#mk1 raide

[spicybeefnoodles]

in a twist of fate

summary: liu kang loses kung lao anyway

warnings: canon typical violence, hurt/no comfort :)

Kung Lao was always fated to die. No matter what Liu Kang tried to do, his best friend’s life always ended in a premature death and changing his destiny would require a large sacrifice that Liu Kang was not willing to make. Of course, Liu Kang tried to mitigate the ways that Kung Lao could die: he made the tournament non-lethal, made Shao Kahn work for a good Sindel, and everything he could possibly think of to make Earthrealm as safe as possible. And over time, Liu Kang thought his plan had worked: that Kung Lao would die from old age, maybe from his poor eating habits but never violently. The Fire God eventually forgot about Kung Lao’s fated destiny.

Until Shujinko went rogue. The student had gotten too arrogant, too cocky, and when Kung Lao went to talk his student out of it, Shujinko had grabbed Kung Lao by his neck and sent lightning through the monk’s neck, smiling wickedly and dropping his unconscious mentor to the floor. When Raiden had informed him of the situation, Liu Kang had paled and rushed there as soon as possible to track down the wild student and erase his memories. Later, Liu Kang had visited Kung Lao in the hospital, and memories of his own Kung Lao flashed through his mind, the snapped neck and dead look in the monk’s eyes that usually held such mirth.

But, this Kung Lao had opened his eyes, a bit tired and murky looking, but he had let out a smug laugh and said he was honored to have the Fire God worry about him. Liu Kang breathed a sigh of amusement and relief, thankful that Kung Lao had lived. He would have to go through physical therapy, regain his sense of fighting, but he would live and that was enough.

After that, Liu Kang kept a close eye on the hat wielder while Raiden stuck to Kung Lao, acting as a bodyguard, especially when Kung Lao decided to train Shujinko once more and try to correct his past mistakes. Whenever the student’s hands would wander too close to Kung Lao’s neck or sparked a bit too much electricity, Kung Lao would flinch backward, breath quicker and muscles tense, too small of an action for the untrained eye but it was enough for Raiden to cut the training sessions short and take Kung Lao away to help him calm down.

A few more months passed, and nothing happened to Kung Lao. Liu Kang relaxed once more because with Raiden so close to Kung Lao, the Fire God had nothing to worry about. He watched as Raiden and Kung Lao became closer to each other, a twinge of bitterness in his heart as he was reminded of the late nights he used to share with Kung Lao. His heart sang with sadness when he witnessed Raiden leave a gentle kiss on Kung Lao’s lips on a surprise visit, and the Fire God wished he could take Kung Lao all for himself. He missed Kung Lao. It was an ache in his heart that would not soothe itself. Every night, Liu Kang would sit in front of the hourglass and sometimes he could feel the past touches of his Kung Lao drift over his shoulders, his arms, his neck. He would glance back, expecting to see a smug smile and crinkled eyes, but no one would be there.

But, Liu Kang couldn’t just contact Titan Kung Lao and indulge in his memories. Not when they were both so busy. And so, he just watched as Raiden and Kung Lao grew closer and closer to each other, touches lingering on each other’s arms and bright eyes drinking in each other’s bodies.

And then, Shang Tsung came with Quan Chi, attacking the academy in an attempt to erase the initiates and any further resistance to their grab for power. Liu Kang had arrived early enough to see the pair slaughtering innocent monks and relishing in their dying breaths and stealing their souls. He had come late enough to see none of the students remained, all taken down to safety lockdown rooms. He had come in time to see Kung Lao fighting off Quan Chi’s demons, not sensing Shang Tsung right behind him.

Right then and there, as Liu Kang watched Shang Tsung unsheathe the claws on his arms and aim to stab right through Kung Lao’s heart, he grabbed onto the threads of time and pulled. He could not, would not have Kung Lao die again. Liu Kang would not survive if he watched him fall to the ground once more. If he watched Kung Lao die again, the skies would rain fire, and the seas would boil. He would tear through Earth and Outworld to fight for Kung Lao’s life. He would kill to save.

Raiden turned from his own fight, controlled like a puppet on strings and put himself between Shang Tsung’s attack and Kung Lao’s body. Liu Kang watched in horror, too late to try and straighten the threads of time as Raiden coughed up blood and shot streaks of lightning through Shang Tsung’s arm. The sorcerer howled in pain and signaled for him and Quan Chi to leave, disappearing in a dark portal as the demons retreated back to their hell.

Liu Kang would not forget the screams of Kung Lao as he held Raiden in his arms, hands desperately trying to keep the blood from flowing. He would not forget the tearful sobs that Kung Lao let out when he realized that Raiden had died in an instant, eyes cold and unseeing. He would not forget the broken whimpers of Kung Lao as he repeated his love for Raiden over and over again.

Liu Kang came over, trying to explain himself for the action, not aware that Kung Lao didn’t know that he had directly caused Raiden’s death. That was his mistake. When Kung Lao looked up at Liu Kang, eyes filled with confusion then hatred as he realized that Lord Liu Kang had inadvertently killed Raiden, Kung Lao screamed at the god, not caring of his position. He screamed that this was Liu Kang’s fault, to bring Raiden back to him. To bring him back so Kung Lao could tell him that he loved him. To bring him back so that Kung Lao could take him to Madam Bo’s and propose on the anniversary of their first date. To bring him back so that they could grow old together. To bring him back so that he could hold Raiden’s warm body in his arms again.

Liu Kang flinched backward when Kung Lao threw his hat at the god, screaming and wailing as he held onto Raiden’s cooling body like a lifeline. Liu Kang disappeared after that. He watched through the hourglass as Kung Lao fought tooth and nail to keep Johnny and Kenshi from taking Raiden from his bloodied hands. In the end, Johnny had to knock Kung Lao unconscious to get the monk to let go of Raiden’s pale body.

Liu Kang watched the white funeral for the champion that Kung Lao didn’t attend, still distraught and in denial about his lover’s death and spotted an engagement ring on Raiden’s finger, a ring of simple design with a pattern of cherry blossoms and blue lightning streaks.

Liu Kang watched as Kung Lao became a shell of himself. He didn’t eat, didn’t train, didn’t do anything except sit in front of Raiden’s grave everyday.

Liu Kang watched as the monk drank at every opportunity, and he listened to the prayers that Kung Lao sent his way, begging him to bring Raiden back to him before switching to angry insults about how Fire God Liu Kang was a terrible god. That he did not deserve his title.

Even Geras, Liu Kang’s most loyal friend and trustee had criticized him for his actions, saying that he should not have messed with the threads of time, and Liu Kang knew that he was wrong for trying to protect the sliver of his past that he held onto.

Eventually, Kung Lao healed, went back to his training, started talking to Johnny and Kenshi again, and quit drinking himself into a stupor. But, there was a certain slowness to his movements, a part of his soul that died with Raiden. His smile never reached his eyes, his words were shorter, sharper than before. He would reach out for someone after accomplishing something, turning with a smile for a ghost. When Liu Kang came back to the academy to check on the student's progress, Kung Lao only greeted him cordially and escaped the room, uninterested in talking to the god when before Kung Lao would spend every waking moment with him.

Liu Kang watched as he lost his best friend all over again, and how there was nothing he could do to change that.

a/n: yeah, this is based on @helsensm Kung Lao's Dead AU. what're you gonna do about it?? in all actuality, while i love seeing kung lao die (i love torturing my faves), i wanted to see kung lao suffer the emotional brunt of death and how that would happen. consider this an au of an au. if you see any grammatical mistakes, no you didn't. i whipped this out in like two hours; cut me some slack.

