#mortal kombat ficlet

[roselyn-writing]

Please ignore last submitted post >_<

Kaui erron hanzo liu and kung lao happily married with a babe on the way when the reader is killed (assasinated or revenge killing)

A/N: Sorry for keeping you waiting! Here’s the angsty you asked for, I hope you like it <3

Tw: mentions of blood, death, grief, dismemberment.

Kuai Liang ❄️

Kuai Liang and His wife were strolling down in a snowy forest. Both were laughing, both were enjoying their time in this forest.

“What do you think of this forest?” She asked him.

“It is as gorgeous as you,” Kuai Liang cooed.

“Awwww~” She expressed, “Thank you for your sweet words,”

Kuai Liang only giggled in response to his wife's comment, Kuai Liang always tells himself that he is lucky to marry such a delicate, beautiful woman as his wife.

He would be damned if anything happens to her and he will lose himself and his mind if such a thing happens to her.

Kuai used to see himself as a flawed man until she came into his life and changed the way he sees himself. Now he sees himself as normal human being.

His wife walking towards a frozen tree. She expressed her fascination for it, but Kuai was thinking about something else. He is thinking about when they will finish the trip so they can return to the temple safely, To do stuff in their bedroom.

Then the unexpected happens, an armed man with a dagger came out of nowhere and stabbed his wife in the throat, Leaving a bloody mess on the white snow-covered ground...

He didn’t stand there frozen, he immediately takes action and killed the guy who stabbed his wife brutally, He killed him by performing his signature fatality “Spine Rip”

Kuai Liang grabbed the guy’s neck and tears out his spine and skull, The guy cried in pain as he witnessed his skull and spine being torn, then Kuai Liang formed an ice spike impaling his torn spine and skull on the ice spike.

After that Kuai rushed to his wife he knew that she is dying it is too late...

“Honey… I.. uh... I love you so much..” she murmured to him.

These were the final words of his wife. Then her glistening orbs dimmed, meaning, she is no longer alive.

“No… No…. NOOOOO” Kuai Liang cried, “No... Please... Please come back! I need you in my life!”

He shouts from the top of his lungs, He doesn’t care if people heard him. He just wants to express his sadness for his dead wife…

He gently caressed his wife's cheeks he hopes that he gains a reaction from from her but she is already a goner. He kissed her cold lips in a desperate attempt to wake her up like the fairytale the sleeping beauty.

He carried his wife's dead body with a sad face and the tears dampens his beard and face. He carried her weak, dead body near the Lin Kuei temple. Then he went to the sacred cemetery of the dead lin kuei members.

He made a tombstone for her and gently buried her there. She looks peaceful and innocent. He shed the final tears of sadness and grief.

He vowed he would never love again. Kuai Liang goes to investigate this man and who could want to hurt him? He will find out and they will know that revenge is best served cold.

Erron Black 🤠

Erron and his wife were sitting in a tavern, eating and drinking happily. Erron loves his wife so much and he will do anything for her.

“I wanna learn use the gun!” His wife said, “I wanna be a badass like you!”

Erron only laughed in response to her, he knew that carrying a gun is dangerous and require a responsibility.

“Sure thing,” He muttered underneath his mask.

All of a sudden, the tavern door kicked open, and a group of warriors armed with spears and helmets came.

“We are here for a man called Erron Black” their leader stated.

“He isn’t here,” the owner of the tavern answered.

The people are scared, Erron’s wife is scared too, But Erron, as the brash man he is, He quickly shots those warriors, he got most of them but not all of them.

The people hid under the tables and counters to avoid getting shot. Erron skilfully killed all of them but only their leader remains.

Their leader laughed as he grabbed Erron’s wife by her hair, She cried in pain as he pulled her hair.

“Ouch leave me alone!” Erron’s wife cried

“As you wish!” He muttered as he plunged his spear into her heart killing her in the process.

This shocked Erron but Erron didn’t back down, Erron engaged in the fight with this warrior. Erron used his sand bombs and acid bombs, giving him the upper hand to win and put a bullet into his skull for killing his wife.

“I’m so sorry.” Erron apologized, as he kissed the lips of his dead wife.

Hanzo Hasashi 🔥

Hanzo and his wife sitting in the fire gardens, Enjoying the garden and the tea.

“The garden is so beautiful and peaceful~” His wife started.

“Yes, It is my firefly~” Hanzo answered, “But my love~ you are more beautiful than the garden,”

His wife giggled, then she brushed a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear.

Hanzo is so infatuated with her; One can tell easily that she captured his heart and mind.

“Hanzo~ can you sing for me using your Shamisen? Please?” His wife requested, “I love your singing~”

Hanzo blushed madly at this and he nodded, Hanzo brought his Shamisen and started to sing a traditional Japanese song. Which His wife loves so much.

His wife was listening to him and started to shake her head with the rhythm, she enjoys his singing so much that she didn’t notice a hired assassin lurking behind the orange trees.

Hanzo didn’t notice either because he was singing and enjoying his wife's reaction.

The assassin had jumped in the air and thrown a shuriken into his wife's neck he had hit an artery.

His wife cried in pain she hold her slit throat in a desperate attempt to stop her bleeding but the damage is already done.

Hanzo quickly took action, Hanzo had thrown his infamous kunai into the assassin's eyes then he pulled his kunai with such force that he yanked the assassin. Hanzo didn’t let the assassin recover and soon Hanzo did his fatality on him.

Hanzo throws his spear into the assassin’s chest and starts overheating it. He flips over the assassin’s head and dives into the ground, vertically wrapping the blazing chain around the assassin. As he emerges back from the ground in front of the assassin, Hanzo snaps the chain like a whip, vertically bisecting the assassin’s body.

Then he rushed to his dying wife. “Please hang in there!” Hanzo pleaded, and he sobbed uncontrollably.

“Honey.. no m-matter... I love you..” She murmured.

After hearing those words and his wife is dead, he shouts at the top of his lungs.

His tears stream like a river as reminisces every memory of him and his wife sweet or bitter memories alike. It happens again his second wife is dead.

He holds his wife's dead body, as he brushes kisses into her delicate, cold skin. In a bitter effort to wake her up from her sleep.

“No… Nooooo!” Hanzo Cried, “Please! please.. tell me that I’m dreaming!”

