"Technology"
Another one.
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Game of Thrones Daily
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One Nice Bug Per Day
$LAYYYTER

@theartofmadeline
Stranger Things
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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Origami Around
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
occasionally subtle

Kaledo Art

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art blog(derogatory)
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@rivercat4u
"Technology"
Another one.
"Among Us"
Subjective. Need this in canon.
Here's an idea of how I think the chat/voice chat would go:
Bo' Rai Cho: not me lol
Kano: :wink:
Kung Jin: what would I gain from lying?
Reptile: iT wAS RRRRRReeEdD
Cassie Cage: Nuh uh, I have alibis
Ermac (playing dumb): Where?
Scorpion: I was doing my tasks, like all of you should have been…
Quan Chi: I believe it was White. I saw White exit the room where the body laid, where I discovered it.
Goro (fingers too big for screen): ithjuhwa snfnagwijhgi sij
Kung Lao: Someone was shapeshifted as me!!! I promise!! On the great Lao, I promise!!
Mileena: and i will kill you next!
Tanya: okay, but there's two imposters, and i can tell you who the other one is if I receive an advantage
Ferra & Torr (and everyone believes them): WE SEE RED KILL! IT KILL!
Kenshi (over the mic): Sento is my witness. Sento doesn't lie to me.
Sonya: This game is stupid and rigged because none of you are listening to me- I saw the imposter!
Jacqui: Well, what task were each of you doing?
Kitana: this is fun :)
Liu Kang: if nobody kills, then we can win peacefully by completing our tasks :-)
Tremor (completely out of the blue and shocks everyone): scan me in med bay
D'Vorah: THIS ONE SAW YELLOW KILL RED. MY HIVE WITNESSED THE MURDER ALSO
Johnny: I called the meeting because I know who it is! I heard Cass laugh from across the hallway. Please don't vote me :((
Raiden: then you all reap what you sow… you are casting out an innocent man
Jax: I saw y'all kill on cams and then vent away, dumbasses
Sub Zero: I was with Jax Briggs, Takeda Takahashi, and Cyborg
Takeda: where better to be than on cams, right? also, I have alibis. also, I'm too dumb to be an imposter
Cyborg: I am one with the cameras
Erron: GODDAMNIT IT WAS GREEN!! BROWN!?!? THEN IT WAS A DOUBLE MURDER, U STUPID SONUVABITCHES I SWEAR I'M GONNA KILL ALL Y'ALL IN THE NEXT GAME
Kotal: it was pink… It was pink. It was PINK, PRAISE BE BY THE SUN. I AM THE EMPEROR HEED MY WORDS
Shinnok (glitchy mic from the Netherrealm): NO--T NOT ME--E--E
"Sleep Schedules"
That's right, I'm posting two fanon tier lists today (I try to be canon with these, pls).
Yes, I was a little more specific with the fourth tier. The third tier really is self-explanatory, just look at them. Will probably make a follow-up post about their sleep schedules further down the line, detailing why I believe Mileena's snoring was 90% her empire downfall, why Ermac is the reason people feel watched at night, and how painful the morning bird tier characters are.
"Who Would Survive Squid Games?"
I made this awhile back when season three came out (wow, interesting season).
[ Fem Erron | Erin ]
I had many ideas for her!!! But this is the one I liked most.
That collage/board ate
Erin Black also looks suspiciously not deviant haha. What are you up to!?
[ Fem Ermac | Erma ]
@rivercat4u helped me design Erma~
Gorgeous!! Ed Boon could never.
Operation Lovebite
(a.k.a. How to accidentally get engaged while trying to play cupid.)
The comedy relief we all needed, even if we didn't know that this was what's missing in the fandom.
"The MKX Cast As Drunk"
It's summer time, the cocktails are out, in-laws' BBQ has commenced (in this case, the whole cast is invited to a BBQ). There were some characters that I wanted to put into more than one category.
You said let's not, my brain said yes let's...
I know I'm like *pretty* late but here it is at last! Even though I hc that Ermac doesn’t get drunk, playing around with the idea was very fun!!!
(Ofc i had to do something with my otp—)
This is AMAZING T^T
(the next morning, Ermac doesn't express any emotion except complete resentment for his actions. A truly hungover, grumpy clump of souls).
Thank you for this masterpiece!!!! You captured it so perfectly. He really is a "Looks like they could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll", depending on the day lol.