[decadencetranscendence]

mklog

recently i been though a hard time for my little mental problem, cant draw more,sorry.

[unabashedfacecreator]

Kurtis Stryker is a threat to mankind! Take his FLASHLIGHT AND TASER AWAY!

[bonecuisine]

OKAY I finished watching khaos reigns and here's my short ass opinions and questions because I'm bored (and tired kajdjend)

(!Spoilers ahead!)

Things I liked:

• I like cyrax, her character is intresting to me. I was actually invested in her story and I found some of her intros really sweet. Not to mention she is GORGEOUS in my opinion.

• Empress mileena and the two seconds of ashrah, khameleon , and li mei🙏

• Found WWll johnny kinda funny and interesting, maybe it's because I'm a history nerd idk

• (hot take) I actually liked how we saw a bit of Harumi, not to mention I find her very pretty

• One of my new favorite mortal kombat screenshots:

ALIRGHT time for the dislikes

sorry to anyone who might disagree. Again these are just my opinions and if you do disagree, that's fine like what you like I can't control that.

• Sektor just..pissed me off kinda? Along with Bi-han (no surprise there), she overall didn't interest me as much personally

^ Add on to this, and sorry to be a hater, especially because I don't like doing hate posts(?) That often but HOLY FUCKKK I'm not a fan of the relationship between them😭 It genuinely is just..so random and I'm not the person to hate on ships (unless if it's illegal/proship) but this one..this one is just NOT on my list. To anyone who likes it again, no hate to you! Just my opinion.

• emperor Rain didn't interest me that much, sorry. BUTTT he is not dislikeable at all

^ ANOTHER add on and I was talking to a mutual about this eailer, I feel like we didn't get like..enough of him(?) In a way where I'd actually care about his death. Yes, it was sad, but I really.. just never felt interested in his story.

• Some parts of the story felt kinda rushed imo

Now for my questions..

• I'm curious about madam bo's relationship with sektor. As in mentioned in intros it doesn't sound healthy..especially because from what I picked up she's against sektors ideas with the Lin kuei (along with sektors father) and seems to be upset by it (which is understandable)

This one as well

which I'm totally not adding because I MIGHT feel this one

That's really my main curiosity at the moment? I think I have others but I am writing this late, anddd my brains kinda dead 💀

ANYWAYS, saying this for the 100th time but if you disagree/like the characters I dislike thats totally fine! I legit CANNOT control what you like or what someone Is interested in! These were just my opinions and I thought I'd share :D

[merryandrewsart]

One of my friends once mentioned she likes Royal AU and Fantasy Worlds.

Au where Kenshi is a North prince/warlord and Johnny is from the South.

[iliketangerines]

hi, hello, how are ya? 🎊 perhaps a stalker mk1 kung lao? I know I’m sick.

like the reader and him def have known each other for a while. and under the guise of friendship gained trust. he raids her drawers, steals panties, reads her journal, etc.

so one day while the reader is out doing whatever, Kung Lao decides to snoop through her stuff because of obsession

and heard reader returning. So he scrambles inside her closet, watching her through the crack, creepy moment you know?

reader hears a rustle, and opens the closet, shocked. But Kung Lao shuts the reader up by crashing his lips to theirs, Then it escalates.

dub con smut? If not that’s cool. Normal smut? If not that’s cool. I love your writing. Have a wonderful day!! ⚛️🪅

thinking about you

a/n: KUNG LAAAAAOOOO. gotta preface by saying, hey, please don’t actually stalk people or break into their houses because that’s a crime

pairing: kung lao x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), creepy kung lao, noncon, panty sniffer, blowjobs

Kung Lao cannot stop thinking about you

every second of the day you inhabit his head, frolicking around and haunting his every thought and dream, and no matter what he tries he can’t keep his mind off you

maybe it was because you were from the big city, and he had always dreamed of being able to go to the cities and find a more exciting life than the one he held here

or maybe you were just pretty and exotic and something new in the village, where he knew everyone and their dirty secrets except for yours

whatever it was, Kung Lao knew this wasn’t healthy, not when he’s watched and memorized your schedule and shirked his responsibilities to creep on you

not when he’s crept up to your window and looked inside of your bedroom and took note of every decoration and nook and cranny in your room

not when he’s crept into your bedroom in the middle of the night when you were fast asleep and just watched you laying in your bed

and he definitely should not be in your apartment a few minutes after you had left for your day job and wouldn’t be back for a few hours

and he most definitely should not be peering into your laundry basket and picking a pair of your undies, hands shaking and pupils dilating at the sight

Kung Lao brings the panties up to his face, breathing in the scent of you, and he hums, it smells like your body wash and so distinctly you

he shouldn’t, he really really shouldn’t, but he sticks his tongue out and tastes the fabric where you’ve touched it with your skin and it feels like he’s about to cum in his pants

shoving his hand down his pants, so desperate he doesn’t even pull them down for easier access, he strokes his cock, just taking in the scent of you as he jerks himself off

groaning into the air, he swipes his thumb over the tip, collecting the pre-cum on his cock and spreading it along the length

the friction of his hand against his underwear doesn’t matter, not when he’s surrounded by your very essence, not when he’s got your panties in his hand

he can imagine you right now, on your knees, sucking his cock, tears gathered in your pretty eyes, lips stretched around the girth

would you be teasing? playful? play with him and leave him on the edge until he shoved your head and down and came down your throat?

or would you be good? obedient? doing your best to make him cum and bobbing your head up and down, the sound of your slurping and gagging filling his ears?

however you would be, Kung Lao would enjoy it, he would enjoy you and your body, your sounds, your softness, your obedience, whether or not you gave it to him

taking another sniff of your panties, he brings them down into his pants, wrapping the fabric around his aching cock, and he bites his lip to hold in a loud grunt as he pumps himself with your panties

it doesn’t feel good, fabric much too rough and the slide not enough, but it felt like heaven to him, and Kung Lao closes his eyes

he pumps his cock faster and faster, imagining he’s fucking you, listening to your pleas and cries for him to make you cum, feeling you squeezing around him

Kung Lao groans as he imagines the taste of your cum on his tongue, he would make you cum with his mouth over and over again to hear you plead for mercy

the monk groans and cums into your panties, rubbing himself through his orgasm and opening his eyes to let the haze fuzz away as his mind clears

taking the panties out of his pants, they’re thoroughly soaked in his cum, and he wonders if he should just fling them back into your laundry basket right on top or if he should bury it in the middle

if he left it on top, he’s not too sure if you would notice, you didn’t have a penchant for looking in the laundry basket when you stripped off your clothes

but if you did…

oh he can already taste your fear, and it would be delicious

but he could also bury it in the bottom, knowing that you just throw the laundry in one big pile into the washing machine

Kung Lao flings them to the top of the laundry basket, not like you would be able to get a DNA test in this small town, and he takes one more look around your room before crawling out the window

he cannot wait to see what happens

[etheralsweetheart]

MK characters with a breeding kink (PT. 2)

Yeah… it’s been a while. I wanna thank all the people who stuck by and for those who sent me requests, I will still try and answer them, but I cannot promise writing them all. Anyways enjoy this!! (Breeding duh, reader is female, degradation, kano, pregnancy kink, tell me if I missed anything)

Hanzo Hasashi

I think this one’s pretty obvious. As we know, he used to have a wife and son before they got killed. But with you in the picture, you managed to make him heal from that trauma and move on. He gave love a second chance and that’s where you guys… were at your wedding. Hanzo couldn’t have been happier in his new life. Being by your side, surrounded by all your loved ones.

After the wedding ended you and Hanzo went to your hotel rooms. You were slowly undressing yourself when you suddenly felt warm hands massaging your back.

