#mk aftermath

[capyvan]

With the MK1 DLC coming up, might as well remind everyone of my favorite duo in MK11 Aftermath

I miss them so much UGHHHHGG

[kian-sama]

[odditycircus-2002]

Important question but how would Shang have reacted if medusa reader had died between Mkx or something, like not long after many of the other characters were turned into Revannts, she got taken out as well despite her best efforts, and got resurrected by Quan Chi. How would he react when he comes back in mk11 to his wife’s death and turned into a undead servant.

Short answer: Astonishment at the fact Quan-chi managed to get his hooks into her. Shortly follows by a cold fury he barely manages to contain. Given who is allies are and the fact he’s got beef with EVERYONE, he’s not going to show the full extent your death and enslavement has on him. Granted, Medusa!Reader doesn’t exactly make it easy.

Long answer below:

Fujinn groans as he blinks against the low torchlight. The first thing he notices is the feeling of cold metal wrapped around his wrists, and just a glance up confirms what he suspected to be true. He's chained to the ceiling with both his arms in the air. The demigod's chains rattle as he looks to his left and right to find Night Wolf and Shang Tsung chained by their hands with their backs against pillars decorated with skulls.

"Night Wolf! Shang Tsung!"

Fujinn's calls finally rouse the Matokka and Sorcerer from their stupor. Both men take a quick moment to observe their surroundings, which look to be made in a gothic style, with bones decorating every surface as far as they can see. Night Wolf is the first to speak.

"Where are we?"

They already had a good idea where they were, given that the last thing they recalled was attempting to sneak past the Netherealm armies, only to be captured by Lui Kang's Revenant. That and Shinnok's decapitated head directly in front of them, where its been placed on a wheel that crackled with red lightning. Just as Shang Tsung was about to answer, a familiar voice beat him to it.

"Why, you're in Lord Shinnok's Bone Temple."

Shang Tsung feels his heart skip a beat at that voice. While it's raspier than he remembered with a dual undertone, leaving a faint echo to your words, he's known it for so many eons that he'd recognize it anywhere. Yet, as he tried to turn his head to the side to catch even a glimpse of your figure, you were already gone. Instead, he's met with former Empress Sindel's Revenant.

"Sindel, you look well. Death becomes you."

He comments with his usual poise and smug expression, barely faltering when Sindel scratches his cheek.

"Always the charmer, Shang Tsung. I will enjoy feeding Lord Shinnok your soul."

Your voice could then be heard again; this time, the Sorcerer can get a good look at you.

"Can we not have ssssome fun with them first? I'm sure our Lord has been dying for some entertainment."

You stood in front of the pillar Night Wolf was chained to with a veil that covered the upper half of your face with a familiar, serene, and sinister grin he fondly remembers. However, you had undergone many changes after his death. Like the rest of the Revenants, your once vibrant and lively form had become an ashen grey, with your snakes becoming black as coal with glowing yellow eyes. While he couldn't see your eyes, as usual, he could make out a faint glow from behind the mask; no doubt, your gaze had become filled with fire with barely a trace of you left. You had a thick orange line covering the entire neck like that of a choker, yet Shang Tsung already knows that's the injury that killed you after Sindel chopped your head off.

Sindel scowls at you. "This would not be because you wish to keep the Sorcerer for yourself, would it?"

You reply with a clear, patronizing tone while waving your taloned hands in front of you. Sindel and Night Wolf scowl deeply at you. The latter's expression shifts into one of disgust as you lean close to him, your nest of snakes snapping their jaws just a hair's width from his skin.

"Oh no no, Sssindel. Fujinn and Night Wolf, the man who killed you, most certainly deserve to suffer. I am simply reminding you to enjoy yourself while doing so, to entertain our Lord. However, if I may make a suggestion,"

In the blink of an eye, you stood before Shang Tsung to gently caress his face, careful with your talons, unlike Sindel.

”Wouldn’t he make a better Revenant than a snack for our Lord? Surely, it could never hurt to ensure our victory for the New Era by recruiting more minions.”