Hanzo carried his wife's dead body and buried her in the fire garden. He knows that the fire garden is her favourite place. So, he buried her there.

“I love you... and... I will miss you..” Hanzo sobbed.

Then Hanzo goes to investigate this assassin, he will find out who destroyed his happiness and he will make them pay for it!

Liu Kang 🐉

Liu and his wife were walking on the street. They just finished eating dinner in a local Chinese diner, Both of them were talking and enjoying the atmosphere. Then all of a sudden a car collided with his wife's body. Liu immediately goes to see his wife, she was injured badly she is bleeding like a river, and she is losing too much blood.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see her!” The man apologized, “I was looking at the phone! I’m sorry!”

“Looking at your phone while driving?” Liu Kang seethed at him, he is furious at this man.

Still, the man's useless attempts to calm Liu Kang were futile in calming Liu Kang.

Liu Kang punches the man in the face with his fire abilities empowering him, and the man's head rolled on the ground.

Liu Kang carried his wife and rushed to the nearest hospital in hopes that he can save her.

It all came crashing down on him when he saw the Doctor's face. Liu knows body language and the Doctor’s face tells him that she didn’t make it.

When the Doctor left Liu Kang cried silently, he wiped all the streaming tears from wetting his face.

He remembers Raiden words all heroes suffer from tragic accidents and such.

Liu Kang started to think of dark thoughts to avenge his wife and his destroyed happiness.

He is scared of himself, how can such a bright and pacifist person like himself thinks of such thoughts.. the answer is grief. Grief makes people do terrible stuff.

Raiden comes to him and helps him to calm down, he offers him some new training to calm himself and his aching soul.

Kung Lao 🥟

Kung Lao and his wife were at a picnic. Both of them started to eat and drink juice. At first, things are fine, but now, it isn’t.

“It is lovely isn’t it?” His wife started.

“Yes, it is my love~” Kung Lao answered.

Suddenly a masked man came and shoot Kung Lao’s wife in the head, her head exploded brutally, and Blood and brain matter are scattered all around. It all happens so quickly, he couldn’t process anything, but he took action immediately for his sake.

Kung Lao shouts in pain as he used his sharp hat to chop the masked man who killed his wife. He chopped his head, his abdomen, and the hand that killed his wife.

“DAMN YOU!” Kung Lao shouted.

Neither the man nor his wife said anything, they just died quietly. In his wife's case, it hurts the most, because she died quietly with a smile on her face, Just like she didn’t know anything. And that’s why it hurts him the most.

“DAMN IT! DAMN, EVERYTHING!” Kung Lao cursed.

Out of anger, out of pain for his broken heart and pain, anyone would excuse him for what had happened to him...

He had buried his wife in her favourite place. That is her garden in her backyard.

“I love you so much... and... I will never forget you!” He sobbed.

I hope you like this angsty chapter! Don’t be shy to ask more! Like and comments are appreciated 🖤🖤🖤🖤

#roselyn writings #mk x reader #kung lao x reader #scorpion x reader #roselyn posts #hanzo hasashi x reader #liu kang x reader #subzero x reader #kuai liang x reader #mk11 #mortal kombat fanfic #ficlet #mk ficlet #angsty #mortal kombat ficlet #hanzo hasashi #mk scorpion #mk subzero #mk liu kang #mk kung lao #writblr #writerblr #female writer #mentions of death #Erron Black #Erron Black x reader #reader insert #x reader

[kumquats-are-gay]

a totally innocent Johnny Cage x reader imagine/blurb that won't get out of my head:

Thinking about reader and Johnny sleepily cuddling together on the couch or bed. Reader is a bit horny, though, squirming around enough for Johnny to take notice. Both of you are too tired for any real action, though, so Johnny invites you to hump/ride his thigh. He encourages you through every minute of it, insisting that you take what you need to feel good and praising you for your efforts. He'll direct you here and there with faint touches, but ultimately he wants you to get yourself off. Don't get it twisted; it's not because he doesn't want to help. No, simply watching you drowsily rut against him in a desperate attempt to get off is a thing of beauty in and of itself, and he doesn't dare interrupt that.

"Come on, baby," he coos softly into your ear, "you can do it." He lays a hand on your hip, barely there, but it's enough to spur you on. "That's the ticket..."

#just thinking out loud 😇 #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x y/n #johnny cage x you #mortal kombat #mk1 #mk11 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat 11 #mk1 x reader #mk11 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #will probably write a full ficlet for this at some point #can I use the words 'full' and 'ficlet' in relation to one another? like is that an oxymoron?

[gophergal]

Our blood is scattered like flower petals on the battlefield- saccharine raindrops nourish the ruined earth. As I lay next to you, dying, I know there's nothing I'd wish for more than to meet you once more. Another time... Another chance...

(full piece under the cut. Warning for mild gore)

I kinda fucking hate the nrs reboot timeline, but I'm obsessed with the retcon of Armageddon's ending. Its just- goddamn. I keep thinking about it as the ending to their storyline and it's not good but it is angsty. Which I love so much.

#gopher art #mortal kombat #subscorp #mk subzero #kuai liang #mk scorpion #hanzo hasashi #the caption is from a ficlet i wrote but never published #and im probably not gonna post it whdgejbf #anyway. take this angst and go. its been so fucking hot that this took me literally three fucking days #ive been miserable. and the air quality had been bad. and my asthma has been triggered. focusing is so hard guys #but at least we get some angsty old gay ninjas

[bihansthot]

How would Bihan react if his s/o is feeling insecure about their body?

He would make you so secure about it you would forget you ever felt that way in the first place. Bi-Han loves every inch of his s/o’s body, every roll, every stretch mark, your misshapen (your words never his) breasts, your not perfect ass, they’re all just the epitome of beauty to him.

He’s a very touch starved person and as such he loves touching you and being touched by you and he worships those little imperfections you think you have, to him they’re just part of the person he loves.

He won’t let you talk badly about yourself and will spend ridiculous amounts of time and energy countering your negativity, usually with some line about how only the best of the best are worth being his s/o.

