GHOST OF TSUSHIMA ‣ Iki Island — scenery 18/? ↳ Senjo Gorge

♭ Raiden to Fujin

“Johnny Cage, I have need of your mobile device.”

Johnny nearly jumps out of his skin when Raiden appears behind him with his stern, fatherly voice, demanding his cell phone. The actor’s brain immediately sets out a few escape routes and plans how he is going to delete Those Photos™ without the god of thunder noticing. He turns to face Raiden and the man’s brows are knitted and suddenly, his train of thought is gone and replaced with sharp humor.

Before him, the god towers, seven feet tall and majestic—gorgeous, if you ask Johnny, but for some reason, people rarely do; their loss—with all his usual accouterments, save the leather or leather-like cap he usually wears underneath his hat. His hair, therefore, is spilling free and Johnny can tell it is making the deity nervous.

“What’s up, Raidude?” Johnny has a feeling, but he will let Raiden tell him.

“Fujin—he possesses a cellular phone, does he not?” Raiden’s frown deepens. “He has hidden all of my cowls and I cannot locate him. I believe he may be using concealing magic, or is perhaps in another realm.”

Johnny’s composure bursts and he begins laughing—guffawing, really—at this ridiculous predicament. What would motivate Fujin to do such a thing?

“Oh my god,” Johnny says suddenly, “are you two in a prank war?”

Raiden’s eyes widen a moment before he collects himself. “Certainly not. Please send the message, Johnny Cage. There is little time.”

“The realm isn’t gunna end ‘cause your hair’s out, big guy,” says the actor nonchalantly, but doing as asked anyway. It’s the least he can do, after all, for a guy who can’t touch a piece of electronics as sensitive as a cellphone without frying it.

[SMS] you got him good, Windy City. He’s pissed though. Hang on let me translate.

[SMS] FUJIN YOU HAVE ANGERED THE GOD OF THUNDER. YOU WILL NOT KNOW PEACE UNTIL I HAVE RETRIEVED THAT WHICH IS MINE. PREPARE FOR WAR.

[SMS] I paraphrased a little, but he’ll never know.

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It’s not often Mack physically recoils at the presence of intense emotional energy, but the aura of the man standing a few feet away from him was, in a word, suffocating.

Mack himself was a being made from dark magic and negative emotion - frustration, indignant anger, sadness, the onset of hopelessness, the stress of the pressure put on Jack when he was sent to fight Aku and flung into the future... To put it concisely, he was once the pure embodiment of Jack’s struggles. Since then, he made the effort to compensate for that and work himself forward towards more constructive goals, to forge his own path and personality. It was a luxury he didn’t fully realize he had, despite the hardship he still encountered.

The other being, however... With how fiery his stare bored into him, how hatred and spite surrounded the being in a passive yet heated miasma - Mack felt like a mere shadow compared to whatever misfortune motivated the other, even with the possibility that the stranger meant no ill will towards him; the mere presence of the guy was enough to put anyone on guard.

The man before him could see the stranger in the black-and-red robe had stopped where he stood, woven hat slightly obscuring his eyes and sheathed sword resting at his hip. Despite that one of the man’s feet made his go back back slightly, he didn’t take a full step backwards. His closest forearm rested along the hilt of his sword, making no move just yet. They could take the moment to examine the other.

Mack’s eyes narrowed slightly, one of his eyebrows perking upwards, still feeling the other out as he broke the silence between them with caution.

“May I... help you?”

well @kathexismania didn't ask for this .

 his refined and sharp and still somehow boyish features catch the rays of sunlight and for a moment bi-han regrets asking him to lay down at all or show smallest hint of tenderness upon the man's exhausted , beaten state . but it wasn't pity that bloomed in his chest when hanzo was covered in purple and crimson , he realizes with a start that it's fear , that it gets rather too personal to ignore now . sub-zero had to be accompanied by the fiery wraith everywhere he went ever since he's accepted to aid the earthrealm in its quest to defeat shang tsung and his army ; ice remembers , ice doesn't bow to anyone . the truth is that bi-han had never stayed loyal to any cause but the lin kuei and that's because the code of it was carved in his brain and flesh since childhood . it seems it'll take too long for something to make itself worthy for the cryomancer yet he can't quite glance away from the man's sleeping face as he sits himself upon the couch he's laid scorpion on .

 cole's family abhorred him , were terrified of him and often chose to remain in a room or the kitchen when he had to come in his house but he had nowhere else to take hanzo when he was beaten like this . their masks contrasting in color and resting atop the table behind bi-han , he heard cole softly trying to reassure his wife and daughter that ' sub-zero is harmless now ' , with a faint smirk bi-han believes he'd like to argue about THAT . the little girl storms out of the room and glares at him , her glare burns the paleness of his indifferent gaze before she opens the door and grabs her bag to leave . for the school he believes , or guesses and knows cole won't really apologize for it . but that's not what his attention lingers upon , it's the quiet and distinct change in the pattern of hanzo's breathing that draws his gaze toward his unconscious body . a hand reaches for him to touch his forehead , a thumb brushes over the man's bottom lip . ' this is so stupid ' , but he cups the side of his warm face and carefully moves his head with both hands to let it rest in a more comfortable position . though soon hanzo's hooded gaze meets his , and bi-han finds himself smirking faintly .

