Say it with me y'all-

Arthur Morgan isn't shy nor does he have crippling social anxiety- he is what we like to call

✨ introverted ✨

He isn't scared of being around a lot of people, he just prefers not to be.

Y'know when you don't really care for a real popular character in a fandom that everyone else loves and then it makes you weird or have people assume things about you when its like- idk me and bro just didn't vibe like that-

Oh my gosh. I just found this website that walks you though creating a believable society. It breaks each facet down into individual questions and makes it so simple! It seems really helpful for worldbuilding!

“The great angel, Arthur, shall smote you down”

The RDR2 fandom after I mention that despite being a better man (socially) than most during 1899, Arthur Morgan is still a man of his time so he still has certain prejudices if you analyze the game without the rose tinted glasses that come from loving the character -

Someone should write a fic in which Bi Han comes back with the others on the time storm.

I want him to meet grandmaster Kuai Liang, to find out that the little brother he once knew is now much older and wiser. Now he is the youngest one.

I want him to meet the new Lin Kuei and see that they no longer kidnap young children or force people to join their ranks, but actually try to protect Earthrealm.

I want him to actually meet Hanzo and get an apology.

I want Bi Han to struggle with the new clan, because the old values were literally beaten into him. I want him to meet Noob Saibot and be horrified with what he could've become.

I want Bi Han to have another shot at life like all the others did.

*fucking sobbing*

PLEaSE WHY R U DOING THIS TO ME- this is so sweet and sad and tragic and the art style is so cute and comforting and I'm just ❤️❤️😭😭

Yooo hoooo! It’s meeeee! Hope you guys didn’t think I was done with Tomas crying cause it gets wooooooorse!

context and headcannons:

Bi-Han I think cared for his brother a lot as kids, him and Kuai liang would stay up into late hours to stay with him when he got night terrors. Those were the only two who Tomas connected with for awhile, afraid of their father and unwilling to accept either parent for awhile. Bi-Han was a very protective sibling for a long time until the pressure of being the next grandmaster drowned out his free will and filed his growing resentment of his father.

A part of Bi-han is still so very protective of his brothers, but it’s buried under so much resentment and anger.

This is so fucking tragic and beautiful wtf your writing is phenomenal-

Bi-Han marking Kuai Liang with a large gash across the eye is a much more subtle punishment than it sounds. It's a message. A message that means: 

"I counted on you. I've pursued my vision in silence for years, swallowed my frustrations, lied and schemed when I wanted to scream the truth and my anger at the world. I hatched all this in the dark, when I wanted to see the sun and live in the broad daylight. To ensure that my vision would one day triumph, I had to hide my true nature and subject myself to a sheer inhuman discipline under the yoke of which many would have succumbed.

After all, what were a few more years of suffering in exchange for a free life and full control over my destiny? Wasn't it worth giving up my youth if I were to live the rest of my life free from the shackles of determinism? So I waited in the shadows. For years, for what seemed to be eons even, waiting for my time to come. For our time to come. I waited for you. In my vision, it wasn't just me. There was room for two. Maybe that's what kept me going, what kept me patient, what saved me from discouragement and despair, and enabled me to stoically endure injustice and humiliation. Thinking of you and of us has certainly kept me going. In the worst moments of distress, it even galvanized me. But what happened? All of a sudden, you rejected my vision and turned against me. I spent years shut away in the antechamber of life for you, longing and yearning for the great promises that I was sure our future together would hold. I denied myself many pleasures; had to tear myself away violently from all the drives that animated me, only to lock myself up in the non-existence of a slave to his own cause—a willing victim self-sacrified on the altar of his own obsession. Because the truth is, if it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have done it. And I'd rather not think what would have become of me if I hadn't had this illusion to help me live. But of all this, all of this superhuman labour that I built hour after hour, night after night, grain of sand after grain of sand, just for us, at the risk of my own sanity, you refused it. You trampled and spat on it, viciously mocking, despising and denigrating it. Impassable abysses now separate us, and perhaps that was always the case. Was I blind? Did I fail to see that our paths were bound to diverge from the start? That, albeit physically similar, inwardly we were as far apart as fire and ice? Never mind. I've got nothing now, because you've taken everything away from me. All you had to do was sweep it all away with a wave of your hand, and it was gone. A cloud of smoke, a handful of dust and ashes, showing me the precariousness of my construct. Have I minted counterfeit money all these years? Have I built card castles destined to collapse at the slightest gust of wind, once my cell door has been opened? Never mind. In my inner vision, you've always been there by my side. We would have been one, like the twins we might have been had fate decided otherwise. But although not twins, we were brothers all the same. I would have dreamed of you as a cryomancer. Maybe you'd never have given up on me. Deep down, I'm sure that's what drove you away from me, what made your nature so different from mine, that cursed anomaly, that notch in the perfect genetics of our centuries-old lineage. What would it really have been between us, if you too had been a cryomancer, like thousands of our ancestors before us? Every time I thought about it, it made my heart bleed. If only that damned god hadn't ruined everything... If only you had been like me, brother... Perhaps in another life—perhaps in another timeline...