“Hanzo..”

 “Shh.. I know dear” he whispered into your ear before guiding you to the bed. Scorpion wanted to throw you on the bed and ravage you. He wanted to claim what was his, but Hanzo wanted to treat you right. Give you the love you deserve.

All you could do is moan as your husband kept pounding his cock in you. He was trying to be gentle, but couldn't help but speed up. Scorpion wanted nothing more than to breed you to give him a new heir that will carry on his legacy. You felt dizzy with how fast he was fucking you and it didn’t help that his whole body was getting wartmer by the second. The whole room smelt like sex as he kept pounding until both of you climaxed.

You shortly passed out. He chuckled before kissing your head and dozing off to sleep.

Raiden

In my opinion both Raidens work (That is mk1 and mk11)

I feel like he has a breeding kink, not only because of selfish reasons but also family reasons. Mk11 Raiden has a brother and probably helped raise Liu Kang and Kung Lao with the monks. As for mk1 Raide, he just gives me the vibes that he would want to be a father. No matter the version, Raiden loses his cool with you. Just seeing you vulnerable and putting so much trust in him makes his cock so hard. And he feels guilty thinking sexually of you. But he can’t help wanting to fuck his cum deep inside you and secretly hoping to get you pregnant. Of course he’d be gentle with you, except we're talking about dark Raiden.

While he cares for your comfortability, getting you filled with cum is more on his mind than anything else. He just wants to bend you over any surface and fuck you until you pass out. Like the others he would also hope you give him a heir, so he can pass his legacy along.

Kano

Okay Kano. He’s only into breeding because he loves the feeling of cumming deep inside your cunt. His dick cums so so much and you can only pray that he doesn’t get you pregnant, because you know he won’t stick around. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love the way his meaty cock would shoot ropes of cum deep into you. The way he pounds deep into you while he keeps whispering dirty things in your ear makes you dizzy. The alcohol smell on his breath doesn’t help either…

Erron Black

Like Kano, he’s purely doing it for the feeling. There’s nothing that he loves more than to bend you over and fucking you until you can’t even think straight. Not only that, but he’s also a exhibitonist.He likes doing it in risky places, such as at night, on a balcony, open windows and the list goes on.. but he would be lying if he said he doesn’t wanna see you pregnant. Erron was raised with traditions, except he didn’t follow each rule and often rebelled. It doesn’t help the fact that he also lives wild. But hopefully as he gets older and works for Kotal Kahn, he might actually try for a kid. One won’t hurt

[plutoswritingplanet]

Unpunishable (Shang Tsung x F!Reader)

a/n: no one asked for this, but hey, i've been in love with that soul stealing stink-man, i had to finally write something for him. this one is specifically MK1 story mode adjacent, but i do want to write more (for MK11 and the movie), Cross-Posted on AO3

Warnings: Dub-Con (kinda i guess), Captivity, playing fast and loose with the canon, Kinda Soft Shang?, Reader is a Blood Mage (nothing too serious tho)

Summary: After you and your friends raid Shang Tsung's laboratory, you get caught and kept captive by the Sorcerer himself.

Is it wrong to want more?

That was the thought plaguing you from the beginning of your training at the Wu-Shi temple. Blood magic was frowned upon in Outworld. For you to even cross the threshold of the realm, there had been some serious negotiations set in place. Still, the Fire God has managed to convince Empress Sindel of your assets as a healer.

And, you were a curious thing, after all. Humans were not born with magic in Earthrealm, it could only be bestowed by a God. Which is why your natural talent at commanding blood, both yours, and later someone else's, was a strange sight indeed. Strange enough to stir the interest of Outworld's nobility, granting you a safe passage to the tournament with your training companions.

Which is how you landed here. Between helping Raiden navigate the Tournament, through the secret mission on behalf of Liu Kang, and right up to now. As you sit, poised like a decorative doll, hands locked behind your back, intricate, golden cuffs digging into the skin of your wrists. There are piles upon piles of golden coins surrounding you, gold trickles down the walls in long smears of paint, golden dust stains your skin. A kink forms deep within your spine, from the uncomfortable position you have been put in.

And then, there's the deep, bleeding cut, stretching the expanse of your thigh. It was a stupid idea, tagging along for the mission to find Shang Tsung, and bring him to Liu Kang for questioning. You shouldn't have followed your friends into that one. Even more idiotic, was your short stand against Princess Mileena, as her Tarkat affliction took control of her. The fight, if you could even call it that, ended with you gaining a black eye and an awful, ugly cut, made by Princess's knives.

You shift in your position, trying to relieve some of the discomfort. Instead, the thick fabric of your pants slides on the wound, making you wince in pain. Flexing your fingers behind your back, you try to focus on the constant throbbing in your leg. If the traditional means of escape have been taken from you, perhaps a more finessed touch would be efficient.

Blood trickles on your skin, and every fiber of your being zeros in on the feeling. Sweat forms on your forehead, as you slowly force the stream to run upwards, towards your hip, and around your back. Your fingers flex into intricate positions, a thin line of your own blood reaches your wrist.

You have never tried this trick with your magic, all your life dedicating your gift to the art of healing. Dealing with the blood of other people, stopping, pushing, extracting, those were the things you were good at. Solidifying your own plasma, so it can cut through metal cuffs, was an entirely different topic.

But you have to escape. You have to. There's no telling what will happen to you, should you remain in this prison. Surrounded by gold and jewels, like some sort of perverted spoil of war. You valued yourself too much, to allow that. And, most importantly, your friends needed help. The intel you've gathered while being stuck in this wretched place wasn't much, but it was something, which in turn was enough to keep fighting.

Breathing becomes a hassle. You've already exerted far too much of your power, trying to extract from your bleeding thigh, and your hands shake behind your back, as you visualize particles sticking together, forming something solid, something that would free you of this prison. The liquid curling around your wrist shifts, an outer layer forming around it. All you've managed to achieve, is a sort of coagulated jelly, sticking to your skin.

"Your dedication to freedom in commandable." a familiar, male voice surrounds you, and you whip around, chain jingling at the sudden movement.

There he stands, in all his glory. Your captor.

Shang Tsung stalks towards you, his hands clasped behind his back as he leans down, hair flowing past his shoulders and obscuring the two of you from the world in a thick, black curtain. He smells rich. Sandalwood and jasmine, mixed with a nauseating undertone of blood and rot, no doubt, a leftover from his laboratory. It forces you to reel your head back, to try and escape it, but your efforts are quickly destroyed, as the sorcerer closes in further.

"Your skill, however…" his dark eyes fly around your face, taking in your distressed expression with a cruel smile "Well, let's just say there's some room for improvement."

Your eyebrows crease, as he flashes you a grin, before straightening up to his full height, allowing you a moment of relief from his overpowering presence. The bloody clot you've managed to form around your wrist falls to the floor as soon as you lose focus, and silently, you mourn the feeling of blood sinking between golden coins, never to be recovered again. You couldn't even if you tried, not with the Outworld's Snake right in front of you, circling your body like a hawk ready to strike.

Suddenly, he crouches down, right beside your abused leg, your breath catching in your lungs at the sudden change. The way he moved never seized to amaze you, as much as you hated to admit it. There was grace burned into his very being, every step a slithery dance. It terrified you, rightfully so, but underneath something new was brewing. A feeling, which you could easily dismiss during the rush of fighting, was no longer satisfied with staying dormant.

There was a strange pull between the two of you, like two magnets on the opposite sides of a table. Whenever your eyes met with the Sorcerer, you could feel something buried inside your soul start to wake. It felt so foreign, yet so very familiar at the same time, like a ghost of some ancient prophecy clawing at your mind.