****

“Qīn stop talking like that, your tiddies are perfect,” he sneaks his arms around you, staring at your joint reflection in the mirror. His cold hands drag up your stomach, completely disregarding your pudgy lower belly until his hands are cupping your breasts. He holds them and smiles with almost childlike delight as he jiggles them in his rough, calloused hands. “Look at them! They’re like perfect little puddings!” The cryomancer buries his nose in the crook of your neck, dropping chilled kisses as he went. “How can something that brings me such delight be anything other than perfect?”

“Polar Bear, stop, they’re saggy ok? Just like my stomach is all saggy and my thighs are too fat,” you look away from your reflection and sigh sadly.

Bi-Han forces you to look at your reflection as his cold hands trail over you stomach, “saggy? Where? All I see is a stomach perfect for breeding my heir, how perfect you’ll look all pretty and swollen with my seed,” he pauses to lick a cold stripe down your neck. “And these thighs, ugh fuck me, these thighs that squeeze me in all the right places, keeps my head buried in your sweet pussy while I’m lapping up your juices like your obedient house pet. You think I’d do that for anyone qīn? Not in a million years, you’re the only one I’d ever break for,” his deep voice reverberates through your body making your pussy tremble with need.

“R-really?” You ask, having a hard time finding your voice after the delicious, honeyed words dripping from Bi-Han’s tantalizing lips.

His hands squeeze your ass, kneading your cheeks wantonly, his hard cock pressed against your behind, “I can lie qīn, but my body can’t, you can feel how hard just the mere sight of you makes me, the smell of your arousal has me dripping with desire.” He growls low in his throat before picking you up with ease and wrapping your perfect for him thighs around his waist. “Come, let me show you all the ways your body calls to mine,” he whispers low and carries you to your shared bed to spend the rest of the night showing you all the ways you were perfection in his eyes.

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Sorry that ends kind of abruptly, I’m not quite in the right mind space for a full blown fic so hopefully a ficlet will suffice! I may continue it if people like it and want more but it’s something I struggle with personally so it’s a bit hard for me to write because I look at myself and think there’s no way someone like him would want someone like me. Also, I apologize if it’s a little self indulgent with the insecurities, you never really specified what you were self conscious about so I picked what I am self conscious about. Anyway hopefully you lovelies enjoy this little snippet.

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #nsft #bi han x f!reader #sub zero x f!reader #ficlet #suggestive #self concious

[flowersforchoso]

Phosphorus ✧

syzoth x f.reader; a morning after ficlet (suggestive)

streaks of sunlight poured into the room, bathing it golden with warmth which signified that dawn had come.

mornings were for arising. so you stirred, still stuck in the limbo between sleep & wakefulness, not quite there at either.

a brief wet sensation had momentarily roused you into consciousness, which was incomprehensible to an all too tired mind and body

it continued and seemed to intensify with succession. a feeling that could no longer be ignored, making your eyes flutter open to make sense of the perturbation.

you let out a pleased sigh when you discovered syzoth's mouth rested on your cheek, his retracted tongue dancing on the skin—a little twirl and swirl, tracing patterns around the smooth surface and leaving a trail of wetness.

your head tilted to his direction, halting the ministrations he doled out on your cheek to meet penetrating green eyes that held a variety of emotions: shyness? arousal? shame? eternal adoration?—couldn't really pinpoint which made you break into a lazy smile. the words 'good morning' rolling off your tongue, to which he mirrored, though in a much raspier tone.

his hand traversed the curve of your body, settling on the pad of your hip and gently pulled you closer to him.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck and murmured an apology against your skin, acknowledging he was being needlessly selfish by not allowing you get adequate rest since the entire night was defined by coition. he couldn't help it. couldn't stop himself; by not exercising enough patience for you to recover from an energy depleting activity. not considering you were only human, while he wasn't; possessing a stamina and strength that outlasted and outmatched yours. he really should be more thoughtful and put your needs above his.

your graceful fingers snaked into the tufts of dark hair, massaging his scalp. how could you ever be mad at him? this big baby of a man... or zaterran, in the sense of softness and lovability. syzoth was too needy. helplessly so. he clinged to you in a way that rationality absconded, that at times, felt like he would merge into you; become a part and parcel if he could. so encapsulating was the passionate outpouring of his love for you. not that there were complaints—you would never. you just felt overwhelmed with a joy that could rupture the heart. and you could tell it was the same for him.

syzoth shifted in position allowing him peer into your tired eyes. it was obvious you hadn't gotten enough sleep and expressed how terrible he felt for being the cause through another apology. this time much vocal

"syzoth i'm okay. you needn't worry" you reassured to mitigate the self-flagellation.

"i love you. i always will" a proclamation which made his heart soar and mindlessly crashed his lips into yours with fervour. an entwining of tongues that would soon leave you both breathless.

breaking the kiss, your eyes met his tail—scaly and long—which appeared whenever he was too happy or too excited. at first, it freaked you out but you've gotten quite used to it—as with all things that pertained to zaterrans.

the grogginess took over in an instant and your breathing slowed. you began to drift into the familiar black space as the satisfaction of being limp against the muscular build that pressed into your form; the smothering love that awash your senses; the pleasurable soreness of your body lulled you. sleep had come and who were you to deny it?

you awoke later in the morning. letting out a yawn as your eyes began to adjust to the muted auriferous glow flooding the room, then stretched to stave off whatever weariness that might creep in.

you sat up. realized you were alone and briefly wondered where your reptilian lover might be, but it didn't take long—a little over a few minutes—before your prayers got answered

and there he was! walking past the door. his footsteps a pitter-patter against the wooden floor, a contrast to his tall and broad physique. holding a... bouquet of wild roses? his cheeks crimson as he sauntered towards the bed

"i wanted to drop this before you woke up but i guess my luck ran out" he awkwardly confessed. there was no way you could love this man any less. he was always so eager to impress. often got self-conscious as well, whenever he noted your reactions. always feeling that he might do the wrong thing, a lovable clumsiness that made your heart swell at his thoughtfulness and care.

"oh syzoth" you cooed before wasting no second to jump on him. his strong arms catching and keeping you steady when you planted a kiss conveying your adoration and gratitude.

and he reciprocated. with a passion amplifying his primal desires which had been shelved earlier on, that tinged every touch, and caress of your body. the bouquet now long forgotten

the day had just begun but it was already the end for you.

