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@soulforfeit
SOULFORFEIT — a mortal kombat multimuse blog WRITTEN BY VETLAN — they/them | portugal | 07/98
independent and private. canon divergent and belligerent. low and sporadic activity. intended for a mature audience. crossover friendly. asks always welcome. preference towards plotted, para/novella length threads. multiple verses available: mortal kombat, mundane, fantasy extremely easy to crossover with muse list under cut. blogroll and guidelines on carrd.
in case anyone is wondering where i disappeared to, my current fixation is gamedev and i'm working on a yume nikki / off inspired game. very sorry for anyone i left hanging without warning. 🙏😔
EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE (2022) PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary
in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.
the universe is so much bigger than you realize.
maybe we would have been better off if we had never gotten married.
why are you dressed all stupid?
you're just very bad at explaining.
how did i die?
he who loves the most regrets the most.
why would anybody want to kill me?
it's the way you look at me.
how do you think i feel?
you can either come with me and live up to your ultimate potential, or lie here and live with the consequences.
do you still want to do your party?
you are not unlovable. there is always something to love.
you think i'm weak, don't you?
can we just stop fighting?
you're capable of anything because you're so bad at everything.
i'm tired. i don't want to hurt anymore.
i still want to be here with you. i will always, always want to be here with you.
if nothing matters, then all the pain and guilt you feel for making nothing of your life goes away.
we're all small and stupid.
i wasn't looking for you so i could kill you.
so what? you're just gonna ignore everything else?
i will cherish these few specks of time.
i've been on this earth just as many days as you.
i know better than to ask to help you.
so we'll talk later... like this afternoon?
you look really pretty right now.
you took everything away from me.
we're all useless alone.
i don't know what i'd do without you.
i only made enough food for three people. i'll have to cook more.
i always learn something when i hang out with the elderly. old people are very wise.
everything i do, i try to make things simpler, easier.
maybe you can audition, too.
i don't know how to be any fucking clearer.
i didn't mean that. it was a joke.
the only thing i do know... is that we have to be kind.
i know you see yourself as a fighter.
that's not a very funny joke.
actors are very poor.
it's nice to feel needed.
i was thinking, maybe after this is all done, we can go on a trip.
if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode.
you may be in grave danger. there is no time to explain. hold this.
can't you see how wonderful it'll be? we can make our own way.
i'm here because we need your help.
sorry, very busy today. no time to help you.
i have spent years searching for the one who might be able to match this great evil with an even greater good and bring back balance.
i know it's a lot to take in right now.
i can see where this story's going, and it doesn't look good.
you're always trying to confuse us with these words.
i know you. with every passing moment, you fear that you might have missed your chance to make something of your life.
don't let anything distract you from it.
our time here is up. they are going to kill us.
i may be old, but i still know how to negotiate.
@soulforfeit continued from here (x)
❄️ || The first thing he registers is the sheer imbalance - the desk before him towers like an ancient fortress, its lacquered surface reflecting the lamplight in a way that makes him feel unbearably small, absurdly misplaced. The wood grain runs deeper than his arm is long, and each fiber looks like a ridge carved by some great tectonic force. He stands with his back straight regardless, feet braced against the grain of the floor, his chin held high, because if he abandons his composure now - if he lets slip the dignity he’s carried all his life then what is left of him?
And yet.. Kuai Liang cannot deny the heat stirring beneath his ribs, an emotion so alien it makes him clench his hands into tiny fists just to resist showing it. He has fought gods, stared down horrors birthed of Netherrealm, and he has never felt so… diminished. Diminished, but not defeated. His mind sharpens to a point; size does not strip him of self. He repeats this silently, a mantra that buoys him as Hanzo’s shadow looms.
Hanzo kneels, and the ground shifts with the subtle weight of it, the air displaced by the breadth of him like a rolling tide. Kuai’s lips press together in a line as he tilts his head up, gazing at Hanzo’s face from this ludicrous vantage point. His pride bristles -cute, he can all but feel the thought radiating from Hanzo, and though the fire-wielder hasn’t said it aloud, Kuai knows. And knowing it unsettles him far more than the strange enchantment that has reduced him to this state.
Inside, his thoughts knot against themselves. Do not falter. Do not let him see you undone. You are Lin Kuei. You are still master of yourself, if not your form. The absurdity gnaws at him, but his discipline demands silence, clarity, the stoic mask that has always been his shield. And yet, there is betrayal in his body - a faint tremor in his breath, a heat rising to his face that he curses as weakness. He loathes how small his voice must sound in comparison when he finally prepares to answer. His pride hisses that this is humiliation, but another quieter truth murmurs that Hanzo’s gaze is not cruel. No mockery, no dismissal. Only that unbearable mixture of concern and… fondness.
Kuai draws a slow breath, the air cooler around him than it has any right to be. His eyes narrow just slightly, steadying themselves on Hanzo’s as though he could will his stature back through sheer discipline.
