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@luna-di-fuoco sent me some questions for Kasiya and Kung Lao I am posting them here hehehe

— What small quirks do they love about each other?

Kasiya: She loves how when Kung Lao is excited about something, he’s instantly touching her. His hand is on her arm, leg, cheek, literally anywhere. IMO his love language is physical touch so he likes to have a hand on her at all times.

Kung Lao: Loves when she’s concentrating bc her nose wrinkles, a thoughtful hand to her chin and her other begins to play with her pendant. He thinks she looks adorable especially when she gets deep into her thoughts bc sometimes she’ll make things grow without realizing it.

— Who's adorable when they're sleepy and who gets grumpy and irritable?

Kasiya: At first Kung Lao thinks she’s adorable when she’s tired, mainly bc when she is she puts herself straight to bed. Until one night they were up later than usual and she wanted to sleep but he insisted they kept on talking. Hours go by and he noticed she started becoming more irritated and short with her answers. Needless to say he knows not to keep her from her sleep.

Kung Lao: Adorable when he’s tired, mumbles a lot and insists that he’s fine to stay up longer. His adorable nature is cute at first but then the longer he stays up the more clingy he gets so Kasiya is sure to get him to bed asap.

— Where do they go on a 3:00AM adventure?

Prev timeline, most of the time, is anywhere in the Gardens. It’s vast and seems never ending so there’s always something new for Kung Lao to look at it. He has gotten her to leave a few times but they’re never out for long since she has to be ready to welcome new souls.

MK1 timeline it’s rare when they get a chance to since him and Raiden are up at the crack of dawn and working the farm. When they do, they just go for walks and talk. They’ve tried to convince Raiden to go but you know, goody two shoes.

How do they hype each other up?

Kasiya: She’s like his cheerleader, giving him encouraging talks but also knows not to dump any toxic positivity on him. She’s real in her pep talks is always reminding him how much she believes in him and that she shouldn’t constantly compare himself to others. She’s also one to leave friendly notes

Kung Lao: Reminds her of how powerful and strong she is, that she is her own person and doesn’t need to obey to others. I think he’d try to leave her small bouquets of flowers for her to find too lol

#HELLO!!! I love them

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chadillacboseman · 5 hours

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#a fox #a hyena #a jackolantern #some vines #and some words lmao #technically the words are from caesar #so maybe he's joining me lmao

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It's time for the next chapter of the #Hotshot cinematic universe. This takes place about a month after @bihanspookies "Same Sides, Different Coin".

The Bull and the Battering Ram Masterlist

“This is so stupid,” Alora mutters under her breath as she slinks along beside Alex through the tunnel beneath the fabrication facility. The tunnel smells of rusted metal and something wet long since left to mold over in the dark. Quite why they have to take the tunnels into an abandoned factory is entirely lost on her, though she knows better than to question Kano’s infinite wisdom.

The two of them move, Alex with his shotgun’s flashlight trained straight ahead into the gloom, its bright LEDs cutting every shape into a hard shadow that jitters with his footfalls. It feels like a mission meant to distract them- ‘here, you two go under this abandoned facility and see if there’s any tech to scrap.’

Alora is sure this is some kind of further punishment from Kano, but why he’s inflicting it on Alex as well is a mystery to her. Maybe just an excuse to get him out of the base, keep him sharp.

Or maybe Kano doesn’t trust her fully.

“What do we expect to find here for scrap?” Alex turns his head to Alora, his voice muffled under his mask as he speaks.

“No idea.”

“You’re so talkative, could you shut up?” Alex bites back and she rolls her eyes.

The silence between them returns as they approach the end of the tunnel and Alex’s flashlight falls on a grimy, rusted ladder that runs up into the darkness. Alora wrinkles her nose at the sight of it and gestures to in front of herself and hears him scoff in response.

“You want me to go up first?” he asks incredulously.

“You have the light.”

“You really are something else, man,” Alex mumbles as he tries to fumble his shotgun into an acceptable hold that keeps it aimed skyward while he climbs with his free hand.

“Yeah yeah, get up the ladder,” Alora taps her foot as he hauls his massive frame up the rungs, pausing every so often to curse and wipe his hands on his armor, “quit being a baby.”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from miss ‘you go up first Alex’,” he delivers her mock words in a nasally voice that makes Alora want to punch him in the calf that’s slowly disappearing from view.

Instead, she waits until there’s space and takes hold of the first disgusting rung with a grimace. Whatever coats the metal is greasy, dark and viscous, and even when she drags her palm against her shirt, it still clings to her skin.