Once you free yourself from this hellish predicament, you'll ask Liu Kang what is going on with you. He has to know, or at least, suspect something, and you knew very well, feelings like those could not be ignored. Too much was at stake, to keep secrets out of some misguided shame. That is, if you even make it out of here, because the man beside you suddenly pushes his robe outwards, producing a small box with a practiced flare, like a magician during one of his shows.

"Do not fret, Mortal" you're not sure if the "pet" name is a thinly veiled insult, or if it's just the way the Sorcerer speaks "This is simply something to heal your leg."

Now, your confusion must be palpable, because Shang Tsung's smile widens, as he takes in your face. Then, he laughs quietly to himself, barely above a whisper, and the hairs at the back of your neck stand straight at the sound.

"I don't want anything from you" it's a pathetic effort at staying defiant, and both of you know it.

Instead of entertaining your little outburst, the Sorcerer grabs your leg with his free hand. Immediately, you start to struggle, despite the sharp pain overtaking your senses, as his grip on you tightens. Then, you let out a sharp squeak, when the man's golden claws tear into the fabric of your pants just above the wound, and dangerously close to the apex of your thighs.

The wound looks back at you, swollen and bloody, and you swallow thickly, as blood flows from your face. You could treat it, successfully as well, if only your hands weren't currently bound behind your back, with very limited moving space. Shang Tsung opens the box with delicate fingers. There is some sort of salve packed inside, a rather large indent right in the middle proving it's been used quite extensively.

His hold on you becomes less of a grip, bordering almost on a soft caress, which brings an entire wave of concerning feelings to the surface of your mind. If he notices the way your cheeks flush, he says nothing, opting instead on dipping his fingers into the salve.

"This might hurt" he warns you, although there is not a single note of concern in his voice.

"What is that? Another Tarkat experiment?" you try to mask the shaking in your voice, as the thought of being experimented on genuinely frightens you.

Your leg twitches under his fingers, and he digs in deeper, turning to face you with an unexpected, serious expression. Again, you feel short of breath, as his dark eyes bear into yours with intensity you haven't yet experienced.

"I would never..." he cuts himself off.

The word, or rather, the tone in which he says it seems to startle you both. His eyebrows furrow in an expression of annoyance, or worry, you're not entirely sure, and he turns back towards your wound, his black hair shielding his face from your gaze. Was that repulsion, hidden within his voice? Your chest suddenly feels much too tight. Was the merciless Sorcerer disgusted by the prospect of conducting his inhumane experiments on you? You weren't sure if the sentiment warmed your heart… Or terrified you to the very core of your being.

Still, all your thoughts leave your brain, as soon as Shang Tsung places his fingers on your wound. At first, a cold feeling overtakes you, pain letting go for just a split second. Then, fire. White, hot, burning ache, seeping into your wound. It feels as if it reaches your bone marrow, and with a silent scream you fall on your back, writhing on the floor. Golden coins fly from under your feet, as you kick around, the golden chain tying your hands together strains, as you pull on it with all your might. Slowly, the pain fades, some sort of tight sensation pulling at the skin of your thigh.

And one more thing.

As you come down from the initial shock of the painful treatment, your brain registers something warm and firm, rubbing circles into your flesh. It takes you another while longer to realize it's Shang Tsung's hand, resting right above the wound, claws tapping on the inside of your leg. He watches you, as your breathing starts to slow, eyes following drops of sweat falling from your forehead and mingling with tears. Your lips parted, your eyelids flutter, and you let out a long sigh, finally being able to look down on your leg.

Where the wound once was, now, a long, pink scar shines in the light of the torches strung around the chamber. Shang Tsung closes the box, before hiding it amongst the many layers of his outfit. You half expect him to stand up and leave, but your hopes are squashed once again, as the man kneels down next to you, turning his attention towards your heaving chest.

His hand comes up, towards your face, claws shining gold. You wince and close your eyes, despite your best efforts to appear strong, but the pain you've anticipated doesn't come. Instead, you feel something sharp drag itself across your forehead. You risk cracking an eye at him, face scrunching, before relaxing into an expression of utter confusion.

There he was, your captor, tormentor, your enemy, brushing flyaway hairs from your sweaty forehead. Your eyes meet, and again, feelings swirl inside your gut, some you're too scared to decipher, and some need no explanation. His lips curl into something akin to a smirk, yet his eyes remain focused on you entirely, thoughts swimming behind his irises. Then, as if some magic spell has been broken, you can see him shift into his true self, the same scheming energy overflowing him, as if a new, frightful idea has formed inside his mind.

Once again, he reaches into the pockets of his robe, this time producing a deliciously red apple. Its skin is shiny, the potent smell makes your mouth water, and suddenly you remember you haven't eaten in Gods know how many hours. With a dark chuckle, the man turns the apple, from side to side, as if he wants you to take full stock of just how sinful it looks. Then, with a simple gesture, he tips it towards your lips. Your eyes snap up at him.

"I can't eat it with my hands tied" your voice sounds rough from all the pain you've experienced before.

"Nonsense, I shall feed you" he answers, as if this was the most obvious way out of your predicament, and the heat of embarrassment mixes with anger in your gut.

"You want me to eat out of your hand like some damned pet?"

Now, he laughs, fully. His eyes crinkle at the sides, as he inclines his head towards you.

"I know full-well you're too dangerous to let roam freely" your eyes flicker towards the apple, "And after all you've been through, aren't you hungry, Mortal?"

Your teeth grind against each other, as you weight your options. Shang Tsung moves the apple again in a tantalizing manner, and your resolve crumbles. Your eyes lock onto his, giving him the best performance of defiance you could muster, and slowly, you open your mouth.

"Good girl" he croons, and for a split second you ponder, if spitting at the man was worth the consequences.

He brings the apple closer, lets it rest on your bottom lip, before giving you a patronizingly inviting smile. Swallowing your pride, your teeth sink into the fruit, and you can't stop the absolutely shameful moan from slipping out of you, as the sweetness of the apple hits your tongue. Damned be precautions, damned be your dignity, you were hungry, and that apple was delicious. So you take a bite so large, it almost reaches the stem, letting some juice flow down your chin.

Shang Tsung watches you eat with a laser focus one might imagine he reserves for his experiments, teeth catching his bottom lip.

Another bite, this one silent on your part. His eyes follow the column of your throat, when you swallow. One more, and you give him a show of looking up at his darkened expression when your teeth all but tear away from the fruit.

Your hands are shaking behind your back, a coil is forming deep within you, and you press your legs tight together, to shield the rest of your dwindling dignity from completely being torn away. He notices. Of course, he does, as your actions seem to have a similar effect on him, if his bitten lips and heavy breaths are anything to go by.

"Why go through all this trouble, Sorcerer?" you ask, licking your lips from the remnants of your meal.

His eyes follow your tongue, before looking back right into your eyes. The rest of the apple is thrown somewhere amongst the golden piles of treasure, forgotten entirely. Time seems to slow down, air becomes thick between the two of you, surrounding you like a vat of tar. The pull you've been feeling since meeting this infamous monster becomes almost too strong to ignore.

Shang Tsung raises his hand, grabbing your chin and pushing it upwards. There is a myriad of emotions running rampant on his face, until it finally settles on something so dark and wanting, your stomach tightens at the mere sight. His lips come down upon yours in an avalanche, slipping towards your chin, where he provocatively licks at your skin, tasting the apple's juices and humming to himself.

Your voice comes out as a small whimper, entire body reacting to his kiss, as you fight between pushing him away and pulling him much closer. He decides for you, coming back to claim your lips again, as his hands start to travel up the sides of your stomach, gathering your shirt in the process.

