#zothrah

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cyrax is so bold 😭

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someone help him // original tweet here

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ANGELSCALES NATION WAKE UP 🦎🕊

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absolutely surrounded…

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quick angelscales as i take a break from studying

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a private retreat

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kinda crazy that they made a movie named after johnny cage even though syzoth was the protag idk

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Say you love me

You know I do

Love me, that's all I ask of you

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just a reminder that i do run a community for people who like the ship between ashrah and reptile/syzoth from mortal kombat! we just began our first monthly event in there so if you are interested in ashzoth/zothrah/angelscales content and want people to talk about it with, please reblog this post! i will send everyone who interacts with this post an invite as soon as possible

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syzoth telling literal gods to shut up and mind their business

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syzoth getting to go to cool places all around outworld for his job and then making sure to pick up a gift from each place he visits for ashrah 🥰 he gives them to her each time he goes to visit earthrealm

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Noob Saibot: "If you die here, no one would notice." Syzoth: "You forget Ashrah. She would avenge me."

a ficlet inspired by this intro dialogue, detailing the event syzoth is referencing in his reminder to bihan

Ashrah sat in silence at Syzoth's bedside, her eyes not once leaving his face as she chewed her bottom lip. He laid unconscious on his bed, his skin pale and his lower jaw quivering. Several blankets had been laid across him and devices Ashrah had learned were called a 'space heaters' projected warmth at him from either side.

The healer said he would be fine... she thought to herself. It will be alright. Syzoth is resilient.

And yet, Ashrah couldn't help but wonder if the healer was wrong. Though he laid dormant now in his humanoid form, he was still coldblooded. How it was Syzoth was even breathing now was nothing short of miraculous to her.

Bihan...

Ashrah's eyes narrowed at the memory, her fists balled in her lap. There was nothing honorable about how he fought. His ego would not allow him to accept his defeat with grace. Syzoth paid the price when Bihan sent a blast of his cryomancy at him, freezing him in place. In that moment, watching her friend suspended, Ashrah lost her ability to hear, all sound muffled by the sounds of her blood rushing. Raiden said he had never heard her scream the way she did before. Ashrah did not recall screaming, and yet her throat still ached. Bihan would not have come out of that encounter alive had it not been for Raiden prying her off of him.

She willed herself to look down at her lap and unfurled her hands, turning them up to inspect her palms. Such blind rage was uncharacteristic of her. Not even Quan Chi had ever been able to elicit that sort of ire. She was still unsure what had come over her in that moment. A sort of fear, perhaps. A fear that if anyone so much as touched Syzoth in the wrong way at that moment, his life would be forfeit. A fear that in an instant, she would lose her closest friend, her greatest confidant, the one person who truly understood her. She looked back up to study his face before reaching out to hold his hand as it peeked out from under the blankets.

"You will never tread this close to death again as long as I draw breath," she declared, her voice a murmur. Her thumb brushed the back of his still frigid hand. "Anyone who harms someone as precious to me as you are will not live long enough to regret it."

A small gasp escaped her as she heard him give a low groan. She watched him hopefully as he shut his eyes before they fluttered open.

"Syzoth?" Ashrah breathed, her hand leaving his.

He gave her an exhausted look before grunting and sitting up. "A-Ashrah..." he croaked through his shivers. "W-what ha-"

Before he could finish his sentence, she shifted onto the edge of his bed and wrapped her arms around him, her head resting on his shoulder. "Thank the Elder gods you are alright."

Syzoth stiffened in her hold and for a moment, she worried she had hurt him. Her hold on him loosened and she began to separate from him with a concerned expression before his arms encircled her to bring her close.

"P-please don't let go..." he murmured, his tone bashful. His chin lowered down to rest on her shoulder and she felt him continue to jitter against her.

A warmth blossomed on Ashrah's cheeks as she resumed her hold on him, resting her cheek on his shoulder while she held him. "We can stay like this for as long as you need," she responded.