Above Alora, there’s a sudden thud, followed by a series a words she doesn’t understand from Alex.

“What was that?” she calls.

“Hit my head.”

She hears him grunt with effort and a sliver of bright light cleaves through the darkness and nearly blinds her. Once her eyes have adjusted, she watches as Alex lifts himself up through a round opening above them, his figure quickly disappearing from the halo of light.

Alora follows suit and rolls out onto a concrete floor covered in dust. Sunlight pours in through the massive windows, painting the machinery that surrounds them in midday yellows. The machines look fairly new, their metal still shining under the layer of grime.

Alex kneels and retrieves a toolkit from his bag, splaying the case open to reveal several glittering wrenches and sockets.

“You keep watch,” he nods his head at the entry on the far West side of the room, “I’ll start pulling shit apart.”

Alora meanders away from him, absentmindedly running her finger along the filthy machinery and frowning at the dust that collects. The equipment looks untouched, but she can’t figure out what the hell it is. Her thoughts are interrupted when Alex lets out a frustrated exhale and she hears a wrench clatter to the floor.

She chances a glance behind her, and watches as he moves his attention to a different piece of equipment to his left. Alora continues to meander through the floor, pausing occasionally to listen for any sounds that were out of place. It’s eerily silent, punctuated only by her own footfalls and the occasional clink of a wrench as Alex works.

Something feels off. Like there’s a tripwire rigged to a landmine that is just out of sight. Any moment her ankle will connect and the both of them will be blown sky high.

From behind her, Alex curses and tosses a wrench to the floor with a loud clatter.

“What is it?” Alora moves to hover over his shoulder and he gestures a hand at the machine he’s pulled a panel off of. The inside is empty.

“Stripped. This is the third one,” Alex glances up at her, his thick brows knit together in concern, “Something is wrong.”

Something is definitely wrong.

Up on the catwalk out of the bright light, a soldier in all black aims down his sights, the green dots lining up perfectly over Alora’s chest. Beside him, a second man has Alex in his reticle, trained perfectly for a shot to the head where he lacks armor. Neither moves, however, without the orders of the man behind them who is pushing his way to the railing.

“Shit-“ Jeremiah Mitchell lets the word slip out before he can stop himself. He recognizes both of the mercs on the ground, but only one of them makes his heart leap into his throat.

Icy eyes, auburn hair that flutters when she kneels next to the man clad in all black, deft hands that shove his incompetent ones out of the way to do something herself.

“Sir?” Falcon-03 glances at him, a quizzical look on what’s visible of his face over his balaclava.

“Hold your fire,” JJ whispers, holding out two fingers in gesture so both of the men can see it.

Shit. Shit. What the fuck can I do? He glances Eastward, where he knows Cage’s team is on rapid approach. They’d expected more resistance than two mercs.

JJ’s mind races and his eyes do too, darting around the room below in desperation. Newer building. Newer safety features.

The fire system-

JJ scans for any sign of one, his heart banging in his chest. He spots it and has to stop himself from crying out in victory. About ten feet from Alora, there’s a red button covered by a plastic housing. He can just barely make out the fire symbol on the front of it.

Now or never.

JJ snags the rifle from Falcon-03 and aims down the sights, despite the man’s quiet protests.

For once in your fucking life, Mitchell, hit the goddamn mark.

And he does.

The bullet shatters through the plastic casing and strikes the button, splintering it to dust. For a moment, nothing happens, and JJ worries that the system had been unhooked when the place was shut down. The sound of the shot makes Alora jump and spin on her heel toward the source.

A mighty thrumming sound comes to life from overhead, an indication that the pipes are rattling with the energy of the fire suppressant as it surges through them. JJ looks skyward just as a torrent of water erupts from the sprinklers overhead.

The merc with Alora jumps to his feet and searches wildly, eyes wide, but Alora doesn’t. She looks straight up at JJ, her glacial eyes finding his with ease as filthy, stagnant water pours down from the ceiling.

JJ doesn’t even think, doesn’t even spare a single thought as he holds her gaze and raises his hand to chest level.

‘You?’ he points to her.

‘Me?’ he jerks his thumb back at himself.

‘Drink?’ he feigns a drinking motion at his mouth and flashes a grin before turning to retreat with his men.

Cage’s frustrated voice comes to life in his earpiece, shouting incoherently about how there must have been backup, more mercs they didn’t see. JJ answers in the affirmative, spinning a tale from whole cloth about the dozens they’d seen flooding in from the tunnels.

Bad intel. It happens.

He knows that Alora and the other merc had gotten it in earnest. The Special Forces had been feeding false information through their channels about a scrap score at the fabrication facility. Kano had to have been suspicious, hence sending just two seasoned mercs in case it was a setup.