His clawed gauntlets scratch at your skin, not enough to actually hurt you, but enough to elicit a wave of shudders from your body. Finally, he pulls away, considering your swollen lips and disheveled hair as one would their newest painting. Pride and mischief mix well in his black irises, and he licks his lips slowly, making you blush impossibly red.

"You look quite beautiful, like this" he croons, tangling his free hand in the hair at the back of your neck, "So pliant under my fingers."

For a moment, all you can do is stare at him, poised above you with his usual smirk gracing his features. Then a thought materializes in your head, a chance at finding an escape route, if you could play your cards right.

"Untie me" you moan wantonly, arching your neck, as if to give him better access.

He launches at your exposed pulse point immediately, licking a long stripe up, before giving your skin a few delicious nips, ones that make you almost forget your half-formed plan. Almost. Gathering all your resolve, you writhe against him. His clothes are hiding a lean, but well-muscled body, and you wish so hard, you could run your hands down his chest.

"Untie me, please" you don't recognize your voice, so broken and needy.

The Snake stops his ministrations, tugging at your hair, before sliding his hand towards your shoulders, where he grabs you and pulls you even closer, so your body is leaning almost completely on his lap. His other hand makes quick work of the zipper on your trousers and worms itself into your underwear. A wave of humilation hits you, as your pink, polka-dotted panties look at you from between the fly.

"I can't risk you getting away" he whispers in your ear and takes a long whiff of your hair, humming in pleasure, "My Benefactor has made it clear, you are crucial to their plan."

That startles you. Or it would, if the Sorcerer hadn't began to delicately rub his fingers over your lower lips, just shy of entering you. It's torture, a new brand of cruel experiment, you think, as you buck your hips against him, trying to get some sort of pressure

"I would've thought you wanted me for yourself" you pant between heated kisses you're leaving on the exposed skin of is neck, "It certainly - oh - seems so."

The hand which is currently not occupied sneaks around your middle, before grabbing a handful of your right breasts.

"Would you like that?" he asks into the crown of your head, his fingers finally dipping into your opening.

It takes you several tries to form an answer in your brain, and another few to vocalize it. His thumb makes quick work of finding your bundle of nerves, and instantly starts to abuse that newly-found knowledge. You bite your lip, hard, to stop any sounds from escaping you, but the Sorcerer wouldn't have it. His mouth finds yours, and he swallows your moans of pleasure with an approving hum reverberating through his chest,

"Would you like to be kept by me? Be mine and mine alone" his lips brush against yours as he talks, and you tug mercilessly on your binds, wanting to hold onto something, anything. Him.

"I-" you can't quite finish your sentence, because the hand that's been, for the most part, playing with your breast like it's a stress ball, begins to travel further down, until it rests on the lower part of your stomach. "No."

It comes out as choked and desperate, as his fingers curl upwards inside you, hitting a spot that nearly makes you fly off the ground. He laughs, right in your ear.

"No?"

"No" you swallow, "I'm- oh fuck... I'm too good for you."

Another deliberate motion of his fingers and your toes start to curl. He might be the key to undoing the entire universe, but hell, he does know how to use his fingers. Long and elegant fingers, trained by years spent on studying ad practicing spells, made dexterous by whatever horrors he has committed in his laboratories. Fingers, which are currently pumping in and out of you with a pace set specifically to drive you insane.

"Yes" he hisses through his teeth, pressing his nose to the crown of your head, "You are too good for me, aren't you? That's why you're here, taking my fingers like you were meant for it."

Gods, his voice really isn't helping you focus. By the feeling of something hard and rather large poking you in your thigh, you guess you're not the only one getting off on the sound of his voice. A coil starts to tighten deep within you, growing tighter with every movement of his fingers, every word coming out of his filthy mouth

"Even the Fire God couldn't keep you away from me" his thumb presses down onto your clit and begins to rub it in quick circles, "He was so scared to let you go into my lair, wasn't he?"

You nod absentmindedly, thrashing in the Sorcerer's lap, as a strong shiver of pleasure wrecks your body. Experimentally, you move your backside, rubbing against his growing erection, and the man hisses into your ear, his movements faltering for a split-second.

"He was right" Shang Tsung seethes the words into your skin, before coming down to bite on your shoulder, "We will be each other's undoing."

His palm presses flat on your lower stomach, as his efforts inside your pants increase tenfold. The coil is so close to breaking, you can feel tears start to form in the corners of your eyes.

"Ladies first, sweet thing" he hums, pressing your writhing body even closer to himself, "Come undone for me."

And you do, as if compelled by some ancient magic. Your face buries itself into his robes, teeth catching on the skin of the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. And you bite, hard enough to break his skin, taste his blood on your tongue. The coil shatters, and so does your grip on the world. You let out a muffled wail, the Sorcerer pulling you even closer, engulfing you entirely in his presence, his smell. Your legs are shaking, as Shang Tsung lets you ride out your orgasm on his nimble fingers, and soon, your body becomes boneless.

He doesn't let you go for a while longer, still pressed to your body, swaying with you in some sort of perversion of intimacy. Or perhaps, as much as the thought terrifies you, there is some link building between the two of you. Something more than lust and curiosity. Then, his hand leaves your pants, coming up out of your field of vision. You catch a glimpse of his soaked fingers, and your imagination fills in, what might be happening just above your head, as an obscenely wet sound of sucking reaches your ears.

Then, like the gentleman he is, he helps you button your pants back up, straightens your shirt and ties your hair more neatly. You want to kiss him again. There is another need brewing inside you, as you watch him stand up and dust his clothes, which are now stained with gold dust in places.

Is it wrong to want more?

You want to reach up, brush your fingers through his hair, kiss him until he can't speak clearly. You wants to feel his breath quicken again, feel his pulse run wild. You want to drain his blood and feed on his power until there's nothing left.That last thought freezes you in your spot, cold shivers climbing up your body like a dead hand gripping you from beneath the earth.

Too dark, too power-hungry, and you were none of those things. You never will be.

"Beautiful" he murmurs again, watching you from above, but this moment of sentiment is cut shortly, as his head snaps towards the entrance to the chamber, expression souring instantly

Your eyes follow his, but there's nothing you can see in the darkness. A chill runs up your spine.

"Get ready, Mortal" oh, so we're back to thinly veiled insults, "My Benefactor will want to meet you soon."

With that, he turns to leave, not sparing you a second glance, and you're back to being alone. Used and left between the piles upon piles of gold surrounding you, like your part of this chamber. A pretty thing, stained gold, made to exist only when it's owner is looking at it.

You need to get out of here, before you lose your mind.

[wonder-mei]

Tough man loves his wife (MK1 Kuai Liang)

Author's note; reminder this is not a lore accurate to the Mortal Kombat universe. I write because they're hot. I also do no have beta reader or i read my fan fic from top to bottom to see any errors. I'm lazy okay.

Everyone knows that Kuai Liang and Bi-han have similar characteristics but the younger one has sympathy inside of him,always by his adopted brother’s side and isn’t too stoic to other people. Everyone knows that Kuai Liang will have a family of his own but they never expected he will devote his life to his wife and children. 

Today he did a mission of helping the neighbouring village to slaughter invaders. He killed every invader without mercy just like they did to the innocent villagers. Covered in blood but not a single wound on him. Ever since his brother’s betrayal, Kuai Liang has trained himself to be stronger and stealthy, resulting in him not getting hurt in any battle and fights. 

Before he enters his home. He takes a shower outside the house. Washes every blood on him and wears fresh comfortable clothing for staying in his house. He has done this countless times; taking a bath from a mission and already having fresh clothes he placed every time before he went on a mission because he will be drenching in blood and sweat. He doesn’t want to enter his house like that.

