#venefikus

[cagcd]

DEATH COMES FOR ALL... and one may fear their time has run out at the sight of Netherrealm's portals opening before their eyes. Who else but Quan Chi would then step forward, the grim visage of obscene cruelty incarnate? Ah, but the warlock does not come empty handed... "I've brought cupcakes, Johnny Cage."

      The sight of portals had become the norm at this point,   with Raiden always appearing unannounced with some grim news or an ill-timed information for the forces,   one tends to get used to it,   in a way.   Still,   it would be nice if they could figure out an alarm of sorts for these situations,   but he supposes that's the excitement of it for these types   ...   hell,   if he could pull off something like that himself he would use it for fun more than the sake of practicality.   But it hadn't been just Raiden that found amusement in popping in   &.   out as he pleases,   there were plenty of their enemies that did so,   and experience taught the star to recognize who is who.   So upon seeing Quan chi's grand entrance he was ready to take him down if he must,   that is until he was offered   ...   cupcakes ?

        ❛❛   Nice of you to drop by,   chi-chi.   ❜❜        he joked nonetheless,   eyeing the offered treat with a suspicious eyes from behind fancy sunglasses.        ❛❛   What's the happy occasion,   murder ?   ❜❜

@venefikus // they're poisoned aren't they ?

[sasorikigai]

Screaming. Screaming and then silence.

The stench of brimstone and charred flesh fills the air, and it is one he takes in with a sordid smile on his face — one that goes unseen as his company is still blankly staring at the fruits of their rage.

A burnt, mangled corpse that was once one such Sub-Zero, now nothing but the remains of a vengeance killing… one that he spurred on, in the face of Scorpion's hesitation.

"You have done well, Scorpion." His voice is the same deep, unwavering timbre, spoken with the certainty of someone that had long predicted this outcome. He takes steps to bridge the distance between them, standing now side by side with the wraith, staring down at what remains of Scorpion's adversary. "I do not know what drove you to consider sparing him… but I assure you, this was the correct decision. Your family can now be at peace, knowing their deaths have been avenged."

As he speaks, he cannot help but look at Scorpion, truly drink in his expression, his state of mind - anything that could hint at him doubting Quan Chi's words but… what would drive him to do so? "Now you must return to the island and prove yourself victor. We mustn't keep them waiting."

Random Inbox Shenanigans || @venefikus || always accepting!

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || There is an insatiable desire to tear, rip, gouge, snap, break, obliterate... How he wants his unforgiving, infernal hellfire to bite through Bi-Han's stringy sinew, the chewy flesh of his forearms and throat. He wants to tear every single bit of him with the clawing filaments of embers, still crackling through broken bones in the process and embedding tangy iron-fumed blood in dirt, then deep in the earth below. Even after the vengeance had been well-fulfilled, Scorpion envisions himself gorging on Sub-Zero's carcass; him, broken, and fallen apart. A wicked, obligatory desire to devour what he has always yearned for. For there is something crushing his chest. It has claws in his ribcage pulling on threads, and the hellspawn specter wonders what will unravel next. He will continue to fly in this gravity of darkness, as wrath and rage fulfills and lifts him whole.

The impermanence of life no longer taunts nor haunts him; for infernal hellfire and brimstone have liberated him. Such volatile, chaotic nature of his hellfire becomes such mighty force, the one that dwells within the hellspawn specter. How Scorpion always remains thrilled by darkness he speaks again to his Master. Once, he thought the glory shall come, manifest and release, and he had learned how to see through the shining light mirrored in his adversary's blood. Every excruciating stretch of his impatience was met by such resurgence of his sorrow and pain, which continues to taint his being and makes him ill. The most brutal grudges I have faced with are the grudges I have against myself, Scorpion contemplates, I should have devoured him long ago, gift him the embarkment of death where everything remains distanced from any light and conscience.

"Skin-splitting agony which had long settled deep in my bone no longer pains me, for my vengeance is complete, my Master." He can still taste the potent metal in his lips, as pulsing life of before disintegrated right in front him with such excruciating, unparalleled pain. But could it ever match the unfathomable abyss he would feel whenever he thought of his family? No longer such coldness clouds his vision and muffles all the sound, as the writhing agony and bereavement-pain of the past no longer harrows the specter. However, vengeance may have been fulfilled, but his excessive wrath and somberness becomes his wildflower home. Overgrown and all-consuming, leaving no cobblestone of his subconscious untouched. Perhaps Scorpion was meant to live in this house of burning, blossoming wildflowers; beautiful, yet alone.

With his vehement gravitas etched upon the unchanging, rather ancient looking facade, Scorpion firmly nods. Instead of certain delicateness that holds his soul, how his heart burns with scorching, everburning hellfire. It will be the only thing that would cradle his heart, granting him the promise of another beat, another breath, and another moment in control. As each and every crackle of his flames reverberate through him with newfound vigor and vehemence, Scorpion solemnly nods, as swirling iridescence wreaths in the depth of his inhuman eyes.

