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midnightanxietytm · 4 months

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Kitana muses about her creator

A/N: I'm back lovelies, and this time with a Mortal Kombat snippet. I had this one laying on my docs since like a month after release so enjoy! Requests are open btw

Summary:

"The man tilted his head at her with a smile, standing beside her on the balcony. She turned back at the horizon, resting her arms on the railing and pulling one of her fans, absentmindedly spinning the blades. “Why did you make us?” She asked, finally.

Liu Kang looked at her, puzzled."

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Kitana doesn't really know how to feel about the alternative versions of herself and Liu Kang.

Contents: Liutana mentions, MK1!Kitana thinking about Titan!Kitana, character study, introspection, Kitana pov. Listen she's been my main since forever im lowkey obsessed with her.

Word count: 699

For as long as she could remember, Liu Kang has been there.

Officially, she was very young when she first met him, just old enough to start mingling in court business, what earth realm would define as a teenager.

She remembers he was polite, that he had intense eyes and that he never looked down on her, not that anyone ever dared to, but Liu Kang had something in his eyes that resembled a mixture of pride and pain, as if he was mourning what she could become. He had told her things about earthrealm then, about its champions, its people, then about the outworld, the places she didn’t really step into as a princess. He always had a lot to say. Now she knows why.

"You and my Titan version seem awfully close!" She had mentioned it once, and he refused to elaborate.

Not that he needed to, Kitana had eyes.

The definite confirmation came in training with an alternative version of herself; an idea given by Liu Kang himself.

"A god?! He's my consort!" She heard her own words with muted shock, but it made perfect sense now.

It was weird to think about; the fact that in multiple timelines, her and Liu Kang were… together. And it explained the weird glint in his eyes every time he looked at her. The protector of earthrealm had been mourning the lover he thought he lost, while staring at a perfect copy of her. How painful it must have been, she thought as she stared at the sunset.

“Ah, good evening, princess.” Said the subject of her musings, in his usual polite tone. “Am I disturbing you?”

She turned to face him, the remaining sunlight casting shadows on her face. Liu Kang was a handsome man, and he had always been polite and kind… “Not at all, In fact, I was thinking about you.”

The man tilted his head at her with a smile, standing beside her on the balcony. She turned back at the horizon, resting her arms on the railing and pulling one of her fans, absentmindedly spinning the blades. “Why did you make us?” She asked, finally.

Liu Kang looked at her, puzzled, so she continued; “It brings you pain, I can see it. You look at us and you see eons of history, yet you know it wasn’t really us there, at least not the ones you knew, we are constant reminders of everything you lost, or worse, everything you could have had.”

The god turns away from her, once again silent. He wasn’t angered by her question, that Kitana knew. The silence drags, the sun is almost gone.

“It pains me, yes.” He said, finally. “But it brought me a certain peace, knowing that I could give those I loved a better, more peaceful life. Even if it was in a completely different reality.” Liu Kang looks down at his own hands, Kitana does too. Those hands had created the universe, the realms, created her. “I won’t exactly tell you what happened in the previous timelines, but trust me, it was nothing but pain for all of those I loved, every ounce of happiness we achieved was snatched from us…”

The princess touched the tips of her fan blades. “From us…” she quotes him in a whisper, and again the silence engulfs them for a heavy moment. “I know about you and… the titan me.”

Her creator only let out a soft laugh, almost tender. “Every version of you is too smart for their own good.”

“You are the one who could have made me less smart.” She laughed too, and they turned back to face the last rays of sunshine disappear. “Can you at least be with… the one you love?” Be with me, or titan me, a version of me, was what she taught at first, but it felt too intimate to say, too confusing, she wasn’t his Kitana, and he wasn't the one for her either, not in this reality.

“Not all the time, as I would wish, but it’s already better than nothing.”

And that’s comfort enough, she thinks, for all of them.

Thanks for reading! My request are open and i added some fandoms including MK, the lists and rules are pinned.