After done cleaning himself. He enters his house without making a sound, thinking his family is already asleep. It’s very late at night. He slowly slid open the door to the master bedroom. His eyes land on an awakened woman sitting in front of her large cosmetic mirror carved from the finest wood in the land. She is combing her hair with the rarest jade comb he gifted from a raid he had months ago. Kuai Liang approaches his wife and sits behind her taking the jade comb from her hand then comb her hair. The wife smiles at her husband's arrival and affection which he always gives her every minute they’re together.

“Welcome home,husband-of-mine”

“I have returned,wife-of-mine. Why you’re not asleep yet?” He delicately combed her hair,admiring every strand. 

“I’m not tired yet. And” she turns to him with a smile “I’m waiting for you” she leans into her husband embracing him.

“I told you not to wait for me if i’m still not home at midnight” Kuai Liang smiles back at her stroking her hair. 

“I know but it won’t hurt to wait for husband-of-mine home right?”

Kuai Liang chuckles “Not at all. Thank you. Now turn back to the mirror. I want to continue brush your hair”

She turns back and Kuai Liang continues combing her hair. His other hand fishes hair oil out from his pocket then applies them in her hair.

“This smells new.Where did you get it?”

“An elderly woman gave this to me for saving the village. It is made from ginseng,very good for your hair” he brush her hair until the oil covers her hair 

“Oh” she holds her front hair to feel the texture “Feels much better than before. I love it”

“Really? Then i will buy this every month” 

The wife smiles at her husband’s promise. Kuai Liang swiftly wears a set of gemstones that complement her true beauty “I saw a seller in that village who mines gemstones around China. He gave me a good offer on these earrings. The second i laid my eyes on this gemstone,i think of you” 

The wife smiles more admiring the new gift her husband gave her. Tilting from side to side to admire them “They’re lovely,Kuai Liang” she hugs him tightly receiving a chuckle from him

“Let me see you” he holds her face staring at her. His thumbs strokes her cheeks admiring his own wife. The couple looks into each other eyes smiling together but then–

“Oh no. She’s awake” they both turn to a crying infant who was sleeping soundly on their bed. Kuai Liang with a big smile approaches his daughter. He gently holds the crying child but stops when she noticed her father is carrying her

“I think she’s jealous of you getting the attention” He teases his wife, “Very quick to get jealous just like her own mother”

“Hey!” she hits him pouting at him

The baby laughs at her mother hitting her father. Two sets of footsteps come storming into the room with a loud “Father!”

“Quiet boys. Don’t wake up the whole clan” their mother warns the twins but they didn’t listen. Launching themselves into their father like monkeys, “Look at these two rascals. Doesn’t listen just like their father” 

Kuai Liang laughs “I really can’t deny that”, he looks at his sons climbing on him but aware of their baby sister is in his arms asking loudly to their father about the mission 

“Boys! Let your father rest!” she warns again “Go back to your room now”

“Awww” the twins said in disappointed tone at the same time

“Let’s sleep together tonight. Sounds great right?”

The twins nod in excitement “YES!”. They both jump into the king sized bed ready to sleep. If they want to sleep

“You’re putting them to sleep” she pouts, watching their twins being hyperactive late at night. She takes their baby from him and walks to their bed. “Xiayi, Ruofei. Lay down!”

Kuai Liang watches his family being chaotic as they always are. A life he never thought he would get after years being betrayed by his own brother. His family is his beacon. To live,to fight and to have a peaceful life for them. 

a/n; my bestie wants a fan fic where there's kids. bleh here you go

[hatt0riart]

I WANTED TO MAKE MORE THAN JUST THIS but it took like. a week to get done and im sick these days

anyways in light of mk1's nonsense i revisited some koncepts i had for a roleswap au. i took hanzo's inspiration from a mix of mkx and mk11 outfits and kuai i kind of just winged it based off my own preferences in past appearances!!

more rambling is under the cut about the actual AU :-]

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY ART ON ANY OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA OR CROP THEM FOR ICONS. THANK YOU!

SO I HAVE NOT ACTUALLY DEVELOPED THIS BEYOND SOME OLD SKETCHES I HAD OF KUAI'S DESIGN but i had some general ideas of how this was supposed to work???

the shirai ryu is still alive and well! he's still a family man and very clan oriented. satoshi is still born and grows into his clan's responsibilities, however harumi dies in child birth.

the lin kuei on the other hand is Not Doing Well. they end up getting wiped out during a raid from the shirai ryu and most of kuai's immediate family (whether by choice or blood) ends up going down with them.

prior to this kuai ends up passing after a failed mission to retrieve the map of elements from the shaolin temple in an attempt to prove himself to his clan. (instead of bi-han being the one set on that path, kuai ends up taking the initiative instead WAY before he's ready without anyone's knowledge and ends up dying when met with scorpion.)

most of it is similar how it is in actual canon for how scorpion's story goes. he gets resurrected he pledges loyalty to quan chi in order to get revenge, blah blah blah. mortal kombat happens. the two meet again at some point.

kuai's still on that "you killed my family" juice but its...more so about familial ties (like bi-han and smoke) rather than it being the love(s) of his life (like hanzo's wife and son) , seeing as he died young from his own overzealous nature.

very much has anger issues. he's impatient and has alot shorter of a temper by comparison to scorpion in the original canon. hardly ever humbled until that point lol

hanzo on the other hand is surprisingly more lax. meditates often, drinks alot of tea and while he *IS* stressed he handles it alot better than kuai does. maybe has a problem of ignoring his problems though for the sake of the task at hand.

kuai ends up harassing hanzo alot in this AU even outside of the tournament. he's kind of a bitchy ghost there to remind hanzo of what happened to him and lowkey hanzo guilts over it.

kuai has alot of grim reaper motifs in his design. he carries a scythe made of ice primarily and fights at a more long distance range.

hanzo on the other hand is alot more of an up close brawler. he keeps alot of design traits from mkx with a bit of mk11 sprinkled in for inspiration of his "classic" design.

STILL A PYROMANCER!! i just havent thought out how. he's just regarded with a bit more respect for having those unnatural abilities lol

but yeah this is just me spitballing in bullet points. i'm hoping to make more stuff later that is a bit more...thought out properly but it follows more of like

mk mythologies --> mk9 -> mkx

type of timeline i guess? except hanzo is in bi-han's position and kuai ends up being put in scorpion's. bi-han doesn't really have a place in the AU outside of being a background character and driving motive for kuai's vengeance later on. (though we're not gonna talk about how bi-han's mentality eventually fed into kuai's at a young age and made him come to the conclusions he did before he died.... maybe.)

smoke exists for the sake of painful flashbacks lol

satoshi's also a bg character but he does end up growing up with the shirai ryu and takes on his own share of clan responsibilities. idk whether or not he takes after hanzo's pyromancy or not in this AU but either way he grows up to be a well respected figure in the clan!

alot of stuff outside of this remains the same though, just the lin kuei and shirai ryu's dynamics get swapped.

ANYWAYS YEAH IF YOU READ THRU ALL THIS THANKS FOR READING BYEEEE (i'll be adding to this au more later on when i finish my other sketches lol)

[bihanspookies]

Kasiya

Name: Kasiya (Ka-sigh-ah)

Age: Unknown (prev timeline)/ 23 (current timeline mk1)

Birthplace: Garden of Lotós

Race: Deity

Birthday: March 19 (first day of spring)

Hair: Dark brown

Eyes: Amber (pure black when using her power)

Skin Tone: Caramel

Distinguishing Features: Looks like crows feet but it’s actually roots near her eyes that will increase in length the more she uses her power.