As the vortex of hellfire consumes both of them to transport them back to the island, Scorpion feels a violent stab of loneliness. The very air he breathes would feel like long, sharp needles. How he still feels the threatening glistening gleam of Sub-Zero's icicles, bringing him closer to the familiar doom. Maybe there had been a glimpse of understanding and empathy for Sub-Zero within his vindictiveness, but he knows better - no longer, his road becomes warped and unending. Scorpion severs and seizes the cacophony in his mind, a whirlwind of his emotions that tug at his heartstrings as its last resort, and maintains evermore still to the beats of its hushed song. For unknown is no longer paralyzing, because once he took a step forward, he will never get it back. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[cagcd]

          ❛❛   I went for an involuntary dip in your pool of darkness,   one time was enough.   ❜❜        the recollection alone leaves a metallic taste in his mouth,   the ghost of the blade that dug into his neck at that time is still felt so sharply,   if Raiden hadn't intervened he might have been one of the sorcerer's mindless puppets                   formerly friends he kept a stubborn hold upon despite their best efforts.   Johnny holds back his tongue for the sake of civility,   though the glare he held at the other never wavered.        ❛❛   Cut the crap,   I'm not interested.   ❜❜        he shot back,   the offer might have been enticing in earlier years,   but even then he really doubts he would go along with it.   He was here for another reason,   one he hadn't liked as much either.        ❛❛   His thundersness sent me here on business.   ❜❜

— @cagcd / starter call

"Changed your mind, Mr. Cage?" ALTHOUGH HE IS NOT AGAINST VISITORS, even he must admit that this was a surprise - and he did not quite like that.

"The offer of eternal youth beneath my hand still stands... You look weary." But he would play along as necessary, as after all how many times had they tried to either capture or convince him to set free the spirits in his possession?

[a-vctlan]

hrm... actually... it would be very very stupid of me but... what if i put the mortal kombat characters back on their own blogs?

EDIT: MORTAL KOMBAT MUSES HAVE BEEN MOVED TO THEIR INDIVIDUAL BLOGS. @whiptrip / @kcnshi / @venefikus

[inverdade]

INVERDADE // UNTRUTH — devil may cry | final fantasy vii | mortal kombat | prototype 2009 | more — carrd with guidelines / muse list under cut

multimuse multiverse roleplay blog. independent and private. canon divergent and belligerent. low and sporadic activity. intended for a mature audience. crossover friendly. asks always welcome. preference towards plotted, para/novella length threads.

— written by vetlan | they/them | portugal | 07/98

deadly premonition: agent francis york morgan

devil may cry: credo & kyrie

ffvii: angeal, barret, cloud, genesis, dr. grazia ( oc ), kunsel ( sideblog ), prof. hojo

mortal kombat: kenshi, takeda, quan chi ( previously on @kcnshi / @whiptrip / @venefikus )

[ prototype ] : dana mercer, elizabeth greene

[boundbyrage]

@venefikus  ( quan chi liked that )

Good.

[heamatic-aaa]

@venefikus​​

         :･ﾟ 🦴┇How far the Oni has come — from small and insignificant to becoming the Fallen Elder God’s most trusted and loyal servant. But before he may ascend and garner all the powers he may possess, there is one last test Quan Chi must pass. The Spiral of Death — a physical and necromancer’s ritual which will harness the negative energies of the dead and imbue them into his blackened heart; only then will he have reached his full potential. The journey was a difficult one, to gather all needed for such — Shinnok is impressed Quan Chi achieved the necessary steps before casting this vile ritual. He is not the only one dazzled by the accomplishment of the soon to be sorcerer. Many have come to witness the finished product, whether it ends in success or failure. Little do they know they are to be a part of the ritual itself….

            ❝Ahh — at last❞, Shinnok intones, ❝— you have done well as my servant. If you succeed, you will become my second in command. Were you to fail, your soul will dissolve into nothingness and you will cease to exist forever. It is a choice you must make.❞ Except refusing the ritual means death just as well — for Shinnok does not approve of failures, especially from those he has offered his graces to.

[umbrclflame]

"I hear every word you speak, my Lord, but I am afraid I must disagree -- and we're both aware I never stray from your orders without good cause." The timbre of his word is smooth, as if he was certain he could convince the other if he just made his point clearer. And so, Quan Chi guides Shinnok's attention to his new suggestion for redecorating the Bone Temple. "It is a new design of mine, came to me in meditation -- if you were to imagine it there, does it not just fit perfectly?"

Shinnok's eyes narrow, mulling over his servant's suggestion in his mind: pinching his chin in thought.