#mk1 2023 #mortal kombat #liu kang #kitana #liutana #titan liu kang #time god liu kang #titan kitana #i am obsessed with her #mk1 fanfic #mk1 fluff #mk1 character study #Midnight anxiety posts

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iced-souls · 1 month

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Uhm, possible spoilers i think for Marble Sky [made by @somerandomdudelmao in which you should go and check out if you haven’t read rn cause they be very cool very cool and very cool]

but—OMG I LOVE THIS BIRB AUUUHGHGHHGUGHUHURHUEHGI—

IN WHICH THEY ARE PERFECTLY FINE AND WE SEE SO SO MUCH OF THEM NYYYGUUH—

Guys guys guys — please trust meee she is A-OK and she is gonna be a teacher to Oscar as they make a pacifist alien befriending club

I am not in denial i have no clue what you’re talking about—

I ain’t got a clue what these so called ‘jars’ even look like yet but i sketched a thing out immediately and then at that point my intrigueness started to fade, and then the ref came out and for some reason that boosted my interest even further. But i know what a bird’s brain looks like now so thats something.

I just think she seems very cool

I may have also did some other doodles a week or 2 ago that i didn’t post cause the social of anxiety was kickin in high those days but I’ll put them under the cut if thou wishes to see

That is all ok buh byyeeee go see marble skiessssss

#I saw this woman for less than a second and now i am dreading everything in my life #OUUGHHH she was only there for like 1 single scene AUUUGH #I SHAKE YOU GIVE HER BACK GIVE HER BAC-#ok imma head out now because in case you couldn’t tell my brain needs sleep due to the fact it is past midnight rn #haha little do you know the reason i posted this at midnight was because I STILL got that anxiety in me—#AH HA HA haaaaa..#…#anywho #enjoy #have a very good day #am tired #oufff #have a good day #my drawings #marble sky #weeeeeeee ok bye

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hajihiko · 1 year

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Post-midnight Anxiety

#Kazuichi Souda #Hajime hinata #hinasouda #Sdr2 #Super danganronpa 2 #An art #I got stuck in a half asleep anxiety attack for hours last night and then I had stress dreams #And one very cool story dream actually.#Dont listen to your brain post-midnight

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journal-number-3 · 2 months

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In honor of eom returning heres a meme I made like 3 months ago

#i wanna put this in the discord but its terribly overwhelming for me for some reason #i feel like everyone's going to yell at me when ever i go to post in a channel #the social anxiety y'know #legends of avantris #edge of midnight

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midnight-moth · 10 months

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Anything and everything you feel, I am prepared to hurt :))

Here’s some Rain angst. This was hard to write because it was all hard to describe. I guess CW for generally depressing thoughts.

Rain isn’t sure why he feels like this. He’s taking everything the wrong way, it’s all out of context. He knows he’s being irrational but he can’t stop. It’s like the brake lines have been cut.

Every look, every word, every gesture, it feels like a knife. Taking little slices out of him all day long. The way that everyone stopped and looked at him when he accidentally stepped on his own patch cord. Not only did the sound cut out but the deafening screech it made when he brought the cord back up to the input. Forgetting to turn the volume down first.

When Dew slipped on the water he left all over the tiles in the bathroom and wiped out, slamming his knee on the edge of the bathtub. Rain tried to ask finger was okay, but Dew’s eerily quiet response of “yes, just close the door” and the consequent swearing he heard through it confirmed that it absolutely wasn’t okay. Dew had already asked him to use the bathmat “that was literally hanging over the bathtub.” But he forgot.

He knows he’s being too sensitive. But is he? What if that’s what he tells himself and thus doesn’t correct his behaviors adequately. Are his apologies just forcing the burden of forgiveness onto everyone else? Is he even sorry, or does he just want to be absolved if his own guilt.

He decided to lay down, maybe sleep would shut down the intrusive thoughts - that he was irritating everyone with his carelessness, that they were angry with him, that they hated him. Because it was pathetic to ask, and he knew it. So he pulled the blankets over his face and put a pillow on his head and tried to shut out the world.