"I am… well enough.” His voice, though softer than usual, carries the same tempered weight - measured syllables that reveal nothing of the unease rippling beneath. He folds his hands neatly behind his back, every inch the master he insists himself to be, even if those inches are now few. “This… is an inconvenience. Nothing more.” A pause, faint, but telling - his pride balks at the word. “I will uncover the source of it soon enough.”
Inside, however, there is a cold ripple of doubt. He feels the absurdity coil tighter, the helplessness gnawing like intensifying frostbite at his composure. Standing no higher than Hanzo’s forearm, he has never been more aware of how easily he could be swept up, overlooked, dismissed. He hates it - hates that it unsettles him so. ❄️ ||
Hanzo nods, taking in the words spoken and sits quietly for a few moments more, doing his best to reign in his thoughts and expression as he processes the sight in front of him. This was certainly… an occurrence.
"I am glad you are unharmed." He finally speaks, letting some of his amusement win out just enough to linger in his tone, but he is quick to become serious once more, now a slight frown to his expression. "But this is highly unusual… when did this happen?"
His hands are rested neatly on top of his thighs, still even as a finger twitches with the desire to touch the other and to make sure this wasn't some sort of illusion or dream he was having. He could tell that Kuai was struggling with his sudden diminutive stature, and so he refrained for as hard as it was...
And still, he couldn't not offer some sort of comfort or acknowledgement of what a blow this would be to any man's pride, let alone Kuai's. So slowly, he lifts one hand off his lap and extends it towards Kuai, palm facing up - not yet touching him, but an offer to pick him up.
"May I lift you off the floor and place you on the desk?"
That would be a little more dignified, he thinks.
He is massive. A half-giant, she thinks, so in awe she doesn't even stop to think about relative proportions that come with being so small. Even so — he's larger than most humans she's come across. That makes her curious. Too curious.
Like a winged pest, she flits around him, a speck of light and burst of cold air with each movement before. Occasionally, she settles upon a part of him for a moment. Shoulder, head. Little moments of contact before she continues dancing around to be annoying satiate curiosity. - Shao K-
The annoying little pest flying around him is regarded as little more than just another insect, and there is no curiosity in his gaze as flies in front of his face or settles down on his armor - he could kill her with a single clap if he so desired, but Shao didn't feel like tainting his hands with her entrails. She was not worth that much effort.
A warrior, a true barbarian, he sought to prove himself with every victory and to grow his steadily increasing following, who saw him as their rightful ruler for might makes right.
He walked through this territory only to get to the other side, and most critters and creatures hid from him the moment his foot shook the ground with every step. Not this little annoying thing.
The next time she dares flutter in front of his face, a hand moving with a quickness unexpected of someone his size comes to grasp her firmly, and finally do his eyes focus on this one's face.
"Do you want to die, gnat?" Rumbling, his voice is deep and reverberating, and there is no threat or joke in his tone: just a genuine question. "Or are you just stupid?"
The soft tap-tap of Kuai’s tiny knuckles against the shoji is almost swallowed by the stillness of the night, yet there’s a precision to it, measured and deliberate. Through the faint paper screen, a muted shadow forms - Kuai’s posture remains straight, shoulders squared despite being no larger than Hanzo’s forearm. His usual serene expression remains intact, eyes glinting with the quiet confidence that belies his diminutive form.
“Hanzo,” he murmurs, voice soft but steady, the syllable carrying across the threshold. Though small, there’s an unmistakable authority in the way he stands, as if size cannot diminish the weight of his presence. The warm glow of the chamber beyond the door spills faintly onto the tatami, highlighting the contrast between the calm interior and the impossible reality before him.
Kuai waits patiently, still and composed, the faintest puff of breath fogging the air, betraying neither hesitation nor doubt, only purpose even in the dead of night, even with the changed perspective.
He was writing letters, staying up later than usual so that he could rest easy knowing he had settled all of his affairs for the week ahead, when a soft tapping is heard. Yet, it is not enough to distract him, merely an acknowledgement of something he heard, mind assuming it wasn't for him due to the quietness of it.
Then, however, comes the voice calling for him.
Hanzo blinks to himself, wondering how he could have been so lost in thought that he didn't notice Kuai of all people make an entrance, and he quickly shifts his gaze from the paper in front of him to the doorway.
Only… There is no one there. At least, not at eye level as he'd expected. His gaze falls in confusion and slight disappointment, perhaps wondering if he hadn't stayed up too late to be hearing things… But the frown that was settling into his expression is quickly replaced by a widening of eyes and a raising of his brow - Hanzo thought himself a man hard to surprise, but this… this he never could have conjured even in his wildest dreams.
"Kuai Liang." He says his name less of an acknowledgement and more as a blank statement, his mind coming to terms with what he's seeing even if not able to make sense of it just yet. The respected ice cold leader of the Lin Kuei… no bigger than a doll.