JJ wonders what would have happened if he hadn’t been there.

He has to push the thought aside. He cannot keep pulling his punches like this for some Black Dragon merc who doesn’t give a shit about him. Still, though, something pulls him toward her like a slowly retracting winch. He has to dig in his heels, has to grab onto something before he’s hauled away entirely.

He has to.

Back in the tunnel, Alex sputters and curses in Turkish as he misses the bottom rung on the ladder and crashes to the floor. Alora follows behind with a frustrated yelp and lands on top of his back just as a deluge of filthy water rushes down the hatch and crashes onto them.

“Son of a bitch-“ Alex wheezes as he tries to keep his head above the rising water.

Alora rolls off of him and manages to rise to her feet before offering him a hand and yanking him upright. Together, they break into a run down the length of the tunnel, Alex fumbling with his shotgun as he struggles to bring the torch to life.

“What the fuck was that?” Alex pants as the light finally ignites and illuminates their way.

Alora doesn’t answer. Her mind flashes back to JJ- had that stupid son of abitch really sabotaged his own mission just to give her a chance to get out?

She scoffs at the thought. As if she needs some stupid, old-

Handsome-

Damn it.

Alora skitters around a corner with Alex and they can see the light of the drainage ditch ahead, framed by a barred gate to filter out refuse. Alex hits it first and fumbles with the padlock clumsily, his wet hands unable to grip the metal.

“Move!” Alora shoves him aside and strikes the lock with her bare fist, cracking it in two.

“Never get tired of that!” Alex calls with a grin as they exit into the bright sunlight together.

It’s at least another mile and a half to the extract point, but the tunnel takes them far enough away that the still regrouping Special Forces will never catch them. Alex pauses to catch his breath, palms planted firmly on his knees as he wheezes before tearing his mask off to breathe better.

“What the hell kind of rookies are they hiring?” Alex asks between breaths, “How’d they manage to set off the suppression system?”

“No idea,” Alora lies through her teeth. Thankfully, Alex is too tired to continue the line of questioning, “Shall we?”

Together, they make their way toward the exfil point, drenched and breathless, and Alora lets her mind wander once more.

God, she could use a drink.

#hotshot #the bull and the battering ram #oc jj #mk alora #mk ocs #mortal kombat ocs

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I was tagged by @cyberneticsanguinaire (tyty I love you). UNFORTUNATELY, I do not have much to share, but enjoy Jesse (me) and Alora (@bihanspookies) on a mission.

The forest looms into view with the mountains at its back, and Jesse brings the vehicle to a stop. Dust gathers in the headlight’s glow as he turns the key and kills the engine, then exits. Alora follows suit and watches as he retrieves a duffel bag from the cargo space. He slings it over his shoulder and gestures for her to follow as he makes his way into the woods.

“Silent from here on out,” Jesse murmurs, “Gotta go about one klick in.”

Alora nods and follows behind him in the darkness. The minutes pass as they walk in silence until suddenly she hears voices carry from somewhere ahead in the distance. Jesse throws an arm out to stop her and she glares at him in annoyance. He drops the duffel to the ground and unzips it, retrieving a night vision spotting scope and his disassembled rifle. He takes a moment to put it together then returns the bag to his shoulder and cradles the gun. Jesse hands her an earpiece and she dons it.

“High ground, just to the west,” Jesse whispers as he jerks his head toward a steep incline, “I’ll go up, you stay low.”

He hands her the spotting scope and she takes it, then he disappears into the night. Alora crouches down low and powers on the scope, bringing the darkness alive in hues of neon green. She can make out the shape of about a dozen men in a clearing just ahead of her. A few of them clutch rifles while others handle large crates she knows are stacked full with more guns.

“Got eyes on ‘em?” Jesse’s hushed whisper comes to life in her ear.

“Yeah. Maybe twelve of them, lots of guns.”

#tag bait #oc jesse #mk alora #mk ocs #mortal kombat ocs

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chadillacboseman · 19 hours

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wip wednesday

| Summary - Blood Money part 27. Skarlet and Kano return to Outworld on the hunt for their missing daughter. An ominous pale rider lurks in the distance. | I'm obsessed with these visuals, it's been swimming in my head for weeks.

taglist - @roofgeese @bi-force-1 @shiresome @mideocre-runningoutoforder @bihanspookies

@chadillacboseman @thesingularityseries @kanoshusband @isacoremeow @klericofkhaos @ash-shark

“See anything?” Kano’s voice snapped her out of it, her head turning briefly to address him. Only when she looked back to be sure of it, the figure was gone.