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Love in Bloom

The sun was warm on Syzoth's skin as he paced the palace grounds with Ashrah by his side. The two engaged in mundane chatter as they filled each other in on the happenings of their day to day lives while they were apart. Except to Syzoth, nothing she said was mundane. Every detail she gave about her Shaolin training, every joke she recalled Johnny Cage or Kung Lao telling her that she couldn't finish retelling instead of laughing, every moment of respite when she got to explore her new home and enjoy the company of her friends, Syzoth hung off her every word. Her happiness was his happiness. Despite longing for her each night and his idle mind going to her each instance it got a chance to, he much preferred to hear the melody of her stories than think about his never ending duties as emissary.

As they walked, Syzoth's hand found its way to hers, his fingers slipping effortlessly into the spaces between her fingers. He would never tire of the spark that traveled up his arm and into his heart whenever she reciprocated the gesture. Their courtship had only recently begun, and Syzoth had quickly learned that it was best to move things along slowly. It made a lot of sense when he learned that demons were unaccustomed to displays of love and affection. It saddened Syzoth all the same to learn that no one had ever loved Ashrah in the way she deserved. He vowed to himself that he would strive to spend every moment of their time together to make up for that.

As they continued to speak, they settled on the bank of a pond in the palace gardens to watch the ducks that lived there. That had become one of Ashrah's favorite things to do with him when she came to visit. It was endearing to Syzoth how enamored she was by them, with their soft feathers, their uncoordinated waddling, and how their young followed their mothers single file. Syzoth was personally more interested in watching her though. While she watched them, he found himself entranced by the sillhouette of her face and mesmerized by the night sky contained in her eyes. He couldn't help but lean in closer to press a gentle kiss to her cheek.

Ashrah paused her speaking and her eyebrows raised. She looked at him with silent curiosity before her gaze returned back to the water, a shy smile having found its way onto her face. For a long moment his eyes lingered on her lips and he began to hear his heart pound in his ears.

"Ashrah," he murmured, beckoning her attention his way once more. He willed himself to look up from her lips to instead meet her dazzling gaze. He paused, his throat dry as he willed himself to keep his eyes on her. His heart never failed to swell when she looked at him the way she was now. He briefly glanced down at her lips once more. "I-"

"You wish to kiss me," Ashrah said with a neutral tone, as though she had been reading his mind. Had Syzoth had something in his mouth in that moment, he might have choked on it. His blood rushed to his face as words eluded him, his mind racing as he wondered if he had made a fool of himself. Her shy smile returned as she looked back out at the water again, a light rosy shade blossoming on her cheeks. "I noticed the way you were staring."

Embarassed, Syzoth's gaze drifted to the side. "Forgive me..."

Ashrah leaned forward to kiss his cheek, then placed a gentle hand on the side of his face, guiding his attention back to her. "You are so good to me," she murmured as she searched his face.

His hand moved up to hold hers in place and he turned his head to kiss her palm. He willed himself to look back at her. "...will you allow it?" he asked, his voice cautious. "Will you allow me to kiss you?"

Her hand left his face and she put it in her lap in anticipation. Her gaze once again drifted to the side, the rosy tint returning to her cheeks as she nodded bashfully. "I would like that."

Syzoth looked her over once before caressing the side of her face. In synchrony, their eyes fluttered closed as he guided her face forward. His lips brushed hers with a brief, gentle kiss. He separated from her, leaving barely an inch between their lips as he observed her with half lidded eyes. The last thing he wanted was to overwhelm her or be cause for discomfort. To his great delight, she closed the gap between them once again. His heart thrummed as she melted into his touch and as she raised a hand up to rest on his chest.

His eyes remained closed once they had separated as he tried to steady his spinning head. When he opened them, he found Ashrah watching him with adoration in her eyes. Without a word, she shifted closer to lean against him as her eyes moved back to follow the ducks. As he felt her relax, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder to hold her close. He was unable to help the grin that spread on his face, pleased that she had become that much more comfortable with him that day.

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hands

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i had a vision

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when universes meet, an angel is met with tempation 🕊️🦎