Hanzo sets his pen down, and for a moment he just sits there, staring, as if waiting for some sort of trick… but nothing happens, Kuai remains standing firm ( if not tall ) as always.
With careful, deliberate motion, Hanzo gets up from his desk and walks closer to Kuai and comes to sit on his knees, getting them as close to each other as possible even if Kuai still had to look up at him.
"What… has happened to you? Are you well?" He is worried, of course he is, but there's also a growing sense of amusement he can't quite beat down. Not exactly a word he'd ever use on Kuai, but he was… cute like this.
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002. — Stab my muse. (pretend im on songsofreason for whoever it would be The Most Dramatic/Life-Altering for)
prompt tag — @songsofreason
In part, Takeda knew that whoever this guy was, he meant business. The sheer pressure on his telepathic senses that the white haired stranger inflicted was but a glimpse of his power, and unfortunately that did make his conviction to stop and question him all the more pressing: he didn't want him causing trouble in Shirai Ryu territory.
Man wasn't up to having a friendly conversation, as it stood, even if Takeda gave him all the chances in the world to state his intentions or kindly go back the way he came from. For all he trouble he got to witness the other grab his katana, a clear threat, and then — honestly, Takeda can hardly process it, as from one moment to the next, from where he stood all the way back there, the stranger was up in his business, and he was most certainly stabbed.
Nothing immediately vital, he quickly figured that much, but it wasn't exactly winning the man any points. He got stabbed.
"You've made yourself an enemy." Takeda speaks, dropping the friendly façade he'd presented himself with, speaking now less for himself and for the entirety of the clan. His hand grabs at the wrist that still held the sword buried in his flesh, though he held no delusion that he'd be able to stop him from removing it - if that first attack was a glimpse, Takeda's about to get his ass kicked.
❝ We must remain here and guard this place…with our lives, if necessary. ❞ // for Hanzo
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A restlessness settles in his bones, a buzzing awareness of the stakes at hand at the forefront of his thoughts. He had once brought Earthrealm to the brink of damnation - this was his chance at redemption, to prove his worth and that he held himself to the duty of protecting Earthrealm.
Another threat, more conquerors seeking power, smarmy spellcasters seeking to control territories left vacant by the deaths of Quan Chi and Shang Tsung. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.
"They will not best us." A firm conviction, Hanzo equips himself and lets his gaze fall to the kunai in his hand before he gazes at Bi-Han. "To suffer defeat is to lose Earthrealm. That cannot come to stand."
“ others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation. ” (from Kuai Liang to Hanzo)
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One brow furrows, another lifts in slight confusion, as if Hanzo held no idea of what Kuai Liang could possibly mean. When he speaks, he speaks to be heard, and he extends the exact same courtesy to those he interacts with, giving them the entirety of his attention, maintaining eye contact throughout their conversation.
Normal people, however, tend to blink.
One of the myriad of small tells that betray his more than human nature, it is one thing that entirely escapes his awareness - he can blink and he does so absentmindedly, but when given something or someone to focus on then does he tend to stare and stare and stare, blinking only when the speaker switches or the conversation ends.
"You'll find most people intimidated by an earnest conversation and eye contact." Hanzo answers in turn, not quite getting it, but speaking as he saw things anyway.
❝ i hope you one day forgive me for the choice i made. ❞ (suchin to kenshi)
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He can't say he forgives her. Not now.
He'd told himself once that it had been an accident, something that came to fruition after he'd already left Suchin, then left then to realize she's pregnant on her own. To now know different, that she was aware and chose to hide it from him, that made it difficult to accept.
She could have chosen to not say anything, to close off her thoughts and never let him into the secrets she kept. And yet she was honest - and perhaps that was admirable, but all it did was layer another misfortune on top of the miserable tearing of their relationship.
"... Did you trust me so little?" He doesn't mean to ask it in such an accusatory way, it was genuine curiosity that spoke then, having enough self awareness to recognize he is unsure what he would have done had she told the truth in the first place.
Shoosh-paps her moirail ^_^
He was no stranger to losing his temper - in fact, it was something that came particularly easy to him, to the point where some questioned if he truly was of his caste, teals often seen as being more dignified than his temper portrays him as.
His saving grace was his moirail - coming from the lowest rung there is yet seemingly the only troll capable of seeing him for what he was, her presence alone could reign in his temper on a good day, but today was not one of those. Instead, she fusses over him and shushes, soft words spoken between pets to his face and head.
The motion is soothing, grounding, and her presence so close easily shifted his focus from what had angered him so - he melts underneath her affections, wilting into something docile enough to handle - although an indignant pout does settle on his expression as he calms down, brought on by his inability to control himself, not her efforts to calm and console him.
"You always know what I need." He eventually replies, petting her face in return, brushing hair out of her face.
i'll be focusing on asks this week me thinks... this is an invitation to send more asks if you don't mind waiting for them.
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sorry about the silence, this week hasn't been the kindest to me from one thing to another - once i face the literal demons hounding me i'll come back stronger. 🙏
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