The Sorcerer's gaze narrows in a mixture of cold fury and dejection. How could Quan-chi, that second-rate Sorcerer, have the gull to claim his wife as a minion? How could you, a conniving sorceress who's always stood by his side for centuries, be brought so low? He should've been wiser as to listen to your suspicions of Quan-chi.

Yet, it's a relief to know that even in your sorry new form, your love hasn't wavered. Even if said love includes you briefly scuffling with Night Wolf's Revenant on his behalf, only so you could drag him to what remained of Shinnok to make him "better and stronger" once you see the damage the Revenant did to his face.

"I am sure Lord Shinnok will resurrect you once I convince him of your worth. I did not forget our vows, my love. Not even death will part us forever; soon, we will never be apart."

Fortunately, Fujinn interfered before you could carry out your plan, by sending an arrow in your direction which you easily dodge. You hiss at the demi-god as you move your entire body in front of Shang Tsung to block him from view.

"HE. ISsssSss. MINE!"

You then pounce at Fujinn who held out his crossbow in front of him to jam between your jaws, preventing you from sinking your fangs into his flesh.

Despite the flashes of pain that pulsated from his face, it still touched Shang Tsung to know that you still remained so steadfast in your devotion to him, as much as you could under Shinnok's control anyway. There's no use in stewing in his anger and astonishment for now. He will succeed in resurrecting both you and Sindel, then claiming Kronika's crown for himself with you by his side as his muse while rebuilding fate and destiny in his image.

A/N: I hope this answered your question well enough😅Don't forget to comment, like, and reblog!

[overlordraax]

After playing MK Aftermath I think I am gonna have to kickstart Sindel/Sheeva (Sinva? Sheedel?) shipping even if I have to do it myself.

They had so much going for them. Like, Sheeva's tenderness and devotion when she's talking about Sindel, how she failed her, how even in death she's still devoted to her empress! Those longing looks! The idea that Sindel would be able to find love and happiness with someone after the death of Jerrod and her atrocious marriage to Shao Kahn? So powerful! So wonderful. My friend and I were playing the game and we were ready to ship that so much!

Even though I knew about the 'Sindel is actually evil' twist it still hurt. It felt so out of character (because it is a bullshit retcon). But I hated fighting Sheeva in the Sindel chapter. It felt awful, and not in a fun way. In a way that felt like they were throwing out all the potential of that setup and looking down on you for not figuring out that out of character turn was going to happen.

Like, you're telling me Sheeva was that devoted and attentive but never once actually noticed Sindel was just the absolute worst? No! I'm not buying it! It's rubbish! I want them to be happy!

I've gotta devise story ideas, but ones where the Twindel reveal never happened. I want this ship to work so bad!

[donsgraveyard]

I was watching some videos on MK11/aftermath, and one YouTuber mentioned how he thought having Jax's redemption with Raiden in MK11 and again with Fujin in Aftermath was unnecessary, because why would we need to see it twice?

I kinda agree with that, but I always saw those scenes as more telling for Raiden and Fujin as characters and as brothers.

In Jax's moment with Raiden, Raiden uses more of a, I suppose, "logical" approach. He tells Jax things that help him understand the real situation and help him open his eyes to the lies he was told. Raiden revealing Shinnok as Cetrion's brother makes things click together, and realizations happen to bring Jax back to the light side. 

In Fujin's case however, he uses an emotional tactic to show he can relate to Jax and understands his feelings of duty and protection, even using Fujin's own family experience with Raiden as an example because he knows family is what’s most important for Jax. He uses his heart to appeal to Jax, and it brings him back.

I could of course be overlooking this, and it really was unnecessary to show Jax's redemption twice, but I love analyzing the storm brothers, and I wanted to spend more time exploring Raiden's character as I’m trying to get a better understanding of it, but idk, these scenes feel very telling to me, and I wanted to ramble so..