 ❛ it appears your descendant's daughter wants my head on a silver platter . ❜

night terrors & sit (from MK2021 Scorpion to Cole)

Non Verbal Prompts

night terrors - hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare

sit - gesture for my muse to sit down

Cole jerked awake with a gasp, his armor trying to crawl up his arm, the tiny flames flickering in the dark. He sat up and tried to shake them off, worried they might set the bed aflame. It hadn't happened yet, but still, it was a concern.

Allison mumbled next to him, trying to sit up and see what was happening. "Cole, baby, everything okay?" He leaned over to soothe her, smoothing her hair back as he pulled their sheets back over her and kissed her chastely. "It's fine, just getting some water, go back to sleep." Cole counted his blessings that she was too tired to question it and curled back into the blankets with a slurred mumble.

He did actually leave the bedroom, and he was really going to get a drink...he just wasn't planning on coming back to bed yet. Cole's idea of going for a run was pushed to the side when he found the kitchen already occupied by his grandfather (many times removed). The wraith was making tea; more tea, if the ring in the bottom of his cup was any indication.

Hanzo didn't ask questions. He looked at Cole, pulled down another cup, and tipped his head towards the little family table. Cole took a seat, thumbing over the bracelet Emily had given him. It was somewhat frayed now, worn during his battles, but the colors still held brightly. Hanzo clunked the cup in front of him, breaking Cole's concentration as he took the seat next to him.

"...They are here Cole. You freed them from the ice." It was the first thing either of them had said in the last few minutes, and Cole wanted to ask how Hanzo had known, but he could see the haunted look in his eyes. Of course; just because Hanzo had forced the flames of Hell into submission over the centuries, it didn't mean he'd been able to forget why he was there. Only, Hanzo hadn't been able to save his family. Allison and Emily in danger, it surely reminded Hanzo, reopened a wound that had never really healed.

Cole waited until Hanzo set his cup down to wrap an arm around his ancestor, arms shaking. "It's thanks to you, Hanzo. You saved them, saved us as well." He didn't look at Hanzo, not sure how the man would feel about this sort of affection. So, it was a pleasant surprise to feel a more sure arm wrap around his waist. It was the closest to a hug with a near stranger that Cole felt comfortable with, but to tell the truth?

This meant the world to him.

I thought I’d share this that I mentioned to @yetremains (and @kathexismania as well), I figured @sonxflight / @arashincko would enjoy this XD

Kidd is the more chaotic gremlin though by miles than Kazane is XD

@kathexismania​​ (✧)

[ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: I will let this one pass [ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: But only for the sake of my fondness towards fauna [ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: All the same, you’re on a thin fuckin’ ice here

                                                 “. . .”

                              “Oh how fascinating. Top of the crush list is Edward Nygma, the Riddler himself. Seems he loves being top dog around here.”

                    “But then some of you hot on his tail, even Scorpion.”

❛❛ The  road  to  hell  is  paved  with  good  intentions... ❜❜    It  seems  somewhat  cruel  to  nourish  such  conjectures,  yet  some  practical  reason  should  set  the  tone  of  this  conversation.  Heavens  know  how,  even  after  all  the  schemes,  all  the  betrayals  and  lies,  this  Dragon  still  managed  to  remain  on  his  throne  at  the  top  of  the  Highest  Heaven.  And  as  such,  it  was  necessary  to  conduct  certain  formalities  to  maintain  the  minimum  balance  between  all  realms  and  encounters  like  this  should  be  no  exception.  There  is  no  reason  to  chase  off  his  interlocutor  with  any  kind  of  unfounded  discourtesy  ( in  spite  of  what  had  already  reached  his  ears  at  least )  even  if  that  wasn’t  the  most  comfortable  of  positions,  so  the  tone  remains  courteous  and  delicate,  like  the  calm  flow  of  the  Yangtze  River.    ❛❛  So  I  would  much  desire  to  grasp  the  full  understanding  of  Lord’s  intentions  in  Earthrealm  instead  of  misleadingly  make  any  assumptions  or  condemnations.  ❜❜

█  ᴄᴏᴅᴇ：CLOSED  with  @kathexismania ?​

MORTAL KOMBAT (2021) ↳ Hiroyuki Sanada as SCORPION 

∞ (for Bihanzo?)

Drowsy. He is so drowsy. He just wants a nap. When was the last time he was allowed a nap? It is a major adjustment, not needing to be constantly on high alert. The phone under one palm flashes and he regards it, disdaining the piece of technology, but forcing himself to keep it at room temperature for the benefit of… well, of his… friends.