When he woke up, the room was dark. Immediately his stomach twisted with dread and regret. His tendency to sleep the day away had been remarked upon a number of times. He mistook their concern for criticism. That he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, that he would feel better if he just went outside instead. Fresh air and sunlight would give him what he needed.

But they were really saying why are you so lazy? How can you be so useless? There’s something wrong with you. No one needs that much sleep. And then he looked at his phone. Missed texts. Rain, are you coming? Rain, it’s your turn to help with dinner. Rain, are you sleeping again? Rain, I guess we’ll start without you. Rain, it’s ready. Rain, we left a plate for you on the counter.

He dropped the phone on the floor, like it suddenly burned to hold it. He picked it up and noticed the hairline fracture across the glass. Again. He did it again. So clumsy. This would be the 3rd time. And he wouldn’t ask again, to repair it. He couldn’t bear to see the irritated look on Papa’s face.

He considered leaving the room, to get the food. Because hunger was tying his stomach in even tighter knots. But would they all be there? Watching him sneak past the doorway like a criminal? Because he was embarrassed.

Of sleeping all day, and shirking his responsibilities, and breaking his phone, and causing Dew to get hurt, and not being able to keep time at all after he caused the assault to everyone’s ear drums. And what kind of bassist couldn’t maintain a 4/4 time signature? He was sure he threw everyone off.

Maybe he could just wait here, until everyone went to sleep. But no, they set food aside for him, and he didn’t want to seem ungrateful. They probably already thought he was. Considering that message had arrived almost two hours ago.

He slinks through the hallways like a shadow. He knows which floorboards creak, his feet maneuver around them, a sad little dance he’s rehearsed so many times. The crescendo, slipping past the doorway and hoping no one sees him.

And they don’t, or at least it appears so. No one calls his name. He swears he feels eyes on him anyway. He watches the cool light of the tv dancing on the walls in the hallway. He stands there in the dark, eating cold food with his hand. Too afraid to open the drawer and allow the clattering of cutlery to give him away. He wants to wash the dish, it’s the least he could do. But then he’s be discovered for sure.

He holds his breath as he traverses the expanse of most floorboards again, by the time he reaches his door, his lungs are on fire. And nausea hits him like a sledge hammer to the stomach. He ate too fast. He barely makes it in time.

Now he has something else to be sorry for. He wasted the food he was too useless to help prepare. He knows Dew will come eventually, he doesn’t want to be found. He falls asleep braced between the wall and the tub.

He wakes up to warm hands on his face, a voice pleading with concern. He doesn’t want to hear it. He doesn’t deserve it. He just wants to sleep. He allows himself to be led to the bed. He hopes the day doesn’t chase him down in his dreams, but it always does.

#I kind of hate this but I spent time writing it so I guess I’ll post it #have you ever tried to be a shadow?#have you ever snuck around your own house like a criminal?#idk if this is what you meant by angst #tw depression?#midnight moth writes #midnight moth asks #midnight moth answers #cw depression #cw anxiety #cw intrusive thoughts

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year

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Lunar: I have 4 big brothers! I have a functional family who loves me!

Monty: You’ve got a ball of anxiety, an arsonist, a serial killer, and an anarchist.

Lunar: I have 4 big brothers and they all love me! I’m happy!

Monty: You’re so traumatized, you can only sleep while being held.

Lunar: I AM LOVED!

Monty: You are loved.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf lunar #montgomery gator #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #aka my missing midnight post #from august 17 #tw anxiety mention #tw caps #tw trauma mention #tw murder mention

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shut-the-burrow-door-pls · 9 months

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……i just back from birb site, cannot tell what the fuck is this (was a eye train but i just don't like drawing eyes) just silly red-beans

#not even a single braincell behind this #when it is late enough in the midnight my anxiety level increasing to a level that i want to bury myself for those idiot post #but this is symmetrical formed and i don't know how i have done this #Just funny coincidence #i found several pretty good eyes Iv drawn but just not feel like being serious with such thing