#mortal kombat 1 #syzoth x reader #syzoth x you #mk1 syzoth x you #mk1 reptile #mk1 syzoth #morning after #ficlet

[bruciemilf]

Im gonna pump out some fan art of this OC I have in mind later, but for now, I’m gonna go a bit insane about Bi-Han’s mother. (Mind you this is is wholeheartedly not canon lol, my hyper fixations are just WOOOSH)

I think we can safely assume the Lin Kuei in MK1’s timeline are a little more progressive than their previous depictions. Yes, women can become members. But what of the girls born with crowns on their heads, and a legacy of nothing on their shoulders?

What if Bi-Han’s mother was a royal born who couldn’t participate in training even if she WANTED to?

What if she was purchased courted as a domestic servant for the Grandmaster? Because I can imagine that woman. a titan of ice and a scowl like fire. I imagine her, lonely, brutal, and dejected, with two children at her chest, asking what was she supposed to do with them?

“Love them.”

“And what will YOU do?” She spits at the Grandmaster. And he says he’ll rule. And she’s left wondering why the roles can’t be reversed. How is a child supposed to thrive when broken raises them?

Bi-Han is born first; He doesn’t make a sound, almost as if he can’t be bothered to.

She does feel a sparkling of something, but it could’ve been the blood loss. She has no idea this tiny thing will befriend the seed of a god one day.

Now, imagine your glaring son walks up to you one day, and says his father, your husband, got his shit ROCKED at the farmer’s market by a drunken, womanizing rancher.

The same rancher who vehemently opposed the Emperor when he demanded more grains from the South, for their pointless religious offerings. The same rancher who, apparently, found a child abandoned right in the middle of his peach orchard.

A child, a baby girl who radiates this bothersome, glowing warmth. A baby whom Bi-Han likes. A lot. “And you just found her in your orchard.”

“I know, it was bizzare. But we don’t have law inforcement in the south, and Jerrod, the bastard, won’t believe me either! I’m telling you, — she’s a God’s daughter. Was. She’s mine now, and I’m not giving her back, but it’s clear she’s no regular child!”

He’s a handsome man. Sharp lines curve his jaw, ans his hair is smooth, kissing his tanned shoulders. It’s almost hard to believe the Lin Kuei grandmaster forfeited under such a man.

She can understand why her husband would be infatuated.

“And you had her for how long?”

He peels oranges for her while Bi-Han chases the baby. Talia, her name is. Tai Ling never claimed to be particularly inventive, seeing as he never PLANNED for kids.

“A couple weeks! At first I thought I just drank too much, but, after she was still there for a few days, I realized I couldn’t really… Entertain my habits anymore.”

“You mean drinking and whoring?” She bored.

“Gah! At least I’m doing SOMETHING!” He argues with a twinkle in his eye, handing her the fruit. She takes it. Oftentimes, she’ll wonder how someone who has nothing is willing to give everything. “What do YOU do to be happy?”

She doesn’t have an answer for that.

“I had him for four years. I still don’t know what to do with him,” she confesses, watching Bi-Han run after Talia with all the drive a toddler can have. “Is it terrifying? To now know what they’ll become?”

To her surprise, he shakes his head. “I know what Talia will be. I’m not worried at all.”

She snorts. “Good for you,” still, his words bring a nameless and weightless comfort into her core. “…If you were me…What would you do?”

“If I had YOUR life? Probably sleep till I’m 100.” He laughs at his own jest, teeth smiling under the sun’s generous light. She never liked heat. But talking to him is almost worth the discomfort. “I think you’re doing great.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“But you’re trying your best, right?”

She nods once.

“Then that’s enough. It always is.”

A pause stagnates between them. “The man you fought at the market. He’s my husband.”

Tai Ling surprises her with a nod, “I know. “

“…Then why are you being kind with me?”

“A woman isn’t the men in her life. If we eat one spoiled apple, we don’t throw away the whole orchard.”

“…What?”

He laughs.

#IM OBSESSED WITH TAI LING MY BELOVED #also yeah bi Hans daddy is toxic old man yaoi for him but tai genuinely doesn’t know who he is after they fight lol #I just really wanted a character that’s a random little guy. tai ling is the Clark AND uncle iroh of MK #sindel and Jerrod are also big heart eyes for him #anyway BABY BI HAN #text #mortal Kombat #bi han #original character #ficlet #mk1

[mymreaderlibrary]

Just a scenario I thought would be funny:

fem-Smoke meeting Johnny Cage and still having that whole fangirl thing going on. She’s so excited at the idea of being in one of his movies that she doesn’t even realize that he’s hitting on her. Meanwhile Kuai Liang is seconds away from strangling Cage to death.

#ficlet prompt #writing prompt #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023 #this is presented as siblings smoke and scorpion so id prefer if you did not use it romantically #smoke mk #scorpion mk #kuai liang #tomas vrbada #johnny cage #no reader #ect games #my writing #mw #not ship

[chewbokachoi]

A Sareena drabble

What if something happened to Ashrah as she became more human than demon? A very rough piece but it's out of my system at least so yay.

If Sareena was to be known as the Wailing Death, the demon that stole life as it slept, then so be it.

She cut them down in their sleep, slitting their throats so quickly their eyes would open and then they would be dead. If it was cowards that murdered those in their sleep, Sareena didn’t care. This is what demons were known for, weren’t they? The creatures that stole souls from their sleeping bodies? Monsters that would only come out at night, when their prey was defenseless?

Sareena didn’t care. They threw their lot in with Bi-Han—these Lin Kuei initiates and officiates were just as guilty as he was.

And what was she but a simple demon?

The sickles in her hands dripped with blood, splattering the floor and the walls as she ran down the hall to her mark. Now that everyone in the manor but her main target was dead, she let out a screech.

She threw herself through the door, sending splinters into the dark room.

He sat up, bleary eyed but his body was already moving in response to the unexpected danger.

There was shriek, more human, and something collided with her, sending her out of the room and through the wall.

Sareena kicked the feral creature off her. She leveled her gaze at Frost. Behind Frost, Sareena could see movement. Bi-Han wasn’t going to get away.

She let out a screech—one that echoed and came deep from her, the rage and fear and sorrow that gave her strength shook the walls of the manor. Even Frost blanched, eyes wide with a fear she had never felt before.