[activatethis]

This is how, personally, I would've shot the scene of Raiden transferring godhood to Liu Kang in MK11 (The Lighthouse 2019 reference)

[randomstoreroom21c]

Screencap edit: An Angry Wind God

[crimescrimson]

Red's Pairing Polls 3rd Place: WindWolf (Fujin & Nightwolf)

[overlordraax]

They had a good thing going. Sheeva was so loyal to her, and so moved by the thought of Sindel's resurrection. My friend and I were fully ready to ship that... And then the second to last chapter happened.

LOOK AT HOW THEY LOOK AT EACHOTHER

THEYRE SOOOOO

[yuujis-sunshine]

If you're still doing MK headcanons and such, could you write one where their (Hanzo, Fujin, Sub-Zero, Erron Black) s/o is fighting during Kombant, let's say they're defending someone, and they take what would be a fatal injury but the s/o just smirks and says, "You know, I didn't think there would be someone capable of pushing me to this point. I was beginning to think that it was a waste training for it," then they pull the weapon out from their body and what would be a fatal injury is already healing and regenerating before saying, "My turn," and their fist connects with their opponent's chest, disrupting their nervous system before the opponent goes flying through the air and into the stone wall of the Kollesium?

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐎, 𝐅𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍, 𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓(𝒔): Fujin, Kuai Liang, Hanzo Hasashi, Erron Black

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝒔): PET NAMES & BUTT GROPING (in Erron's)

𝑨/𝑵: I'M SOO SORRY FOR NOT DOING YALL REQUESTS, I JUST WAS BUSY. IMMA TRY MY BEST TO FINISH THEM ALL UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! (Btw thanks for the request anon!)

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: Read the Request plz and thanks (∩_∩)

𝐅𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍

One word.

SHOCKED.

He never thought that his S/O's body is that powerful and capable of regenerating and healing an injury

But, he is actually proud of them

Without acting he just pulls them in for a hug

FUJIN IS OUR PRECIOUS CINNAMOROLL

𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

Soon as he had seen his S/O put their opponent to the koliseum wall, he just whistles in amusement

Confused on how his S/O can heal their injuries

He gropes his S/O's butt and kisses them

"Did good out there... Sexy.." After the fight, they decide to drink the night away

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

Just like Fujin, he would be quite shocked at what he just witnessed

I mean, let's be honest, his S/O literally just made their opponent hit the wall very hard

Hanzo feels a bit proud of them

𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆

Just like Fujin and Hanzo, he would be extremely shocked

He totally respects his S/O's strength and power

After the match, he bows his head down to his S/O and tells them that they did good

[temporaryusername2015]

Video used: "MK11 All Characters Smoking Jax's Cigar"

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[whimsiyi]

Julia and MK’s next best thing to their podcast (featuring chase)

PLEASE bring back the aftermath show

[krysta-cross]

My darling 💙 thank you bestie 🥰

     - 𝐹𝑈𝐽𝐼𝑁 🌬️💨🌪️

[donsgraveyard]

I have a headache

[mrstsung]

This is how it went right guys?

I'm pretty sure this is the entire game of mk11 aftermath.

THIS IS NOT A SHIP POST!!!! DO NOT REBLOG IT AS A DAMN SHIP POST! Go make your own post if you want that so damn bad.

Thank you.

Anyways. I saw this and had to make it.

Because yeah. This is exactly mk11 aftermath.

Also i loved redesigning their fits.

[radiance1]

Something New

Sun Wukong blinked open his eyes to gentle wind and warm sunlight.

‘Ah,’ He thought. Slowly pushing himself up off the ground and into a sitting position. He idly crossed his legs, fingers claiming fistfuls of soft grass as he stared up at the sky. ‘I thought I had done everything right, that time.’

Flower Fruit Mountain.

He was back here, again.

How many times does this make it? The… 100th? 200th? 1000th? He was unsure, keeping track of time lost all meaning, to him, only when the sands of time reversed did he realise it had actually passed. Or if some outside force made him aware of it.

It’s funny, how much he used to care about time. How much he had yet so little he lacked.

He exhaled softly, eyes closing as he sat there. The wind blowing through his fur, the sun’s gentle light bearing down on him, soft blades of grass between his fingertips and the sounds of life in varying shapes and sizes from around his mountain.

