quo of remaining the head of the strongest exorcist clan which is supposed to be his one (1) job :)))

[*the matoba seiji pov series that lives in my head]

[spotted-owl-sketches]

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[imwritesometimes]

me: this is too much exposition. you should not directly tell all the time. let dialogue and tone/body language descriptions do some of the work

also me: this isn't exposition it's literally the second paragraph of chapter one you're setting up the plot you gotta drop a little exposition

also also me:

[manheimsunshine]

i was in such a slump with my wally fic for like a month i couldn’t get more than a couple thousand words out at a time or figure out how to pace things and then boom 12 thousand word chapter that’s just one single scene