That was all Sareena needed. She threw herself with an inhuman fury at Frost. Before Frost could react, Sareena had her hands on her and there was a sickening crack. She threw the writhing, screaming human to the side, her femur snapped at an unnatural angle.

Bi-Han flew out from the shadows of his room, fists of ice—ice no match for Sareena’s burning hate. The image of Ashrah in a hospital bed, kept alive by the unnatural tubes and chemicals meant for Humans…

“You monster!” Sareena screamed at Bi-Han, swinging wildly at him, growing more and more enraged with every duck and weave. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t he who hurt Ashrah, who brought her sister to death’s door, her sister who still wasn’t pure enough to enter Heaven, but pure enough to die like a pathetic human.

Bi-Han grabbed her wrist and twisted it.

Sareena let out another screech, this one deeper and full of malice.

Bi-Han loosened his grip and slid back and away, his senses regaining just enough.

“You sacrificed one brother to a demon and plan to murder the other! If your own blood is so useless, then I’ll splatter the mud with it!” Sareena could feel her skin begin to burn. “I’ll kill you wear you stand, you ungrateful monster!”                    

She had already lost Kia and Jataaka. Now she was going to lose Ashrah. It didn’t matter if Tomáš and Kuai Liang would hate her for killing their brother. All that mattered to her was neither would have to live with the pain of being alone, to live with the pain of knowing their only remaining brother was a killer.

To Sareena, the only options were each other without Bi-Han, or to die with the blood of Bi-Han on the survivor’s hands. Regardless, she would become what she had always been told she was—a demon, a lowly creature, but she would at least own it. To be hated and reviled was nothing because all that she loved was gone. But if it was to ensure nobody else suffered as deeply as she did, then Sareena felt she could accept her fate.

#mk1 2023 #sareena #bi-han #mortal kombat #fanfiction #ficlet #short-short

[balloon-garden]

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[roselyn-writing]

Icy Goddess Chapter 12

“Troubled Souls”

A/N: About the title; Welp, there’s nothing to explain! ;)

The chilly winds of Arktika blew over and gently moved the curtains Of Selviya’s room. She woke up because of it. She brushed her long glossy hair from her face. then she woke up, with an unstifled yawn that managed to escape her mouth, she quickly put her hand on her mouth while yawning, as a feeble effort to stop her yawn.

she went to the faucet to rinse her face and brush her teeth. after doing all that, she quickly wore a Lin-Kuei uniform then she headed to the main hall to see her friends.

It is the first time she wears a Lin-Kuei uniform, and she feels mixed emotions about it, but she knows that Kuai Liang will be happy once he sees her wearing it. she chuckled at this.

She heard the hushed voices of two familiar men; they are Cyrax and Smoke, Selviya doesn’t like to eavesdrop but she felt the need to do it. Because they seem troubled or something.

Selviya felt like a rude person but she didn’t like to eavesdrop further, so she quickly decided to leave them be and goes to see Kuai Liang or Bi Han.

Upon walking through Lin Kuei's old, mysterious, and awe-inspiring halls. She likes this place, and she wants to learn more about it. Sadly, Kuai Liang doesn’t mention anything to her. He only mentions short stories or short info about this place, Selviya can easily learn it all with her magic but again, she feels like she is intruding or trespassing. With a smile on her face, she mumbled.

“Time will tell”.

Once again, She heard the voices of Cyrax and Smoke. She hummed in pure relief that they are still social and willing to interact with people. Despite what happened to them, they are still fighting and nothing ever broke their spirits.

Selviya wished she can help more. But she didn’t want them to be indebted to her; She doesn’t want them to feel they are independent of her and only. she just wants them to be happy and smiling after all they had been through, she just wants to be the light in their lives. Not just in their lives, but In all people's lives.

She reached the man hall where she hopes that she can find Kuai eating his breakfast. She found him indeed, he was talking to a student near the table. She didn’t like to interrupt so she waited patiently for them to end the conversation.

The student left once the Grandmaster dismissed him, Then the Grandmaster left to drink tea before his morning meditation session.

Before Kuai put his hand on his teacup, Selviya greeted him “Hi! Good morning!”

He was startled by her voice, the cup nearly fell from his hand, but he kept his composure. which made her giggle at him.

“Good morning Love,” Kuai greeted back.

“Sorry about that,” she said with a smile “I was just too excited!”

“Don’t worry about it” He muttered, as he poured tea for himself.

She didn’t respond but she only gave him an ornery smile. he got used to her ornery playful smiles.

Before Selviya could say anything, Cyrax and Smoke enter the hall to have their breakfast.

She quickly turned her face to get a glimpse of them, they seem ordinary. No black bags under their eyes or anything. She quickly turns around so they won’t catch her staring at them.

Smoke and Cyrax sat on the table and started to pour themselves some water. Before they start a conversation they took a sip of water.

“Good morning Grandmaster and Grandmistress” Cyrax greeted.

“Good morning! přátelé!” Smoke greeted with a smile.

Both Selviya and Kuai smiled at this, Selviya didn’t respond but instead, she smiled at them.

“Good morning to you too, friends!” The Grandmaster greeted them back.

Selviya thought to herself; If Kuai didn’t mention anything about his past or Lin Kuei's past in general, she would know it from Cyrax and Smoke, of course, they would tell her anything she wants to know about. It is the least thing they can do to repay her, but again, she didn’t want them to feel indebted to her. She will ask them about Lin Kuei's history after they are healed and ready to face reality once again.

Selviya thought again, she can’t just ask them about the history of the temple or their clan. She knew if she did, she would open a lot of scars and remind them of old memories and wounds they tried so hard to forget and heal.

So, she sighs and told herself once again “Time will tell”. Or she can do what Aliyaa does, Use magic! Maybe she only needs to do a “revealing spell” or what Aliyaa called it.

She is lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Smoke calling her. “Krásná! Krásná!” Tomas's voice cut her trail of thoughts

“Ooh! I’m so sorry... I was.. remembering something!” She spoke.

“Oh no worries,” Tomas uttered.

“What were you remembering?” Cyrax chimed in

“I was remembering the first time I find out I’m a cryomancer,” Selviya answered quickly.

“You are a cryomancer?!” Both asked in astonishment.

“Surprised?” Selviya smirked.