He would have to get up, soon. Back to work on making sure everything went right, most likely in a different method to the previous one, a slight difference or a major one he didn’t know quite yet, though.

Wait.

His brows furrowed, lips quirking downward in a soft frown as he looked inside of himself.

Where?

Blood flowed beneath his skin, yes. Beating with his layers of Immortality. His heart still beats, the power vested within himself flowing through it and the rest of his body alongside his magic.

And yet.

This was… Odd. Curious, even.

The thread of time seemed to be… Absent? From where it was vested within him, or… Something along those lines. There was nothing exactly physical about it, nor was it anywhere within his flesh.

If it was, he would have torn it out loops ago.

Still, it was odd how it wasn’t there. Considering it’s persistence in the beginning of each and every loop, twisting and curling around itself before slowly beginning to unravel once more and then, ultimately, disappearing until the ‘end’ of the loop to mark the final moments before he had to do it all over again.

Its absence startles him.

And yet.

Was this it? Was he finally finished? Finally freed from the once endless loops? No longer bound to the thread of time and forced to find ways to kick Destiny off its course?

He felt the corners of his lips quirk upwards, breaking the frown as something burned in his chest. Once swaying embers that persisted just as Sun Wukong’s many immortalities, yet ever so slowly grew dark yet darker. Turned into a roaring, raging inferno that set his entire body ablaze once given the slightest hint of fuel.

Hope.

It was a while since he had felt it in such measure, such force , since a while after the loops had dragged on and on.

“Heh,” A snicker escaped him first as he started to shiver from the excitement that began to course through his veins. Then, a small chuckle. “Hehe.” His hands uncurled and curled around the grass between his fingers, legs kicking out from their crossed position as he began to laugh. “Haha!” He fell onto his back, heart pounding away within his chest as he felt his face split from how wide the smile on his face was.

Then, he cackled.

It was loud, it was unrestrained, it most certainly didn’t sound sane in any measure of the word. But did he care? No. He had the right to something like this, after so long.

He let go of the grass and flapped his hands, kicked his feet, wagged his tail, rolled around alongside his loud, unrestrained laughter. Just, anything to get rid of the excess of energy that flowed through his body and set his heart pounding and his head feeling light.

Though that may be just because he was unable to breathe properly from laughter.

Eh, he was immortal enough to keep going.

So he did.

Time was a construct that held no sway over him, now. For he was finally, finally free from its clutches. He could do whatever he wanted now! With no fear of everything eventually resetting! He could do so, so much more now!

Or nothing at all!

He had thought, even dreamt, about this moment. Of everything he do when he was finally free! But he could just, do nothing at all! Just stay on Flower Fruit Mountain and eat peaches! Or, or! Or draw, make games! Explore the rest of the world and nab any artefact or treasure or just anything in general that drew his fancy or was too dangerous to just have not laying around in his vault!

There was so much for him to choose from, and the best thing was? He didn’t know what to do at all!

Oh this was! This was great!

Eventually, he was left sprawled out on the ground, a delightful burn in his lungs as he gave it the air it desperately lacked moments prior. His vision was blurry and his face was wet both from shed and unshed tears with even more on the way.

It felt… Good. He, felt good. So… Free.

And tired, too. Not physically, but perhaps everything had finally caught up to him.

He felt his eyelids slip shut,

Maybe… Sleeping for a while wouldn’t hurt, right? 

He was free, after all…

----

A wave of power that washed over him broke him from his slumber, and barely a thought crossed his mind before he was pushing himself up off the ground, blinking away the crust from his eyes as his vision turned golden.

That wave of power did move than wash over him, it pulsed through the entirety of Flower Fruit Mountain. Sun Wukong flung his head all about, his mind shrugging off the fatigue in exchange for nothing but panic and agitation.

His hand moved towards his ear, before he paused.

Oh, right.

He didn’t have the staff in this timeline.

He instead plucked off one of his hairs, turning it into a staff that he clenched and unclenched his fingers around. Before ultimately letting go off, its shape changing back into a hair that blew off and away into the wind.