"Who Would Win At Playing Tag" MKX Cast
A subjective tier list.
Rules? NO magic (unless there's plot armour) which means NO teleportation, NO asking the elder gods for help, NO tag backs (looking at you 4th tier), and NO realm wars caused by the sore losers.
These tier lists are the only times where all the realms come together amicably, until they're not lol.
"You're Drunk, Go Home"
The krew head for the tavern after a long, exhausting day, as even their emperor tags along from how tough their missions had been. However, after what they all thought to be harmless persuasion in getting Ermac to drink at least one glass, the construct ended up drunk. Sleepy drunk? Laughing drunk? No, a chaotic drunk.
They survived the night, but at what cost? And will Ermac learn of what he said and did that night?
(I posted this onto my AO3 account, which you are free to check out! User: RiverCat4u).
Thousands of undead souls trapped into a single, powerful vessel, intoxicated by one of the most pungent liquors in all of Outworld. Why? Ermac couldn't remember the next day to tell you. But Erron could, just about.
In fact, the mercenary in question was surprised that it took five rounds of mystery shots, a small snack break, then pints of the good stuff, until the master of souls derailed from his eerily, stoic, composed self. The first symptom? Ermac would *not* let go off of Erron's arm.
The krew, all except Ferra and Torr who were sent to bed early, were playing Outworld's version of Uno. For Erron's safety and sanity, they removed the lethal punishments of having the 4+ card drawn onto one poor soul- which, in Earthrealm, would be a string of curses, but in Outworld, it apparently meant losing a finger and watching the opponent eat it. Erron knew they were just teasing with him, they must have been...
Regardless, Erron struggled to place down a colourful card because Ermac clung onto his arm, with a steel grip around Erron's bicep as if the world was going to end. When Erron looked at him, Ermac didn't realise how clingy he was to Erron's side. But the symptom evolved into Ermac swinging a leg over Erron's lap, then buried his face into the crook of Erron's neck, while claiming in a slurred manner that he wasn't doing anything.
The next symptom? Immediate chaos. The construct laughed heartily at Reptile's losses in the game, which etched an awestruck, lovey dovey smile from Erron and his puppy eyes. Then, the happiness derailed into anger, when Reptile avenged himself by ordering Ermac to pick up two cards, to which the construct threatened to dissect Reptile like a toad. Somehow, the anger turned into sadness, and Ermac slumped against Erron's side with a tired, depressed, long-yard stare. It was a vicious cycle. When Ermac laughed, they all did. When Ermac raised his fists to fight someone, whether that be with deadly magic or deceptively strong knuckles, Kotal and Erron sandwiched the construct's sights from the victim. When Ermac started to tear up, they ordered more snacks and showered him with reassurance. Did the emperor put an end to it? No, these were the most genuine reactions lured out of the construct since Ermac bowed down to him years ago. Was Erron tempted to end Ermac's suffering? Of course, only that every time he urged his partner to slow down and sober up, the construct persuaded the cowboy to relax.
Erron thought those were all the symptoms Ermac was capable of experiencing, but he was mistaken. Utter honesty was the next one. With every confession or honest answer, Erron sank more in his chair for varying reasons that didn't make him regret the experience one bit.
Kotal asked, with a teasing smirk and awareness over his authority amongst them all, 'What do you think of me, Ermac?'
'You are an emperor in the day, but a kitten in the night.'
Jaws dropped. Erron wheezed in panic and hid behind his hat, Reptile dramatically turned to Kotal whose gawking and reddening face confirmed Ermac's honest answer.
Reptile snickered as he asked, 'Did you respect D'Vorah?'
Edenian curses flew out of the construct's lips, smacking Reptile silly for such a foul-mouthed question. Erron snorted, Kotal awkwardly chuckled as he realised how much his council hated D'Vorah since day one; reflecting his poor decisions in choosing her as First Minister.
Erron smugly asked, 'D'ya have eyes for anyone else?'
To which, with a gloved hand yanking down the mercenary by the shirt, the construct's eyes beamed with lust and romance. 'Only you. Shall we prove ourselves to you?'
Snacks. It was time for snacks, and time for Reptile to sit in between the hot and bothered construct and Erron's conflicted nature. How much should Erron feed into Ermac's requests and offers? He crossed over his legs and moved on, albeit with the construct's dazed eyes only looking at him.