Cyrax and Tomas were surprised because all they remember was that Selviya used some celestial magic, they don’t recall her being a cryomancer like the Grandmaster.

“Selviya is full of surprises,” Kuai Liang said proudly.

Cyrax and Tomas smiled “Definitely,”

“So, umm, got any nightmares or something?” Selviya prompted her tone laced with concern.

Cyrax and Tomas cringed at the mention of nightmares. These are the remaining effects of their slavery. One was a revenant, the other was a cyborg.

“Yes, there is,” Cyrax answered.

“Same here,” Tomas told.

“Don’t worry friends, It will be hard at first but you’ll be able to recover!” Kuai encouraged with a warm smile.

They smiled to him, they didn’t say anything at all. They only offered a smile.

Selviya felt bad for bringing up the nightmares and reminding them they were enslaved to do the villain bidding’s.

As the sensitive soul she is; she doesn’t want to annoy people or say something that hurt them or offend them.

a sudden realization washed and struck her! She is still pregnant.. well- no- she stopped the pregnancy process for a time, for a whole year. Then the pregnancy process will start.

She needs to be ready for it, It looks like she is right when she stopped the process because she can’t give birth to a dangerous environment; where two restored men suffered enslavement.

She just needs to help them recover and then she will be ready to give birth to her offspring.

She gently rubs her belly where she can feel the idle fetus due to the spell that Aliyaa put on her.

The Grandmaster doesn’t know of her pregnancy let alone cast a spell on herself to stop the process of it, she doesn’t want to tell him. However, she will when the time is right. For now, she has to work and make sure that everything is suitable for the child or children.

Deep down, she questions if she made the right choices in her life. But, Aliyaa told her one thing that she will always remember no matter what. That is don’t regret the decisions that one makes.

Looking back at it; She doesn’t regret putting the spell on herself. If anything she should be proud of herself. She only needs to create a safe environment, by helping the two men or the three men recover. Bi Han, Cyrax, and Tomas.

She only has a whole year to do it, and it is enough to make them recover and restore themselves.

Once again, she was lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Kuai calling for her until he snapped his fingers to gain her attention.

“Heh, from Earth to Selviya!” Kuai called, he couldn’t contain his chuckles.

“Oh! Sorry again, Heh,” she chuckled.

His beloved had been lost in thoughts again, he couldn’t help but chuckle at her. She is so sweet, Innocent, and happy. He wants to kiss her right now, but he can’t do it in front of his friends.

Selviya decided that she will eat her breakfast. No more thinking of things that will make her mind drifts somewhere else. She took the fork and started to eat with manners so that she won’t gross them out or anything similar.

She munched on her food quietly, savoring the taste and everything. She takes glimpses of Tomas and Cyrax. They seem to talk freely and happily with Kuai. She couldn’t blame them, it had been a lifetime since they didn’t see their friend.

“So, Anděl! Tell us more about you!” Tomas prompted his voice thick with a Czech accent.

“Well, Where do you want me to start?” Selviya replied with her accent, British accent.

Secretly, Tomas loves Selviya’s accent, he thinks it made her cool and unique, he remembered once there was an assassin in the old Lin Kuei with an accent similar to hers.

Although, this brings unneeded memories, but still, it’s worth it. Since it is relatable to Selviya. His Anděl.

“Well,” He uttered, “from the beginning!”

Selviya gulped, she doesn’t like to remember everything, let alone her past, She gives a playful smile to hide her sorrow. She is an expert at hiding her emotions, she learns better.

In all honesty; She doesn’t know where to start. The moment she was born?— or the moment when she was bullied— or simply the moment that made her experience her first heartbreak and breakdown.. this brings a lot of sad memories that are best left buried in the past.

“Well.. sure!” She bubbled, faking her sorrow with a bright smile and a happy tone.

It is a miracle that Selviya is still sane after all that happened to her, she took a long breath then she started to tell them.

“Well... I will summarise my story!” She declared, “The moment I was born the doctor told my mother that I was born with a rare genetic disorder, that made my hair light blue or blonde blue, Something like this, Then when after 7 or 6 years my parents died because of me... I… I accidentally killed them.. then they put me in an orphanage. Things aren’t going well, I was bullied, and I was ignored. Then came the rich kid his name was Billy. He played with me and talked with me. He didn’t let me feel left out or ignored he was my best friend until some lunatic killed him.”

She breathed again, she continued telling her story, So far, the two men were extremely saddened because of the things she had been through. They only offered sad smiles, Hoping it would soothe her soul.

“Then... I discovered the whole truth, I killed my parents and... I have powers! and there is the magical girl Aqua! We teamed up and save the city from evil and such,” She continued, “That’s all!”

“Your story is something,” Cyrax told with a smile.

Selviya smiled, “Thanks!”.

“I’m so sorry, I... I never knew that you went through all of this,” Tomas apologized on behalf of all the things that happened to her.

“Why are you apologizing? It’s all in the past now,” She stated, she can’t help but say to herself Tomas is a sweetheart.

While they are talking to each other they were cut off by the door being opened wide by Bi Han and Sareena.

“Good morning everyone!” Bi Han greeted. Followed by Sareena who also greeted them.

“Oh, good morning friends!” Sareena greeted brightly.

“Good morning!” They replied to Bi Han and Sareena.

“Smoke! Cyrax! … you guys are back?” Sareena called, she isn’t believing her own eyes.

Smoke and Cyrax are restored, they are humans again.

“Sareena! Been a long time!” Cyrax said sheepishly.

“Yeah! It's like decades had passed since the last time we met you!” Tomas exclaimed.

“Tomas.. it had been decades since you were dead..” Kuai corrected, with a sad acknowledging tone.

“Oh.. right!” Tomans responded quietly.

There is a dreadful silence in the atmosphere, so far, no one talked. They only look at each other as if someone should say anything. Still, no one said anything since Tomas replied.

“How are you today Brother and Sareena?” Kuai asked to kill the dreadful silence.

“Well, I’m good,” Bi Han answered.

“I’m good too!” Sareena said.

Selviya still doesn't say anything, she only offers a warm smile to everyone in the room. Like the sweet angel she is, she isn’t stern or gloomy, she is a happy bright girl.