When he initially conceived the idea that the Bone Temple could use a bit of redecoration, it was out of a moment of boredom. What else was there to do while he was conceiving his plans of taking over the rest of the realms to meld it in his image? Sit around and watch the humans scurry about their every life? Stir up some chaos in the Outworld? 

Finally, the elder god concedes: “Yes, you have a good point, my servant, it would fit there perfectly.” 

The one time where he would admit that he was wrong. 

[whiptrip]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 !

> 𝙆𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙃𝙄 -- @blindedronin > 𝙌𝙐𝘼𝙉 𝘾𝙃𝙄 -- @venefikus > 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀𝘿𝘼 -- @whiptrip

a collection of mortal kombat roleplay blogs written and maintained by vetlan. read rules before interacting.

[kcnshi]

    A BLOODLINE OF WARRIORS, A HERITAGE FOUND AND NOW HONORED. once an aimless fighter, seeking nothing but the fleeting thrill of battle, now a treasured ally and friend. betrayal and trickery has left him blinded, battle has left him jaded, and loss has scared him -- but through his hardships the swordsman has only grown stronger, and the bite of blade only sharper. for as long as he lives, he aims to be the rock against the which the tides of fate clash against, a mentor and a friend to guide others who are as lost as he was, so that one day, in death, he may join his ancestors as a worthy warrior.

    A MORTAL KOMBAT ROLEPLAY BLOG featuring takahashi kenshi, your favorite blind swordsman just here for a good time. selective, private, and low activity. WILL FEATURE HEAVY AND DARK THEMES, follower discretion is advised so please read the guidelines before interacting. strong preference towards plotted, multi-para and novella roleplay. CURRENTLY WIP, but if you know me, you know how i write.

     PART OF THE VETLAN-VERSE... by this I mean it’s written by me, vetlan.      you can also find me on @venefikus or @whiptrip.

[kombatkollective]

The Masterlist Has Been Updated

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*Masterlist will be updated Mondays-Thursdays.

@whiptrip

@venefikus

[cagcd]

        ❛  does it really have to be like this ?  ❜

       ❛❛   What ?   ❜❜        he asks,   the shadow of a smirk playing on his features while attempted to maintain a neutral expression.   To think he'd ever be amused in the company of Quan chi of all people,   but he had an open mind for such surprises,   if they were to work together,   Johnny wasn't going to spend that time muttering   &.   complaining.   Despite his still evident disdain to what the sorcerer did to his friends,   there was some appeal to that slight justice he found in annoying the living hell out of the man the whole while they were together                    though evidently,   the question he now posed was one of a curious origin more than it was a true attempt to anger and exasperate.        ❛❛   it's a serious question.   ❜❜        the actor insists,   following closely after him as he seemed to be trying to get away,   too bad,   he's stuck with him now.        ❛❛   C'mon,   do bald people use shampoo or soap to wash their heads ?   ❜❜

@venefikus // suffer

[sasorikigai]

Cyndthia on her hands and knees, begging. "Please, Mister Scorpion! Please don't kill my boss! He's just a goofster, a silly demon man with his tiddies out. He didn't mean to ruin your life and curse you to eternal hellfire! It was a prank!"

Random Inbox Shenanigans || @valourie, regarding @venefikus || always accepting!

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || The fury in his blood runs cyanic, its white-hot flames sinking into his bones as the unquieted wrath explosively discharges in the wreathing flurries of his swift blade. And with every breath, Scorpion threatens to dismember and cleave the wicked sorcerer’s bones and drain all the marrow surrounding them. The rushing, spiked adrenaline embeds to the wraith’s every nerve, legs pumping to a pace faster than what his already nimble and swift footing can be seen. 

Scorpion is no longer vulnerable, lest his bloodstained, excruciating trauma drips from the bone arena of his skull, screaming of retaliation and righteous justice. Lest he no longer staggers into the earth with grief, for his catalytic awakening through vehement revelation of Quan Chi’s wicked and cunning manipulation, to utilize Hanzo Hasashi’s unjustly death as the unsettled grotesqueness of barbaric massacre had slaughtered all things resembling humanity, in both literal and metaphorical sense. 

The tragedy had wired Scorpion’s veins with magmatic potency and power, lest his still vulnerable human flesh felt every excruciating contort and mangling of his flesh, his bones and marrow spilling and shattering like melted glass and shards of it, long disintegrated even before his incorporeal body could rebuild itself up. Once, Quan Chi, in the form of Sub-Zero had ended him in the cold, indifferent rage of ice, moving slow and with purpose, long had reshaped Hanzo Hasashi’s world in an immediate, rapid exsanguination that would cause Scorpion to writhe of his own stifling, ireful rage. Scorpion’s teeth clenches, and arm raised to tighten the flaming chains around the wicked sorcerer’s head, as the swirling conflagration becomes the very manifestation of whipping winds of his vindictive wrath. 