The food barely sobered him. All the pent up frustration over decades of chaotic events, ranging from the constant shift in Outworld's empire to Shinnok's shenanigans and then Earthrealm's intimidation via Raiden's new red eyes-- which the whole krew mocked far away from Raiden's ears--, were all spewed out of the construct's lips.
'Outworld is going to perish.'
'The [Edenian curse] D'Vorah!'
'We should have killed Shinnok ourselves.'
'Kill all of the Earthrealmers.'
'But what about their families?'
'Kill all of their families!'
'No!'
'Restore Edenia.'
'No, Outworld.'
'Edenia.'
'Outworld.'
'Kill all.'
Wide eyes stared back at him. Not just from the krew, but all of the tavern-goers gawked at the master of souls because of the repeated word 'Kill', and believing that they may be next on the list, many vacated the premises. None of the enforcers tried to excuse the behaviour of their insane friend, they only slid away Ermac's drink and called it a night. Erron wasted no time in holding together the construct's glowing hands, Reptile wondered if he ought to blindfold the construct in case D'Vorah appeared in the street and carnage ensued. But Kotal raised a hand and expressed a relaxed smile.
'Ermac. As your emperor, I order you to not kill until dawn.'
To which, and thankfully the tavern was empty, the construct glared up at him with fire in his eyes. Only, it was anger mixed with arousal, confusion, sadness, and all the wild emotions put on display that night.
'Force us on our knees, emperor.'
'No, by our head.'
'[Edenian curse] your orders!'
'Holy shit,' Erron gasped as he slapped a hand over Ermac's mouth, then stared up with a sincerely apologetic, yet awkward chuckle. The emperor was speechless, he wasn't sure how to feel or what to feel and wondered if he should stay behind to black out. 'Y'know he's drunk outta his mind, he didn't mean any of that.'
'But he did,' Reptile slyly snickered from beside him. 'Outworld's liquor brings the truth out of--'
The outspoken Reptile was tackled to the floor by, none other than, the drunk construct with newfound godly strength; it required both Kotal and Erron to pluck Ermac off of the Zaterran. The master of souls was too far gone to reason with, so Erron threw an empty potato sack over the construct's head and Kotal carried him over his shoulder with an unwavering grip. But, on the way back to the palace, the last symptom convinced all of them that the construct had lost his sanity.
'We crave bread.'
'We need bread.'
'Crave.'
'No, we crave Erron.'
'No, bread first.'
'After we kill.'
'Then bread.'
'No, then Erron.'
The rest became Edenian gibberish, which Kotal understood the most, Reptile partially, and Erron vaguely. There were parts of it that made Kotal sadly frown in understanding, but then most of the parts had the Osh-Tekk goggled-eyed and eager to put the construct to bed; by whatever means necessary.
All was quiet by morning. Erron would never confess how he managed to put Ermac to sleep, but because it worked, nobody asked questions. However, the mercenary woke up to the grumpiest Ermac he had ever seen. The master of souls was giving himself a look over in the mirror, ensuring he appeared professional and ready as the Kahn's Guard, yet it was all through a permanent scowl and a realm-shattering migraine.
'Well, don't ya look like sunshine and rainbows today.'
The thousands of souls, in all their suffering from their vessel's hungover state, shot a glare so fierce that Erron hugged his bedsheets.
'You should not have let us spiral out of control.'
Erron sputtered. 'Trust me, sugar. I tried my darn hardest.'
Ermac bit his tongue, a telling sign that the construct was most certainly not drunk anymore. Otherwise, Erron would be on the receiving end of Ermac's brutal honesty, as per what was exemplified last night.
'At the very least, you owe us the truth of what transpired.'
Erron cleared his throat. 'You didn't do anythin' but snoozed on the table, doll.'
Ermac scoffed and slipped out the Edenian swear for 'Bullshit'. 'Then we will ask Syzoth and the emperor.'
And he did, but in the throne room; if a tavern witnessed his horrors, then the guards would inevitably hear about it either way. Though, Erron stood behind the pissed off construct and pleaded with cautious eyes to both Kotal and Reptile, who, for Ermac's sober sanity, lied also.
Kotal, with a small smirk, claimed: 'You ate plenty of the tavern's food.'
Reptile, with a flushed face, claimed: 'You... You... You went swimming?'