Her curiosity is always piqued. She looked at Sareena, and she smiled playfully. She knew that Sareena know something of the old Lin Kuei.

She only needs to let Sareena talk about it, but she knew that Sareena loves to talk freely about anything that attracts her attention. One of those things is the old Lin Kuei clan.

Selviya doesn’t understand why she is keen to know about the old Lin Kuei, although, that she tells herself constantly that “Time will tell” and she shouldn’t open her mouth to open old wounds, especially around the 4 men.

She doesn't want them to reminisce about painful memories, Just like she doesn't want to reminisce about hers.

Once again she restrained herself from her curiosity, she must respect people's privacy and their choice if they don’t want to talk about anything.

Instead, she reminds herself that it isn’t polite when doing so.

Selviya remembered that she can hear people's souls, she felt the heaviness of their sadness when they stopped talking. They are quiet, they didn’t say anything.

Selviya’s heart is heavy by their sadness. Kuai had just remembered a painful memory that is related to the old Lin Kuei. So Did Bi han, Tomas, and Cyrax.

Sareena is sad because she isn’t a human like them, she fears that she won’t be accepted at all. Bi Han and Kuai Liang are the only ones who are nice to her.

They all feel alone, each with their sadness. They figured out that didn't move on, unlike selviya.

Selviya hesitantly grabbed her star wand, she wants to make them forget about these memories. She only wants them to live their lives untroubled by the past.

A graceful light caught their eyes. They know that these sad memories are stronger and they will remember it forever.

“Guys! I can let you forget about these memories completely!” Selviya uttered brightly.

Clutched her want star as she raise it high above her head, she offered a bright warm smile to them, as her body glowed with the most warm and intense light.

They feel happy, just like these old memories are gone!

“Memory refresh!” Selviya commanded her wand.

The wand obeyed Selviya and emitted a beautiful, warm light that surrounded them in a circular motion, Entering inside them and refreshing their memories.

Their frowning faces turn into laughing, happy ones. Their mood just changed to 180 degrees. They are more lively and relaxed now.

The light worked like a miracle that healed their troubled souls and wounds. Old, Painful memories are no more, It is time to create new lovely memories. With the new Lin Kuei with different leadership.

“No matter what happens! You won’t remember these memories!” Selviya promised them.

Their response to her all of them came to hug as they collapsed on her. She tried to push them slightly so that she can breathe.

“Oh stop it guys!” She giggled.

Although they nearly made her choke. But she brushed it off as she giggled at their cute reaction.

Seeing them happy made her happy too, she knows now that these memories are no good to talk about or remember at all. They are only making their lives doomed and worse for them.

They are lost and that’s a good thing.

But Selviya refused to let her bad memories fade, it made her stronger, more resilient, and more confident. She once recalled Aliyaa said the strikes that don’t break your back make you stronger! or a relatable idiom, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!

She wants to test her might with sweet memories and painful memories alike, she wants to live her life with its sweetness and bitterness.

Selviya can feel their souls are happy, silently thanking Selviya for her interference. But they don’t know that Selviya can hear their souls, their minds, and their hearts.

She is a perfect embodiment of a celestial living on earth. She silently offered to pour them tea and cookies that she magically made them.

They happily ate and drank the tea, they started to talk and discuss plans and related things.

Selviya is happy that they are energetic and talkative, she can tell her spell worked perfectly.

She put her wand back in her pocket, she doesn’t want to lose it, she can’t lose it.

She smiled softly as she listens to them and looked at them. She hopes the peace last forever.

Alas, But nothing ever lasts forever.

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[bloody-peach]

Update 9/20/22

Welp, it's been a while since the last BNHA fanfic chapter. Almost a whole year.

Don't worry, I haven't abandoned it. I just needed a break. A looooooooooong break.

As you may know, I've been preoccupied with stories of my friend (@festens-oc-hangout / @fatgumsupremacy ) and I's FNAF OCs. I've had a bunch a fun writing those and I still plan to write more if I get any ideas. Why? Because I can and I want to.

But I do plan on releasing more varied fandom works like BNHA and Pokemon fics, headcanons, and ficlets. I'm still working on those, so keep an eye out.

Lately I've been focused on stuff like my new Oculus Quest 2 headset, my new gaming PC, playing on my Switch, making music, and drawing whatever I feel like. Also sleeping and watching YouTube.

Also, my S/O came to visit for 2 days last week and I had the most fun I've ever had. (I beat him at Mortal Kombat 3 and Tekken in an arcade, both twice) Sucks that he had to leave, but he's coming back around Christmas, so I'm excited for that.

Plus life stuff like weddings, doc appointments, family reunions, etc.

But those WIPs have never left my mind. They will come to fruition soon enough. Only time will tell when they come up. But still stay tuned.

K, have a good day!

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[well-of-thirst]

[Back to the masterlist] CW - One mention of eating and killing.

Like the ripple of a pebble falling into a quiet pond. That’s how Ermac’s affection for you blossomed inside their chest.

It started small, a single soul getting caught in your sweet smile, then another, noticing how your presence brightened the room. Then there was the cute way you scrunched your nose when focused on a task, and the little happy dance when you ate something you judged tasty. And how you treated and worried as if they were like everyone else, not like some artificial abomination.

Before Ermac knew any better, the attention of many had zeroed in on you. Their One, the many called. It wasn’t often (if ever) the souls inside the construct quieted down, but a mere look at your beautiful eyes was enough to shush the conflicting stream of voices inside their head.

But, where the rain of dissonant thoughts quieted, a different storm picked up.

While the many agreed on the urge to be close, the wish to court you was the only thing they seemed to agree on. All had a different opinion of how to do it, and each their suggestion heard, for their way was the only right path to follow. Bring them flowers. Gold. A poem from our own hand. Books. Ten hundred heads of the finest cattle. Their enemies’ head on a tray. Fetch the brightest gems and lay them at their feet. 'Hold their hand'.

The last suggestion had been a simple whisper from a particularly young soul, but still all the many heard. The sudden silence of agreement was almost as staggering as the urge to reach for your hand in that exact second.

But Ermac now had a clear aim in their mind. Hold your hand. It would make their intentions and affection clear. It was simple. Direct. How hard could it be?