“I - “ Skarlet paused, that feeling in her chest growing a bit heavier. The weight of guilt, some of which may not have even been her own. “No, perhaps I didn’t… We should rest. You staring at that device will just end in a strain of some kind.”

A half-hearted chuckle, a mumble that tinnitus had already taken over with overuse, his accent thick when he spoke, “yea? Get some sleep then, Ruby…” That familiar exhaustion that plagued him, so familiar, it was only months ago he sat at his daughter’s bedside. Nodding off with blueprints sketched in front of him, pen falling to the carpet when he dozed. The thought wouldn’t ever have crossed him that Billie would be missing after such a brief recovery…

His wife’s hand covered the cybernetic heart he held in his own, a much smaller palm covering where bright red light seeped. Heat radiated as inner workings whirred, Skarlet moving the heart from his hand to sit alongside her desert gear. “There is time for that later… We give word to our men, we will find her before the sun rises…” Broad shoulders slumped a bit, begrudgingly casting off heavy boots to his side of the floor. The narrow room felt all that much smaller when he looked back up at her. The Aussie glanced down, Skarlet assisting in pulling off the gear he planned to leave on. Gloves removed so delicately… “Ya want us goin’ out bog standard…” Kano muttered, “hardly gonna be ready’t scoop her up if we ain’t fitted.” Still, there was no resistance when Skarlet tugged him along to the few from the chair to the bedside. Adept hands removing holsters and unclasping belts, knives removed to sit upon a small end table. Protest was nothing more than weary words when her head settled in his chest. Large arms settled around her smaller frame, kisses placed along tied back red hair. “I am certain it won’t be as bad as you say…” Skarlet mumbled, her hands locking when arms rested around his lower waist, “as long as that signal is up, she’s most likely handling herself… I just - “ “Unless the SF’s got’er…” Kano interrupted, not yet letting her thought finish when that strain in his accent increased, “ya know how they - “ It was her turn to interrupt, a hand moving to his jaw when her thumb traced just below his lip. “Trust me, won’t you? Have a little faith… A smidge of optimism?” Sharp fingernails ran along his beard, the arms dealer’s head leaning into her cool palm. “S’pose…” Kano and Skarlet stood there for a moment, their eyes drifting from one anothers to that awful lurking thought… It would be impossible to sleep on it, knowing their flesh and blood was out there. It meant they had to stop for the night. Overexerting what men they did bring along with them would be dangerous enough. Everyone needed to rest. The Black Dragon leaders parted from one another. A larger hand fishing in his back pocket, “I’m goin’ out for a tick, then… Give a shout we’re stoppin’ for the night.” Kano pulled a pack of cigarettes to hold tight in one hand, the other reaching for one of the many discarded knives on his person. The pair pulled boots back on, Skarlet following when his shoulder pushed open the door.

Bright red light left so briefly, the Blood Mistress’ back moving against the coarse wood frame. Cool air accompanying the moonlight once again, a sadness welling in her chest… Perhaps she and her daughter were looking at the same sky. The same placement of stars. The thought was interrupted when Kano shuffled back through the sand, relaxing a bit when he stood beside her. A hand moved in front of the flicking lighter, smoke drifting from the arms dealer’s lips and to the open air. “Ain’t like her to run off without even a word…” Kano muttered, not even realizing when his wife slid the lighter from his opposite hand, lighting her own cigarette, “thought she would’a talked to us… Would’ve at least left a note.” Skarlet coughed into the fabric of her robes, adjusting to the burn in her senses. Hot ash along her lungs was almost an opposite of the submergence of blood. “You don’t know her as well as you say, then… She is certainly your child, sneaking away to other realms. Though… I know why she’s angry.” The two shifted to avoid being swamped in the wasteland sand, slow flickers of orange along falling ash. Hazes of grey smoke intermingling with the indigo shadows casted by the moon. A quick silence cut when the arms dealer looked back down to her. “Ain’t something we said, is it…?” Paper held between his teeth, pocketing the lighter she pushed back into his palm. Eventually putting an arm around her shoulders to squeeze her a bit tighter to his form. He almost didn’t want an answer. Didn’t want to face the reality that tacked a sudden wedge between the two of them and their only child… “More along the lines of what we haven’t said, my love… Wilhelmina’s questions were never really answered. You haven’t caught that, have you?” Skarlet’s gaze fixated on the flicking of ash, the toe of her heeled boot extinguishing the glow. Another inhale stinging deep in her chest, unfamiliar, but easing the stress in her shoulders. “We can’t really expect her to trust our word when all we’ve made is excuses.”