Languages: All

Height: 5’7

Build: Slim, some muscle but not much since her main fighting style is with plants. Can do basic hand to hand combat but can be overpowered.

Scars: None

Jewelry: one on each lobe, her pendant, arm bands.

Tattoos: None. Does however have roots in the center of her back.

Makeup: Soft colors when wearing makeup

Eyeshadow: gold/brown, shimmery

Lips: soft pinks and browns

Clothes: Dresses with darker shades (blue, green, brown), gold accents. Has a lot of Greek goddess inspo.

Family: Cetrion (Mother/Creator), Kronika (Technical grandmother)

Nicknames: Sweetheart (Kung Lao current timeline), Goddess, Divine One (Kung Lao prev timeline) Siya (Raiden current timeline)

Likes: Nature, animals (specifically frogs), tea, swimming

Dislikes: People disrespecting nature, Shinnok, Kronika, Cetrion (later)

Fighting Style: Not particularly any style, moves gracefully as if she’s dancing, most of her moves are long ranged due to her powers. Not very good at hand to hand, defends more than attacks prefers long distance.

Powers and Abilities: Botanokinesis, mushroom manipulation, Life Transference.

Personality: She is friendly and good hearted but also dedicated to her duty. She is also serious, mature, and not one to stray away from her responsibilities. She’s carefree at heart but unfortunately does not get many opportunities to showcase it due to her obligations.

History: Crafted from nature’s flora, Kasiya is a creation by Cetrion as a means to help souls cross from Earthrealm to the Heavens like Kharon does for the souls that go to the Netherrealm.

Kasiya has been a part of MK universe since the beginning but did not make an official appearance until the second timeline (MK9).

In MK9 she mainly watches the spectacle from the Garden of Lotós, speaking with Raiden when he seeks her help since The Elder Gods are doing nothing to stop Shao Kahn. At this time, she is still very loyal to Cetrion but starts to question her mother and Kronika’s behavior and attitude towards the events circulating.

When Kung Lao is killed, she is absolutely devastated but knows she cannot interfere due to her status as a deity and risk a severe punishment from Cetrion. She reluctantly continues to watch from her home, up until several of the Earthrealm Champions are killed by Sindel. She confronts Cetrion to put a stop to this before more lives are lost but again, Cetrion only silences her and says that they are Gods and cannot do anything until Shao Kahn breaks the rules of Mortal Kombat. The rest of the events unfold and Kasiya is left heartbroken and in an emotional turmoil. This is also when she starts to feel lost in who she is and where she starts her journey into becoming astray.

In MKX (before the 20 year timeskip), Kasiya speaks more with Raiden along with Johnny Cage and Sonya Blade. While she still hasn’t left her home yet, she does speak with them via her fytó stámnas (pitcher plant). Just like before, she attempts to tell Cetrion of her brother, Shinnok, and the chaos he is causing upon Earthrealm. Again she is disregarded, warned that if she were to continue speaking with Raiden or his champions, there would be dire consequences. Kasiya obeys long enough to get her mother off her back, returning to talking with Raiden and attempting to help him in any way she can from her home. Throughout the story she tries to speak with Revenant Kung Lao to get him to change and to stop working for Quan Chi (even though she knows his sorcery is nearly impossible to break.)

After Shinnok is defeated, she sees how the darkness starts to overtake Raiden, Kasiya trying one more desperate attempt to get her mother to speak with Kronika. She is brushed aside immediately, being told that everything is going the way it is supposed to by Kronika's hand.

MK11 is when Kasiya truly steps into action, knowing about Kronika’s place to restart time for The New Era. While she fears what this truly meant, there was a sliver of hope in her that she would be reunited with Kung Lao once again.

When the Outworld and Earthrealm champions arrive at the Koliseum, she does not interfere when the fight breaks out. When Raiden, Liu Kang, and Kung Lao leave to Earthrealm and are at the Special Forces, she makes the decision right then and there to go against her mother and Kronika. She shows up at the base, reuniting with Kung Lao and Liu Kang and also informing them of their revenant counterparts.

While the reunion was short lived, Kasiya informs them that she cannot join them on their journey to the Wu Shi Temple, saying that she will be returning to the Garden of Lotós to keep an eye on things from above. Throughout the story she informs Raiden and the others about what Kronika is doing, warning them to be careful and to proceed with caution.

Before the final battle, Cetrion confronts Kasiya and gives her one final chance to stop what she is doing and join her and Kronika. Kasiya refuses, claiming she wishes to fight alongside Earthrealm. A fight ensues and although she nearly loses her life, at the last second Cetrion spares her and captures her to take to Kronika’s Keep. There she forces Kasiya to assist with the hourglass, having her watch helplessly as Liu Kang fights the Revenants and then eventually Cetrion. She aids Liu Kang when he attempts to reason with her mother, saying that even she knows that what Kronika is doing is wrong. When that proves futile, Cetrion makes Kasiya sacrifice herself to Kronika, followed by herself after.

The final fight begins and when Liu Kang wins and is made The Keeper of Time, Liu Kang reverses time to bring Kasiya back, allowing her to choose her destiny. She opts to be with Kung Lao but also chooses to remain as the ferrywoman in the Garden of Lotós.

In Aftermath she retains her memories and everything relatively plays the same except prior to the final battle when Kasiya fights her mother, she wins. She leaves and joins the fight alongside Earthrealm, aiding Kung Lao on the ship he occupies.

When Shao Kahn throws him overboard, Kasiya does not hesitate to go after him. After realizing the extent of his injuries, she decides to give her life to him, realizing just how much she truly loves him. Kung Lao attempts to stop her, despite being weak and having no strength. As they share their final kiss, she passes in his arms, claiming that he has been her ‘greatest adventure’. He takes her empty pendant and the rest of the story plays as normal.

Prior to the events of MK1, Liu Kang gives Kasiya the life she always desired; to be free of her duties and to have a normal life. In MK1 she is reincarnated as a human, adopted by Madam Bo and waitressing at her restaurant where she is childhood friends with Raiden and Kung Lao.

Fun Facts:

— While Kharon is immortal, she is not. She wears a pendant around her neck that holds her life and if the magic inside is ever depleted fully or if the pendant breaks, she will die. Another thing to note is that unlike her mother Cetrion, if she were to die it would not be permanent.

— Kasiya and Kung Lao have always been together in one way or another, but it always ends with Kung Lao dying in every reincarnation/timeline. He never remembers her but she always remembers him since she has always been one but he’s been many versions. In MK9 their relationship is mainly off screen but it’s only until after his death when you learn that they were together.

— Just like the Sea of Blood in the Netherrealm, the Garden of Lotós is a place that can be accessed via portal. While not directly in Heaven, there are stairs and a sea a soul must cross in order to pass on.

— Because it is only accessible via portals, Kung Lao is given a special ring that allows him to come and go as he pleases.

— Their relationship is mostly a secret, those who only know are Raiden and Liu Kang (prev timelines). They are not officially together in MK1.

Thank you to @luna-di-fuoco and @malicedragoness for helping me with tidbits 🥺

[gamerwoman3d]

IF NRS REVOKES MY 500,000 SEASONAL KREDITS

I MAY STOP PLAYING MK1. I won't have the incentive to try to play daily, stream daily, or engage with the daily/weekly challenges.

It'll also affect whether or not I purchase dragon credits. I'm less likely to purchase them if I'm not playing the game daily.