“You will never fathom to understand why I go through all of this. I refuse to falter and slump as the ocean of anger suddenly stills. Quan Chi’s death will only ameliorate my eternal pain, and let unjustly slaughtered Shirai Ryu and my family to rest in peace,” the wraith is still fury personified, this cold anger, stilling him in the silent bubbling of magma, before the ensuing eruption will swallow Quan Chi whole, and de-spine him in awe-destruction. 

Millions of maelstrom thoughts elucidate the unsaid vehemence of Scorpion’s sentiments, as Quan Chi’s disintegrated bones and ash and dusted flesh scatter beneath the burning determination of the wraith’s gaze. Fire is his opus, his burning vengeance, the calming fluidity of the control and ardor he once had. Thus his rot will become as ravenously hungry and cruel as the benefactor turned mortal enemy, and Scorpion shall always respond anyone who sides with the architect of his suffering with the same cruelty. 

“His wickedness has leaked into my universe I made, and if you side along Quan Chi to burn it down further in such asinine obliviousness, then you too, deserve my murderous fury that will render you naught.”  ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[absolutixnofheart]

His words had shocked her out of her trance, in disbelief that he would ask of such concerns, especially regarding her. Even if she is the last remaining sister, since Kia and Jataaka are gone for good. Thanks to her sister's unyielding sway of wanting to purge her demonic self, she has now started to question parts of her loyalty.

"It is nothing," she admitted, but it was a lie she told so well she very much could believe it. "What are you making this time? Another weird abomination?"

— @absolutixnofheart, sareena / starter call

"Something on your mind, Sareena?" His voice betrays amusement, but he does not look at her, focusing instead on his macabre works of art — creatures, stitched together, set to be reanimated for his and Shinnok's entertainment, cruelty for cruelty's sake.

HE IS AWARE THAT SHE GROWS DESPONDENT OF THEIR CAUSE, and yet he sees it not as a reason for concern...

[a-vctlan]

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐����𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙!

repost, don't reblog!

NAME : vetlan

PRONOUNS : they/them (in the plural sense) but any will do

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : discord ding dong ditching where i just spam you with messages of a bunch of links / thoughts / memes and leave them there for you to answer whenever it is you come online — kinda limited by my timezone and work schedule what can i say... and well my inspiration is unstable. in all senses of the word.

NAME OF MUSE(s) : They're split up among the following blogs:

vctlan ( main multimuse, you are here ): devil may cry: credo & kyrie from dmc4 final fantasy 7 comp ( hooboy ): angeal, biggs, barret, cloud, dr. grazia (oc), luxiere, prof. hojo, rude prototype: dana a. mercer

sentmail (sideblog to vctlan): kunsel, second class operative from crisis core

mortal kombat standalones, currently on hiatus: whiptrip — takeda takashi kcnshi — kenshi takahashi venefikus —quan chi

all these characters............... and i stil want more >:(

BEST EXPERIENCE : let me sum it up in a screenshot:

its being able to torture your buddies and receive threats of retaliation :3

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : depends on the day tbqh, somedays i'm lenient, somedays every little slight against patience irks me - but my exposure to these things is limited because i don't tend to follow people that: stir in negativity / interact with anon hate / over-format their posts / don't cut replies / linger on the superficial aspects of muse interactions / demean my muses and their agency.

MUSE PREFERENCES : monsters / the people left behind / hope against odds / apathy vs rage / persisting, even so

PLOTS OR MEMES : plotted threads for drawn out roleplays, memes for a quick back and forth where we develop our muses relationship or as a quick pick me up / something to write when I dont have the brain/time for a proper reply.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : an average of around 3-5 paragraphs at least, though there are outliers. i feel like my writing is a little stilted sometimes, so i try to compensate with scenery dressing and an insight into the muse's thoughts.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : when I'm busy and can't write, obviously. but seriously, having the focus for it is the hardest part for me - other than that, I can write pretty much anywhere, even if it's just me pre-writing on my phone or plotting out what happens next in discord dms.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : something something insert text about the human experience and how we are all capable of acts of great compassion and great violence — there's facets of me in every character i write, but i wouldn't say i'm like any of them in specific. i just latch onto pain and misery because it's something i know well, what can i say.

TAGGED BY: @soldier-lodbrok TAGGING: @enshijou / @annjiru / @eddapoetic / @aicidos / @backwaterheroics / @breathofthearth / @noblehcart / @ you!!!111!

[boundbyrage]

@venefikus   quan chi's just misunderstood smh. how come humans can go "haha my stupid cat wants to kill me" and thats cute and relatable but when HE says "haha my undead slave cannot even fascinate the depths of my manipulation" he's a 'horrible demon' and 'deserves death'

I mean, fair.