Erron squinted at him. Ermac didn't believe any of them. He'll learn the truth from the gossiping guards eventually, or the wary citizens near the tavern. For now, he needed to cure his migraine and resume his duties as his stoic, haunting self, while the rest of the krew remembered the chaotic night all throughout the day.
"The MKX Cast As Drunk"
It's summer time, the cocktails are out, in-laws' BBQ has commenced (in this case, the whole cast is invited to a BBQ). There were some characters that I wanted to put into more than one category.
"I can beat Shinnok"
I love making these so much.
The Kotal Krew & Their Mental Health Struggles
On the surface, they are Outworld's greatest defenders. They tried to show as much towards the Earthrealmers, but beyond the stoic faces and rare graces, the Kotal Krew consisted of stumbling, mentally stressed out warriors.
Kotal Kahn, the emperor, refuses to show weakness. But beyond his denial, the Osh-Tekk is exhausted most of the time. This is because he constantly pushes himself, ensuring to keep up physically or even surpass personal bests when it comes to his strength or capabilities. He is paranoid in many ways; in knowing he could be assassinated at any time, in how the paranoia worsened after D'Vorah's betrayal, and most significantly, if he acts like Shao Kahn occasionally which prompts an immediate silent meltdown behind closed doors. More so with the knowledge that not all of Outworld approved him as emperor and still refuse to. At the end of the day, he must balance his choices: to honour his own wishes first, or his people's wishes first? Ultimately, the tiredness would be helped a little bit if he managed to sleep, but instead resorts to keeping one eye open with a dagger held onto for dear life.
Reptile/Syzoth, Kotal's closest friend, lives no better. Of course he has Kotal and sometimes embraces the chaos that is the rest of the enforcers, but his own people and land? The survivor's guilt stirs him awake, the resentment towards the rest of Outworld for not saving Zaterra, as he misses his own kind every single day and night. It worsens his depression, which in turn worsens his performance due to his sluggish demeanour, leaving him in a cycle of self-hate; his reptilian form, unlike most of Outworld, worsens his dysmorphia even more. So long as he doesn't have to look in a mirror or perceive other people's staring, he could only hope that one day, he would feel worthy on the council.
Ermac, the master of souls, the fine construct that intimidated the masses upon creation, but learned that he was created rather imperfectly. Shang Tsung must've failed to consider how deeply Ermac's state of depersonalisation would get with all of those souls. One second, he's content, and the next, he's resentful, all because of his conflicting souls; on a good day, his moods and personalities were consistent and familiar, but on a bad day, the construct refused to outwardly express the chaos that was from within. With his dissociative state almost constant, he zones out a lot. One may assume it's his souls determining the next course of action, but Ermac would claim it's a moment of relief from posing as a calm, poised being. Never mind the confusing events -- ask him what happened during Shao's rein and he couldn't tell you due to memory loss. He assumes it's because of his freedom from Shao, but sometimes his body picks up on sensations and traumatic memories that he can't shake off; he knew something must've happened if he feels incredibly uncomfortable, and not just because he's often avert to physical touch by anyone.
Erron Black, the questionable mercenary on the team, often carried himself as a cold-hearted Earthrealm in a land of even colder hearts. He was just blending in, right? With the tension, the chaos, the bitterness, the adrenaline. However, if any genuine emotion ever crawled up to the surface, he would shove it down with humour; making the relevant or irrelevant joke, quipping at another enforcer, constant mockery put on display. If humour didn't drown it, then alcohol did, and he refuses to ever let Kotal in his room in fear of how dramatic his bottle stash is; mostly because dozens of them are empty and hidden under the bed. Shooting is a release, though on most nights, the shooting is the reason for his nightmares as he remembers all the worst moments in his mercenary career. He hadn't meant to kill so many innocent people, he knew it was all mostly his job, but that failed to lessen the guilt. However, the shooting is the reason he was hired, and without his guns, he would feel utterly worthless on the council.