It just didn’t feel the same.

Regardless, he jumped up into the air, a familiar golden cloud manifesting under him that his feet touched down on. He rose into the air, hoping to use the vantage point to see just where the wave of power came from-

Oh.

-And his vision was instantly drawn towards a specific part of Flower Fruit Mountain, his enhanced vision instantly able to pinpoint exactly the why and how.

This was… Unexpected.

He shouldn’t-

This wasn’t how-

What?

His cloud zoomed across the mountain while his brain struggled to process what he was seeing. Before long, disappearing under him as he touched down to the ground, feet taking his absent mind over to the small boulder that had previously held a small stone-

“Ba?” The soft, fragile voice called out.

-now replaced with a child.

“Heya, bud.” Sun Wukong said softly, reaching out and picking the newborn off of the stone. An uneasy smile playing at his lips as an even uneasier chuckle escaped him. “You’re uh, I didn’t expect to be seeing you, here.” He said.

“Baba?” The child reached out, patting him on the cheek and looking him in the eyes. Before reaching up to his… eyes?

Oh, right.

Gold flickered out of his vision, and whatever plausible deniability he once had disappeared along with it. 

“No,” He chuckled, shifting around on his feet as his tail thumped against the ground behind him. Rather that than showing just how agitated he actually was. “Not your baba, kiddo.” He said, even as his mind travelled a mile a minute to try and wrap around and understand what, exactly, was going on.

He wasn’t supposed to be here, not this far back at least.

The kid’s- no MK’s face scrunched up in front of him.

Sun Wukong blinked, tilting his head in confusion.

Confusion melted away into bewilderment as MK sneezed, the generated wide pressure enough to blast away the blades of grass and dirt from his fur as well as turn it into a mess. Even pushing Wukong’s head back a bit!

He blinked.

MK sniffled.

He looked behind him, the only area safe from destruction being the ground immediately behind him. Everything else having been either upturned or blown away. He then turned back towards MK.

“Right,” He began slowly. “I forgot you could do that.” He hummed, jumping up a bit as he leaned back and fell onto his cloud. He shifted MK around to hold him in the crook of one of his arms and against his chest, his other hand hovering over the infant in his arm.

He flexed his fingers, drawing upon his magic into a familiar shape guided by his will, a magic circle forming beneath his fingertips. 

He paused.

He didn’t know why, exactly. Logically, he knew what he should have done. Sealed the kid’s magic, fly over to the nearby city then drop him right outside of Pigsy’s door and wipe his hands clean of the situation and just watch from afar.

So why, exactly, was he hesitating?

It was the right choice, the correct choice in all honesty.

He didn’t need MK on his mountain, MK wouldn’t be MK if he grew up on Flower Fruit Mountain either. Life as a mortal, no matter how powerless he became- no, because of how powerless he became despite his origin, would shape and mould him, alongside Pigsy’s guidance, into the MK that Sun Wukong knew and cared for.

The MK that would go on to become his successor.

So why-

“Ababa!” Mk reached out for the magic circle, stars in his eyes as giggles spilled from his lips. 

He felt two things curl in his chest. One that made him feel warm, lessened the unease of his smile and softened his eyes as he cooed at the infant.

And the other.

Ah, so that’s why.

He was curious.

Curious indeed.

This… Situation, offered him a chance for something new. An opportunity to change the course of destiny in its entirety.

And yet.

It wouldn’t be the right choice.

Everything that had made MK, well, MK had happened without his interference. In which he only watched from afar as MK grew from an infant into an adult that was eccentric yet loveable. All the way until he eventually found and picked up his staff and sent everything into motion.

If he kept MK, instead of giving him up, that would offer up new opportunities. So many different things for him to try, to do, all of which would shape MK into an individual that would either be so far from the one in his memory, a carbon copy, or a middle ground.

It would also render knowledge that Sun Wukong held useless or close to it.

So, what to do?

Give him up, and play by Destiny’s script.

Or.

Keep him, and try something new?