Obviously the other kurrencies may roll over so I can raid the shrine but idk 🤷‍♂️

[armenianwriterman]

My mortal kombat obsession came back with a roaring vengeance ever since mk1 came out, and I’ve been thinking of a rwby/mortal kombat fusion

Here’s my ideas for the major factions at play:

Shirai Ryu and Lin Kuei: At some point in his war with Salem, Ozma (as the Great Kung Lao) happened upon two feuding ninja clans, and decided to unite them together to fight against her. For hundreds of years, the two clans helped Ozma but some within the Lin Kuei grew dissatisfied with their role. Salem took advantage of this and convinced these rogue elements to hijack the Lin Kuei and join her. The coup is successful and the Shirai Ryu get massacred, the Lin Kuei retreating to the Grimmlands to attain power in Salem’s “new world” and spite Ozpin. As a result of the setting change, the Cyber Lin Kuei become the Grimm Lin Kuei, with its members being transformed into Grimm Hybrids instead of robots. However, one Shirai Ryu remains, and he now seeks revenge…

Black Dragon: An ancient crime syndicate that has business in all four kingdoms, and indulges in everything criminal from petty theft to arms dealing. They prove to be a significant thorn in the side of both the White Lotus Society and the White Fang. While they are not officially allied, Salem is more than happy to hire them and take advantage of the chaos they cause.

Special Forces: Upon realizing Salem is starting to gather an army, Ozpin and Ironwood decide to found the Special Forces, a secret army of their own formed from individuals in all four kingdoms. After the Fall of Beacon, Ironwood takes control of the army, though most of the leaders end up defecting after he decides to abandon Mantle to die, and they eventually take over the remnants of Atlas’ army following the Fall of Atlas.

White Lotus Society: A composite faction of Ozpin’s faction from RWBY and the White Lotus Society from MK. This faction is essentially everyone who works for Ozpin.

Outworld: An unofficial “sixth” kingdom in upper Vacuo composed of territories conquered by General Shao Kahn. Once the leader of a group of raiders and bandits in Vacuo, Kahn used a mysterious artifact from Humanity 1.0 to empower his minions and form his nation, with his former raiding party as his enforcers. Now, they seek to find a way to spread their rule worldwide and ensure Kahn’s rule lasts forever.

Brotherhood of Shadow: A cult dedicated to worshiping Shinnok, a warlock from Humanity 1.0 who survived the GoD’s wipeout by transferring his soul into his Amulet. Using his power, the cult gave themselves magical abilities and now seeks to take over the world themselves.

I’m planning on posting the stories of significant characters in the future, but if anyone has any questions, I’d be REALLY excited to answer them. I haven’t been this hyped over an au/fic concept in a LONG time.

[djrenigade]

(via 09 GSG Raid Train 7/21/2024)

Recorded live on Twitch during the Golden Shrimp Guild Sundae Raid Train in Ableton Live 12 Suite. Instruments included the LinnStrument 128, Deepmind12, Wavestate, Model D, VirusTi2, Maschine MK3, Microfreak Stellar, Launchpad Pro mk1, with the Maximal Drone Box and the Prop VS mini and JT-4000 mini. Various VSTi were used in the live production. Edits were done in Soundforge 17.0. Multiple cameras were used in OBS Studio to stream the show.

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The H8K entered production in 1941 and first saw operational

use on the night of 4 March 1942 in a second raid on Pearl Harbor. Since the target lay out of range for the flying boats, this audacious plan involved a refuelling by submarine at French Frigate Shoals, some 550 miles north-west of Hawaii, en route. Two planes from the Yokohama Kokutai (Naval Air Corps) attempted to bomb Pearl Harbor, but, due baby hair clipper Manufacturers to poor visibility, did not accomplish any significant damage.H8K2s were used on a wide range of patrol, reconnaissance, bombing, and transport missions throughout the Pacific war. The H8K2 was given the Allied code name "Emily".Four aircraft survived until the end of the war. One of these, an H8K2, was captured by U.S. forces at the end of the war and was evaluated before being eventually returned to Japan in 1979. It was on display at Tokyo's Museum of Maritime Science until 2004, when it was moved to Kanoya Air Base in Kagoshima.The submerged remains of an H8K can be found off the west coast of Saipan, where it is a popular scuba diving attraction known erroneously as the "B-29", or the "Emily". Another wrecked H8K lies in Chuuk Lagoon, Chuuk, in Micronesia. This aircraft is located off the south-western end of Dublon Island.The Mitsubishi F1M (Allied reporting name "Pete") was a Japanese reconnaissance floatplane of World War II. It was the last biplane type of the Imperial Japanese Navy, with 1,118 built between 1936 and 1944. The Navy designation was "Type Zero Observation Seaplane", not to be confused with the Type Zero Carrier Fighter or the Type Zero Reconnaissance Seaplane.

The F1M1 was powered by the Nakajima Hikari MK1 radial engine, delivering 611 kW (820 hp), a maximum speed of 368 km/h (230 mph) and operating range of up to 1,072 km (670 mi) (when overloaded). It provided the Imperial Japanese Navy with a very versatile operations platform.Optionally armed with a maximum of three 7.7 mm (.303 in) machine guns (two fixed forward-firing and one flexible rear-firing) and two 60 kg (132 lb) bombs.The F1M was originally built as a catapult-launched reconnaissance float plane, specializing in gunnery spotting. However the "Pete" took on a number of local roles including area-defense fighter, convoy escort, bomber, anti-submarine, maritime patrol, rescue and transport. The type fought dogfights in the Aleutians, the Solomons and several other theaters. See also PT 34 sunk 9 April 1942 by "Petes".The Consolidated PBY Catalina was an American flying boat of the 1930s and 1940s produced by Consolidated Aircraft. It was one of the most widely used multi-role aircraft of World War II. PBYs served with every branch of the United States Armed Forces and in the air forces and navies of many other nations. In the United States Army Air Forces and later in the United States Air Force their designation was the OA-10, while Canadian-built PBYs were known as the Canso.During World War II, PBYs were used in anti-submarine warfare, patrol bombing, convoy escorts, search and rescue missions (especially air-sea rescue), and cargo transport. The PBY was the most successful aircraft of its kind; no other flying boat was produced in greater numbers. The last active military PBYs were not retired from service until the 1980s.

Even today, over 70 years after its first flight, the aircraft continues to fly as an airtanker in aerial firefighting operations all over the world.The initialism of "P.B.Y." was determined in accordance with the U.S. Navy aircraft designation system of 1922; PB representing "Patrol Bomber" and Y being the code used for the aircraft's manufacturer, Consolidated Aircraft.The PBY was originally designed to be a patrol bomber, an aircraft with a long operational range intended to locate and attack enemy transport ships at sea in order to compromise enemy supply lines.

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But possibly of more interest to players is the new content. So, there's that.Īs for Prime, it's getting some specific balance and PvP love. Also, players no longer have to fear the Vindicator MK1's Burning Ground ability outside of the Bastion of Steel Raid instance. Turning specifically to the Live servers, Trion has adjusted level boosting postions so that they award the proper amount of XP, determined by the character's level. And, of course, with summer on the way, Trion is teasing Summerfest - although they won't offer any details until later this week. Players can now create a guild through the UI at the cost of 1 platinum - matching the purchase cost of the Creation Scroll. Rogue and Mage are getting a few tweaks as well.īoth Prime and Live will also see some changes in general content, PvP, and guild creation. That love extends to both Void Knight and Paladin sub-classes. Both services are getting some balance changes, particularly to the Warriors (who Trion feels really need the love). The post divides things up by service, with some things impacting both free-to-play and subscription players. With that in mind, it only makes sense that Trion Worlds would drop a blog post detailing several things that are being worked on to improve RIFT - both for the Live and Prime players. Sure, you can boast about a successful server launch, but the next day, you'd better be working on something else. As we all know, the job of an MMO developer is never done.