But never mind. It's no longer time to dream of hopes now destroyed forever. It's no longer time to weep or to explain. I'm not our father, this being so vile in his principles dripping with weakness that he managed to corrupt you, to possess you even after his death. Did I only get rid of him so that he could be better incarnated in you? Never mind. Now it's time to look at the smoking ruins of my dead aspirations, of my shattered desires, and leave without looking back. You couldn't, wouldn't see that everything I did was for you. And you don't want to see me anymore. So go now, go far away at the other end of the world and never come back. Once and for all, put an end to this sham of a brotherhood, enact our ontological divorce. Leave. And in return, I'll never mention your name again. I'll have my memory erase it, and in the memories of your former clan too (your blood family!), you will slowly fade away, just as I let our father die a pitifully long agony. Damnatio memoriae is what awaits the traitors. But because you didn't want to see me, because you fled from me over seas and mountains, I've still condemned you to see me in spite of yourself. Do you think this mark I've made on your face is the result of an impulse? I've given it a lot of thought. Rest assured, I didn't mean to poke your eye out. Quite the opposite, in fact. For you still have your two eyes to see that I'll always be with you. Every time you run your hand accross your face and feel it under your fratricidal fingers (because didn't you symbolically kill me?), every time you look in the mirror, pay heed: I'll be there. With both eyes wide open, you'll see that infamous scar staining the perfect beauty of your face, and you'll think of me, of me who did this to you, of me who claimed my due after you destroyed my life's work. For you, there's no escaping of it, when I've long since forgotten your name, having banished it from my mouth and those of my disciples. At the end of your life, I may already be dead, but I'll still be there, at your side, like a ghost, like a shadow, forever haunting your memory. Wherever you are, I'll be. Because I'm part of you now. Alive or dead, I'm inside you, engraved in your flesh, reminding you of your treachery every hour of the day and night without respite. Don't try to skin half your face with a knife or gouge your eyes out, because I'll still be there too. I'll be in that flayed flesh, in those empty sockets, in your thoughts, always. Every second, everywhere, at all times, you and I, together. In the mirror, you won't see your reflection, but mine. I'll die when you die, and I live as long as you'll live. Now farewell, he who was once my brother. You no longer exist for me. I am Abel, you are Cain. You have killed me in spirit by rejecting my love and the hand I extended to you; and I, in return, have marked you with the seal of shame. Everyone who sees this mark will see your turpitude. All you will see when you see your mark will be your tormented brother that you forsook out of faithlessness and disloyalty. May your flames become the flames of the inner hell that will consume you, a trap of your own creation. The foolish longing and now disappointed affection I once had for you are equal to my hatred, and it will spread over the whole world.

Yes, brother. Ice will cover this world. And it's all your doing."

And here I thought we finally had some sort of reconciliation between Sub-Zero!Kuai Liang and Noob Saibot in MK Onslaught but of fucking course not- 😀😀😀

I love them so much, such kittens💞💞💞

Maybe I'm making Bi-Han look too "old", but I really like this dynamic between them...

Omg Bi Han headcanon time 😍

Bi Han does NOT cuss. Like at all. Both of his parents were against it and it's a habit that he never picked up and will never pick up because he finds it childish. He believes that if one needs to cuss to get their point across, they never had anything good to say in the first place (Anything and everything Johnny Cage ever had to say was ignored). He believes that insults are more satisfying if there is a bit more effort behind them. He gets SUPER annoyed if he hears his Lin Kuei initiates cuss.

💎❄️💦

As a sucker for both the Elder Scrolls and Mortal Kombat, two gaming behemoths that still live in my head rent free ever since I was a kid,-

I LOVE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH ❤❤❤❤ OMG PLZ GIVE MORE CONTENT FOR THIS AU, IT'S AWESOME!!!

What's it? Another image of a crossover with The Elder Scrolls!

After fleeing Skingrad and traveling with a Khajiit caravan for three years, the brothers ended up in High Rock. There, having concluded some kind of agreement, Bi Han joined the imperial legion, and his brothers went to the monastery of Anko - essentially a military school established by the Empire.

Circumstances still force Bi Han to resign from the legion after nine years and become a mercenary. After he finds out that the commander of his mercenary brigade was a Thalmor spy, Bi Han kills him and leaves the mercenaries after five years of service.

Eventually, fate leads him to Skyrim, where he hunts criminals for a reward.

Oh yes, nightshade flower - can you guess why he quit the legion.

A separate difficult story related to his brothers. After all, he still continues to kill for their protection.

#I hope they feel like Italian today

Omni Man really said Smoke vapes people to death and I'm still laughing my dick off-

Canon, actually happened.

This when it’s in-game dialogue

I just had a horrible thought-

What if they make Hanzo Hasashi Sub Zero-

Since they already made Kuai Liang Scorpion-

And he'll be Bi Han's replacement since he'll probably be Noob Saibot-