The chaotic pair Ferra & Torr, often so loud and erratic that one wouldn't suspect any emotional turmoil with the duo. But that's only because 24/7, if they could control it, Ferra and Torr never left each other's sides. One time, Kotal insisted that Torr help with physical labour in the courtyard and that Ferra could stay back, but she screamed in protest and clung onto Torr with brandished claws. Even in the rare times where Ferra had fallen asleep, Torr failed to function and waited for his rider to wake up. The brutish pair were perceived as that: brutes that could physically wipe out many enemies. But their intelligence and emotional development? Completely stunted. Being raised in violence rippled into explosive personalities and aggression, something slowly helped by Ermac who insists that Ferra is educated using the palace's library and offered to help them. Eventually, Ferra will be highly intelligent and less aggressive, and would hopefully influence Torr in the same way. Hopefully… Eventually…
D'Vorah is a traitor to others and to herself, endlessly promising the betterment of her hive when she instead ends up in more danger, and this heightens her felt lack of control and paranoia. One may say she deserves how often she looks over her shoulder, how she fails to trust anyone, though she would admit that Kotal was almost a trustworthy companion for her. Until a better offer came around for her hive, then Kotal was as good as dirt. Her cold heart keeps her hive safe, that's what she claims anyway, and believes emotions are a weakness not necessary for her hive's survival. But sometimes, burrowed inside dark caves far from civilisation, she craves some sort of social interaction that isn't just with her bugs.
But the enemies will never learn of their struggles, they all strove individually to ensure that. From an outsider's eye, they are mighty warriors with unique traits that make up their powerful combat. Hardened up, stoic shells, only offering their warmth to Outworld's people. Though, it wouldn't take much to break apart and crumble their stubborn faces.
(Let me know what your headcanons are regarding this crazy bunch :) ).
"We're Lost"
Tell me if you'd change this tier list, I'm really curious to hear other takes on it.
Also, "That's okay, this is fun!" It was not fun, they were meant to lead an army through the woods to conquer the next battle, but mistook the mission halfway through as a wander in nature. Smh.
Why You Should Ship Ermance
(a.k.a My Cowboy-Konstruct Delusion Spiral: A Love Story)
A lovingly khaotic deep dive into the soul-melting ship of Ermac x Erron Black, complete with impassioned essays, unsolicited analysis, and an irresponsible amount of feelings. This is propaganda. This is delusion. This is love.
To myself, the other two or three Ermance shippers out there, and whoever has the time to spare.
Written by me, Khaotic, and a friend… (sadly they don't use Tumblr.)
✧・゚: ✧・゚:𓂃𓆩☽☾𓆪𓂃:・゚✧:・゚✧
Here's a summary of the whole thing for those who don't want to dive deep into the article, although I recommend giving it a chance (。•́︿•̀。)
✧・゚: ✧・゚:𓂃𓆩☽☾𓆪𓂃:・゚✧:・゚✧
TL;DR: Ermance is two broken, deadly men who have seen the worst of the world and choose each other anyway, quietly, stubbornly, without ever pretending they're anything other than wreckage.
Ermance is not a ship, it’s a spiritual experience. They didn’t ask to be hot and tragic, but here we are.
THEY ARE:
A haunted soul pile (Ermac) and an emotionally constipated cowboy (Erron Black).
Two ancient, bloodstained, exhausted men who understand each other without needing to explain shit.
Brutally loyal. No fake smiles, no bullshit, just raw, earned connection.
DYNAMIC IN A NUTSHELL:
Lonely monsters recognizing each other.
Awkward tenderness buried under sarcasm and stoicism. Mutual respect between two weapons turned men.
Slow-burn trust with savage loyalty at the end of it. The "I will kill for you without question" energy.
HOW THEY ACT AROUND EACH OTHER:
Erron: talks shit, flirts terribly, patches up wounds while calling Ermac names.
Ermac: saves Erron’s life like it’s a casual Tuesday, says weirdly formal compliments that sound like marriage proposals.
Physical touch = rare, intense, and fucking meaningful when it happens.
Humor = dark, bone-dry, sometimes so bleak it's funny again.
WHAT MAKES THEM WORK:
No fake morality. They’re survivors, not heroes.
Respect for strength and vulnerability.
They let each other be exactly who they are, ugly parts included.
"I know you’re a monster. I love you anyway."
FINAL VIBE:
Love found them when they were too tired to run. And maybe that’s the only reason it stuck.
✧・゚: ✧・゚:𓂃𓆩☽☾𓆪𓂃:・゚✧:・゚✧
The Full “Analysis” And Rant Down This Cut
Tysm Khaotic ^^
100000000xp ship
cannot beat this ship
get outta here you shippers who pair erron with anyone
(jk you're welcome -- but you'll change your mind and fall for ermance also c;)