I do plan for this to be the first of a series telling how they fell for the reader, so if you wish to see your problematic fave in a ficlet like this, feel free to request (Mortal Kombat only)~

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[bihansthot]

I want to ride Reikos hard cock so bad. Everytime he goes out to do something reckless, I want to fuck him so good for coming back to me alive, but because he is alive. The way I would bend over backwards for that man

Can you imagine the way you’d ride him when he gets back from subduing Onaga? No one, including Reiko thought he would be successful but he is, for your sake, he has to come back to you. Ohhh imagine that delicious stretch and burn as you slide down his cock, him opening you up inch by inch as you bury him inside you. You have to stop and catch your breath a moment when he’s fully seated inside you, his thick cock stretching your plush walls. The noises he makes when you start moving, he can’t help himself, he wants to let you know what a good job you’re doing even if he is usually quiet. There’s too much built up emotion this time and being inside you feels way too good, so he throws his head back, hair messy and stuck to his face as he lets out a deep moan of satisfaction as you bounce on his cock. His strong, calloused hands digging into your hips as he lets you have your way with him, using his cock for your own pleasure as you chase your orgasm. Neither of you last long, Reiko just feels too perfect and you’re running so high on emotion of him coming back to you that you cry out his name as your whole body shutters and shakes with pleasure as your orgasm crashed into you with a force that makes you black out momentarily. Reiko is frantic with desire at this point and absolutely ravenous as he waits for you to come back to him so he can chase his own pleasure and chase it he does, he bucks up into your blissful heat wildly, animalistically with no purpose but to fulfill himself. He calls your name over and over, his voice growing gruffer and deeper with each thrust until his questing hips finally still and with a ferocious roar he explodes, painting your insides absolutely white with his release. He doesn’t move, he can’t he just keeps his softening cock buried deep in your welcoming heat.

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[shangsclaws]

Sentiment

Description: Fujin did not leave the sky temple just to live among the humans. He left to live with you.

Includes: Fujin x reader, Raiden being a confused bean

Warnings: none

based on that one conversation Fujin was telling Jax about in the dlc

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Raiden tapped an impatient finger upon his elbow, his arms crossed. “This is entirely unnecessary,” he disapproved.

Fujin, who was readying a small pouch full of his few possessions, did not look to his brother.

“Is it not already enough that we protect them, brother? You may travel to Earthrealm so much as you please, you are a god, must I remind you? You do not have to live with them.”

With fond thoughts, the younger god grinned. “I know.” The pouch had been tied neatly, tucked away into his pocket. “I do not expect you to understand any of what I am doing, Raiden.”

“And why not? We must work together Fujin, we are brothers.”

“We still will be even when I live among the mortals.” Fujin shrugged, beginning his way to the courtyard. “That much will not change.”

Raiden followed his brother, pacing quicker so as to stand in front of him before making his leave. He looked at the wind god squarely in the eyes. “Is there something you have not told me about Earthrealm?”

Fujin’s lips curled into a polite smile. Raiden, although he knew his brother meant well, would find his lighthearted perception of the situation as him being naive.

“Nothing is in dissaray, Raiden.”

“Then?”

“Everything could simply be better.”

The thunder god’s brows furrowed fiercely. “You do not like it here in the sky temple?”

“Must you prod at every action I choose to make? I summon winds,” he chuckled, “I am harmless.”

Hardly, Raiden thought.

Although he could agree that a change in scenery was nice, it was always cloudy and full of lightning above the Sky Temple, Fujin had no real reason to leave. Outworld and their inhabitants were at bay. Earthrealm was safe, protected. In a moment of peace, Raiden would have expected his brother to appreciate that much. These things were difficult to come by.

“Raiden.” Fujin called to his brother, who was deep in thought. “You truly do not know?”

“No...am I missing something?”

Fujin, smiling in all his charm, put a hand on his brother’s arm.

“There is beauty among them. I cannot help but to see it for myself. Live alongside them.”

Raiden’s silence permitted Fujin to muse further, although he wasn’t having it.

“It is life destined to die that I wish to understand, brother. Of flowers and trees. Of, what do they call them, dogs and cats? I am not sure, but humans seem fond of them...”

“That cannot honestly be it.”

“You would be correct.”

Turning around to summon a wind, Fujin swept the ashes of nearby torches into the middle of the courtyard. With a soft motion of his arms, the ashes would take the form of a person void of any facial features.

“What do you fancy in a person, Raiden?” Fujin asked. Raiden tilted his head. “What interests you in the fighters of Earthrealm?”

“Well...honour, for one. Spirit. Skill. What are you getting at?”

“Look! You have described to me a certain someone.”

The ashes took the form of Liu Kang. Fujin was kind enough to make the ashes wave at Raiden, grinning in an almost comical way. The thunder god, confused, waved back.

Fujin laughed.

“Now allow me to describe the traits that interest me,” he began.

Kind. Observant. Omnipotent. But not because they are a god as we are. They are simply meaningful in all their actions. That is the greatest gift.

Raiden watched as the ashes became a familiar figure.

“Is that y/n?” Raiden asked, both amused and surprised. “You created y/n, Fujin.”

“Precisely.”

Fujin walked toward the ashes. “I almost forgot to say; they are breathtaking as well.”

Winds began to carry leaves and twigs, forming mouth, eyes and Fujin’s pride and joy. Raiden, standing behind him, could not see the fondness in his little brother’s eyes.

“Is that what this is about? You are leaving for y/n?”

Fujin nodded, eyes trained upon his masterpiece of ashes and dead leaves. He smiled at the makeshift y/n.

“How did I do?”

“It looks...well it looks like y/n.”

Fujin put his hands on his hips, grinning like a fool. “Now imagine seeing them every day. In the flesh.”

“Those are merely ashes and twigs, Fujin.”

“And yet they still captivate me.”

Raiden shook his head. It was an inanimate object.

It would be here where the ashes would fall loose, eventually returning to the ground and creating a sad mixture of twigs, leaves and dead fire. Fujin turned before he could watch y/n fall to the ground, approaching his brother again.

“You do not understand Raiden. And that is alright. Their life is only for me to comprehend, either way.”

The thunder god sighed. “Again, brother, you may do all of this within the Sky Temple.”

Fujin shook his head.

“Why not by their side? I need to see them, Raiden. There isn’t much you can do to fight that.”

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