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rosekasa · 1 year

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it kinda sucks that my biggest fear over the past 2.5 years was that all the people that i spoke to and considered as friends actually would just forget about me if i disappeared and then it kinda like. came true

#vent post #idk i just. think about this sometimes #i feel like i had so many friends in the fandom since 2020 #and like. i dont talk to anyone anymore #i know it's not a big deal but like #i took a break to try to calm my anxiety and be like look. you can step back for a while and people will still remember you. dont worry #but then like.... the worst case scenario Did happen.#anyway idk why im sad about this again lol it's been months #i just sometimes look through old convos and remember how i felt back then and how i hoped that anxiety was wrong and to just push through #but like. the anxiety was true #anyway #i think the worst part is that i just feel like i cant trust myself when i care about people because im always anxious and #clearly i cant tell if that anxiety is actually false #>>dont listen to your brain everyone actually cares about you<< but like. there's evidence that's false LOL #sorry it's midnight shdjs #alizeh talks

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coffeeangelinabox · 1 month

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Whumpril #24: No Time To Rest

It’s impossible that they have all made it back here, that they are all sitting around the scrubbed wooden table in the mess eating as they have a hundred times before. The Valjean is drifting in the empty, no stars for miles and precious little traffic this far off the main shipping lanes. The computer will warn them if anything unexpected does come within range - and long before it can see them thanks to Gene’s modifications, but the autopilot can handle it.

They can sit, eat, rest. The whole family back together against impossible odds.

Darrow pulled out of an interrogation chamber and Lee from a prison cell. Gene and David and Jemma all in detention blocks, all subject to the Domain’s various flavours of mental torture, but here and whole and hearty and knowing themselves. He and Rosie and Nico and Casey, no damage but a few bruises and glancing lazer burns, a twisted ankle and lacerated tendril. Their impossible rescue a success.

They should be able to stop.

And yet, Jay can’t. Some is the residual adrenaline, the nightmares and shakes. The memory every time he closes his eyes of that exo-steel wall that they’d come within millimetres of smearing themselves across, the blast that had missed Nico and Casey by a mere hair with him too far away to do anything, the electrical stun that had nearly ended his too-brief stint in command. More is that the men he has followed much of his life are falling apart.

Lee’s actions have trickled through the crew by now. He keeps to himself, locked in his cabin - for his own safety. Jay would have no hesitation is spacing him. Darrow is almost as reclusive. The betrayal by the man he considered a son has emptied him of spirit far more effectively than the Domain has ever managed.

David, Gene and Jemma haven’t spoken about their experiences, but they’re all pale, twitchy, jumping at shadows. David had ushered Jay and Rosie and Nico and Casey to the medbay, as he always does, taken one look at his equipment and bolted. Jay had patched them up best he can, guiding Rosie through putting surgical staples down his own clavicle where he couldn’t reach with the help of a mirror and a double dose of pain killers.

The autopilot can probably handle anything in this area of space, and Jay fervently hopes that that is the case, because no one but him is in any state to answer the alarms. He’s taken to dozing on the bridge, lulled by the gentle beep and whir of the scanners, afraid that if he falls deeply to rest in his cabin he won’t be able to respond to an emergency. When the pull of sleep becomes too seductive, too much the promise of a tide to sweep him away rather than a simple, brief moment, he gets up and walks around.

He checks and inventories their supplies, determined they can stay here for some time yet. Time enough for someone to heal.

If they do.

Jay has no idea how to help them. Put a ship and a course before him and there’s no one better, a blaster in hand and a plan of attack - well, hadn’t he proved his skills? Even injuries (his staples pull and itch, but they’ll do, and he knows that the ones he placed in Nico and Casey were far more expert. But this? The terrible loss of self and respect and everything yo u build yourself on that the Domain inflicts?

Darrow and Gene and David have always been so solid, the walls against which Jay has always sheltered. How now to shore up those battlements when their foundations turn out to be made of sand?

He sighs. Checks the plotter once more. Debates weighing anchor and risking the sleep that is weighing down both eyes and mind.