Bi-Han has friends, now, real ones, rather than people who take advantage of his power. The time quakes released more than just the allies Kronika sought and because she had only been focused on his much darker, future self, the young, salvageable version of Kuai Liang’s lost brother had emerged in a cold forest, lost, alone, and—he will never admit this to anyone—terrified.

His world has turned upside-down since then and he has had to relearn much, but he is a quick study. The phone buzzes again, repeating its warning of a message from, of all people, his old rival, Hanzo Hasashi. He owes the man a lot and probably more words than he offers, but his response is terse, as is his wont:

[SMS] Fine. Napping.

He lays himself sideways on the cot. SF is holding him for a while, monitoring him. He understands. The accommodations are not awful, anyway, and his guardians are courteous. His last waking thought as he drifts into oblivion is whether or not they know that he is here on his terms and by his choice and that none of their petty attempts to restrain him could ever hope to work. This brings a cat-like smile to his beautiful features as he drops into the waiting arms of Morpheus.

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positivity for kathexismania : I'd like to give a shout out for the roleplayer @kathexismania . They put so much work into their multi muse, their characters, and think so deeply about every little detail. Their characters feel truly alive! And the mun is a sweet heart as well. Silly, genuine, and a good person.

    so i was , for a moment , in love with you .

          for my beloved @kathexismania .

@kathexismania

"Come on, why don’t we talk about this guys? You could just leave, that would be a great option.” Ryu stood at one end of a stone coffin, as two others stood at the other end, slowly advancing on him. “I’m just a tourist, obviously, look, I’m wearing a beanie! No? Not feeling it? Well, it was worth a shot.” One of the men lunged at Ryu with a knife, only to slip and fall on a sudden patch of ice Ryu threw down.

Ryu dipped to the side, ducking behind a column as he threw ice shards at his opponents, catching one in the shoulder. He was fairly sure they were cursing at him, but Ryu was distracted by the hum of magic from deeper in the catacombs. “You shits, you really woke people up? Did you even ask if they wanted to be woken up?” He ducked out of the way of the first man’s knife, putting ice in between them to give himself a better chance at getting some distance...but not from them. No, Ryu wanted distance between himself and the angry ghost that slashed at the man he’d managed to hit earlier.

“Oh, absolutely no safe guards, fucking brilliant of y’all.” A flick of a wrist, and a staff of ice was forming in his hands, a swift THWACK on the second man’s noggin, and a pale green mist gathered around Ryu’s hands. “Hey, focus on me, I’m going to put you back to rest in a bit, just as soon as these fucks stop trying to kill me, so please don’t kill me in the meantime.”

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Under Jack’s guidance training was a different routine. Meditation and a healthy diet of spiritism on a daily basis. It was nothing like her mother’s training and a part of Ashi was relieved without saying it in words. Mother’s training was not always the greatest of experiences and she embraced the ways of the samurai under Jack. Meditation however did not come easy to the young warrior and as Jack had left her alone to leave his student be, someone else had decided to step in and put a cloud of supervision over her instead.

Her lip twitches and then her eyebrow followed with the twitching. Ashi’s face askew and concentration ruined by the shadow of her adopted father’s partner, she doesn’t turn to look at him but instead speaks out in a harsh tone.

“What do you want NOW?”

@kathexismania​ & @frozenbreath​​ fucked up and pissed off their tired bf 

‘Anger is nothing more but a product of a hurt’ is what his mind keeps playing on repeat, lulled down enough to allow the skilled digits to pull out, tend and apply without abrupt motion looming to disrupt the treated wound. Composed visage and the reign of viscous silence... The illusion of tranquility... Detachment of a healer is never fully grasped, the effort is tenfold when it comes to the recovery of ones who own his heart... Temporary distraction found in the urge to preserve, this is no wonder such restraint might be able to backfire akin the aches that arrive the soon anesthesia loosens its effect upon the numbed limb, leaving one with the dullness of pain they have no choice but handle.

And yet, Ryou understands. Hates the very fact he understands them both at this accursed night, torn in-between two broken spirits while ensanguined hands are ever-cautious to mend the damaged back together. Childless father and now utterly orphaned man, the recollections of his own loss are bound to resurface, but his benumbing concentration drowns these intrusive thoughts as quickly as the sedation of morphine. To heal the gunshot is demanding but relatively easy... Much easier than rearrange the shards of fractured souls... Much harder than appeal to old connections in order to clean the catastrophic mess... Jaw tightens, yet the leaden exhalation is the only sound that breaks his taciturnity, he doesn’t need nor wants to talk with either while darkened sullen eyes are focused upon Hanzo’s injured leg.

Stupid... Stupid... Both of you are fucking fools... And I am the biggest one since I failed to discover and prevent...

“...”