“She knows we did it for a bloody reason… No need to go sneakin’ outta the goddamn realm for… For what? For - “ Kano paused, Skarlet’s hand over his heart bringing his attention forward. Quieting down when she wordlessly motioned towards the figure in the distance. The same figure she had seen not long before.

The figure was less of a silhouette now, though. A ghostly pale horse, its rider’s face obscured, eyes hidden by eerily familiar goggles. Her goggles. That she knew were placed along that chest in the room behind them He watched, silent and so distant. Faceless to the two Black Dragon leaders that stared back at him.

“If that’s Erron, I’ll go up there an’ kill’im meself…” The Aussie’s accent thickened again, gruff form smoke and creeping delirium. His wife’s hand still positioned over his chest, holding him back.

“Kane… I don’t believe that is Erron Black…”

#UHFHG:JL #oh cyber #god am i privileged to be your mutual #i have thoughts BUT you already heard them lol

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Quick Gustave before I forget

#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!#DOC RENAISSANCE!!!!#crying screaming sliding down the wall etc etc

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I can never just let my YouTube likes play because it'll be like: an industrial grunge song, followed by a Jerma video, then the sound effects for a Barrett .50 Cal rifle.

#then a torture scene from a movie where a man is whimpering #i mean who said that

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Summary: A preview of a one-shot I'm working on. Kabal's team screws up a mission. They're not so sure the punishment fits the crime.

"Well, that ended spectacularly," Kira remarks as she flops on the dusty black sofa - a sofa Kano lovingly refers to as the 'casting couch' - in the rec room.

"It could have been worse," Kobra says and leans against the pinball machine.

"Explain to me in detail how it could have been worse," Kabal snaps. "You lost the eye, Kate blew up the jeep, and we had to run ten miles through the freezing cold to get back to the base while getting shot at."

"Hey! It's not my fault that techno prick shot it out of my hands."

"And I only blew up the jeep because their forcefields deflected my lasers!" Kate adds.

"Yeah, and where the hell was Spooky while all this was going on?" Kobra demands.

"I didn't have a clear shot," Danny says with a shrug. This time, it's true. He may be a killer marksman, but even he can't shoot through six inches of concrete.

"Isn't that convenient?"

Kabal runs a hand through his inky black hair and sighs. "Whatever. I gotta go explain to Kano why we fucked up yet another job. Until we decide what to do with you all, you're grounded. No one leaves the base. No one goes to the bar. You all stay here."

Kira scoffs and sits up. "You're not my Dad. It was those dickwads who screwed up - not me."

"I don't give a shit. You fail as a team - you get punished as a team."

Grumbles hang in the air until Kabal settles the matter by turning on his heel and sporting two middle fingers.

Cautiously, Danny steals a glance at Kate. Her face is dirty with ash from the guards she incinerated. A cut on her cheek has healed, but the blood stain is still brilliant against her pale skin. Her hair has half fallen from the bun on top of her head, and dark circles are settling into the cradles of her eyes.

"Whatever. I need to go wash the blood off me anyway," Kira complains.

"Me too," Kate says, running her fingers down a loose russet lock in front of her eyes. She pulls her hand away to inspect the gooey red smear on her fingertips.

"Whoa, hey, c'mon, don't you guys want to go grab a drink? I mean, we're not actually going to listen to Kabal, right?" Kobra asserts.

"I don't know, man. He seemed pretty pissed off this time," Kira thinks.

"Yeah, and I don't want to get in trouble," says Kate, sheepishly.

"You never do," Danny sings with a roll of his eyes.

"Rules exist for a reason, Carver."

"Yeah, to be broken, am I right?" Kobra holds his hand up.

"You're bloody right you're right, bruv." Danny high fives him.

"You guys are idiots." Kira shakes her head. "Too bad too. I was going to head to Chinatown for the lantern festival."

"Aw, that's tonight? I wanted to see it," Kate whines. Danny's ears perk up. She shoots Kobra a glare. "Thanks a lot, Kobra."

"Blow me, Kate," he returns with a middle finger.

"Yeah...at the risk of losing more braincells than I already have being around you guys: I'm heading to my bunk." Kira throws up a lazy peace sign and heads for the door. "Peace out, assholes."

Danny smirks as he leans back against the pool table. "And then there were three."

"Two." Kate smiles. Heat creeps into his chest. "I really need a shower, like bad. You guys have fun with your rule breaking, though. Later, taters."

Tagged By: @cyberneticsanguinaire

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#LATER TATERS #also Kabal giving the finger as he turns #okay edgelord

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