Where the girls are fly and there's a pretty good chance you'll die
Independent Mortal Kombat roleplay blog based on the Starbomb song Mortal Kombat High
Sideblog to zeldasheroofrhyme
“Are you a magician? When I looked at you, everyone else disappeared.”
“I’ve been feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on.”
“Can I get a picture of you? I want to show my parents what my spouse looks like.”
“Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.”
“When God made you, he was showing off.”
“Your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?”
“What time do you have to go back to Heaven?”
“Are you a camera? Every time I look at you, I smile.”
“I might as well call you Google, because you have everything that I’m looking for.”
“Nice pants. Can I test the zipper?”
“I love every bone in your body. Especially mine.”
“Are you made of Copper and Tellurium? Because you sure are CuTe.”
“Would you like to have breakfast in bed tomorrow?”
“Are you a thief? I think you just stole my heart.”
“If I could change the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.”
“Call life alert! I’ve fallen for you and I can’t get up.”
“Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?”
“I lost my teddy bear, can I sleep with you?”
“Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”
“Feel my shirt. You know what it’s made of? Date material.”
“If you were a triangle, you’d be acute one.”
“There’s something wrong with my phone. It doesn’t have your number in it.”
“On a scale of 1 to 10: You’re a 9, and I’m the 1 you need.”
“I lost my number. Can I have yours?”
“Let’s play Titanic. You be the ocean, and I’ll go down on you.”
“Did we have a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.”
“Do you have a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them.”
“There are 21 letters in the alphabet, right? Oh, wait. I missed ‘U’, ‘R’, ‘A’, ‘Q’, ‘T’.”
“If you stood in front of a mirror and held up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world.”
“Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie in my journal?”
“I don’t have a library card, but can I check you out?”
“You must be a broom, because you just swept me off your feet.”
“Do you like KFC? Because you’re finger lickin’ good.”
“What’s on the menu? Me-n-u.”
“I’m no photographer, but I can picture us together.”
“Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
“You must be tired. You’ve been running through my mind all day long.”
{Okay but can I just make kitty!Johnny a thing forever? Like just a verse of sadness and kitty antics? Someone please adopt the smol sad kitten, hes’ very lonely}
Johnny’s eyes grew wide, the hiss escaping him as he clawed at the leg of idiot that lit the candle, a string of profanities would have been spewing from his mouth if not for the fact three witches were about to walk the Earth once again and he was terrified.
“No!” Johnny hissed, watching the lights flicker and magic awaken as he dashed to a corner to hide. He would defend these kids, though he thought it best to be out of the witches’ sight when they entered. Johnny felt the guilt crushing him more than before, unsure of how he would stop them again-- it was Halloween and the modern age, no one would believe in witches anymore. . . He didn’t know how he was going to pull this one off let alone get those kids out.
hocus pocus || closed
It was Halloween, Dante had taken his eight year old brother out to go trick-or-treating upon parental request, and the two of them decided to drag Tobi along. When it starts getting later, the trio headed to the abandoned witches home. Tobi, being Tobi, called bullshit on the whole thing – there were no witches, and the story was one to scare kids. But he’d humor them.
He wipes at the skull makeup on his face, the only one who barely reacted when the cat jumped out. Tobi makes his way over to the supposed black flame candle, chuckling when Mike started protesting. “It’s all just a bunch of hocus pocus.” Ignoring the sounds from the cat, Tobi lights the candle – eyes widening when the flame was indeed black.
Johnny rested in the home of the witches, dosing as dusk fell. Rowdy teenagers always came on Halloween, he was sure he would be woken up by anyone attempting to come in and light the candle. Johnny yearned for the years when people were to terrified to even think of entering let alone lighting the candle. Idiots. Perhaps this year would be different, maybe he could get a Halloween night’s rest. Of course that wasn’t the case.
He perked up as the sound of the door creaking echoed through the dark house, his ears beginning to flatten. As the virgin approached the candle Johnny jumped from his perch, landing on the floor with a loud thud in an attempt to scare them off. Johnny approached. His back arched and a glare targeted at the fool about to unleash the witches. He hissed, displeased growls following. Should it have to come to it, Johnny would attack.