But they can’t take another battle and the Domain must be searching for them. They are unlikely to simply let half a dozen prisoners including the infamous Darrow slip through their grasp without a murmur.

How could Lee do this to them? He’s grown up with him, thought him a brother…cousin at least. And more, how can one man destroy everything Jay has built his life on with such catastrophic ease? He’d never thought of Darrow as old before, but now it is easy to see his decades, skin haggard and eyes dimmed.

Jay checks the board again, determines that nothing will need his attention in the next few minutes and goes to check the engine room. Half his life, the engine room has been Gene’s private domain, entry by invitation only, but Gene too is aged by whatever the Domain did to him. Timid, prone to anxiety and completely shutting down if Jemma is not in immediate sight. She’d cut herself cooking one night, and the engineer had cried.

Jay never thought he’d bought into the idea that men should act a certain way. Stars know, he cries. Jemma is the strongest of them all. He’s never thought about it, but he’d been horrified by the brawny man’s breakdown as he’d curled against the wall, weeping like a child.

He should have rescued them sooner. Not a mistake he’ll make again, if it drives him mad and sleep deprivation liquifies his brain, he’ll keep the Valjean in perfect working order, on his own if need be. He’ll be ready to go and get them, before they can be hurt like this again.

#my writing #whump #whumpril2024 #coffeeangelinabox's space opera ocs #sleep deprivation #anxiety #protective character #posted after midnight #whumprilday24 #no time to rest

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midnight-phoeniix · 11 months

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#you look into the abyss and the abyss stares back at you #Angel and Borris #my puppys #i miss them #they are two days away #borris is a little bitch but i love him #he was the fattest puppy out of his two sisters #angel is an angel tho #just posting this giving me very minor anxiety lmao #midnight phoeniix

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crowfromfoggyforest · 24 days

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reminder:

i love you mutuals (and i love you person reading this)

reminder:

i'm not purposefully ignoring you or being rude or cold, i'm just awkward and anxious okay

#idk why but i felt the need to post this #it's past midnight and i should go to sleep and i might regret posting this tomorrow #but idc #i love you #but yeah #social anxiety

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coridallasmultipass · 1 month

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Felt cute, might deteriorate later. [He/Him]

#feels like im in hell um #shibuya to belgium #anyway did my eyebrows perfectly but its night and ill prob sleep em off so ugh #im so tired bro i went thru my arm workout THREE times today bc of stress and anxiety #not to mention body dysphoria on top of the health concerns im trying to not think about anything rn so selfie time #OBLIGATORY: 'DISCLAIMER: i'M HI (HIGH)' TAG #but tbh not enough im still hurting with stress #could fuckin go for another round but i rly gotta try n sleep bc i get to cry abt all this in therapy tmr yaaaaay #fuckin hate that i cant treat endo lmao its like living in a cage w a tiger and not knowing when its gonna attack or give a love bite #anyway not to be a crybaby but yeah im not okay and dont know how im expected to go on lol #thought i looked good in my red light but ended up w a good orange light pic #wish i could show off my arms but its not impressive. mostly just feels nice to be like... solid lol #wish i could afford a gym #so my face will have to do for now hope i dont regret posting selfies at almost midnight lol #me #selfie #Cori.exe #Image.exe #ignore my chapped lips pls my dermatillomania has been rampant for the past like 2 days lmao i never stood a chance #hhhhh idk what to tag beyond this fence sitting whether to post or not so im just gon post and then go sleep hffff

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bluebloodedsystem · 4 months

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Welcome once again to Pigeon Midnight Radio!!

On tonight's show: I waited till 12 am to actually start packing for our holiday!

I'm not even half done! I might not let us sleep tonight until I'm done!

-🟣

#🟣 says something #midnight posts #is it the caffeine?#is it our anxiety?#or is it something completely different?#those questions will be left unanswered

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byanyan · 5 months

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ㅤat this point, they're beyond wasted and vibing out to music that's too loud with several substances on standby for when the buzz starts wearing off. happy new year!!