I have absolutely no idea. The file was created in 2021 and is literally just a bulletpointed list.
*I* Don't even remember Orc Legolas. It appears to be "Thranduil steals and/or finds an orc child and takes the baby home to his wife. They then proceed to glamour the child and raise him as an elf. Hijinks Ensue."
Notable bits include:
His glamour starts failing during strong emotions (Gandalf’s fall, argument with Aragorn at Helm’s Deep, any prolonged eye contact with Gimli)
Bleeding his own blood becomes dangerous to his secret because he can’t glamour his blood once it’s out there in the wild.
Chase staggered. At first, he thought he imagined it. Chase was far to proud to let someone see him hurt. How many hours had he spent worrying because he could not trust Chase when he said he was alright?
He drew back, preparing to strike again, but before he could ready his spear, Chase spun and tried to leap towards him. He stumbled to his knees, then regained his footing, his movements slow and ungainly. His lips drew in a thin line and his hair hung in a limp tangle over his face.
Chase doubled over, clutching his forearm. Spines erupted between his fingers. Guan backed away, a chill spreading through his heart and old instincts telling him to protect his friend.
He curled in on himself, the spines and scales slowly retreating, leaving smooth skin and shattered armor in their place.
He remained hunched over, his back spasming with every erratic breath. Then his hand fell away and by fractions of degrees uncoiled, swaying on his feet.
His head tilted to the side, his mouth hanging slack, unable to drink in enough air. His eyes were wide and glassy, staring at a point far beyond Guan.
His back arched and scaled flared up his exposed arm, then vanished as quickly. His hands remained curled into claws.
Clenching his teeth, Chase lurched through a few steps more, the sheer strain of being written over his old friend’s features.
Then he fell forwards.
Guan’s spear clattered to the ground as he rushed to catch him. He half expected Chase to shove him away. Instead, Chase’s claws scrambled and dug into his back. He leaned his forehead against his shoulder, his breathing shallow and rapid as Guan held him upright. That he didn't fight made him hold on all the tighter.
His back rippled under Guan's hands. Spines sliced his skin one moment, then vanished the next. Blood dripped down his back as Chase writhed and shifted, his legs buckling and snapping.
He should let go. It would be safer. It would be more sensible. When he regained control of himself, Chase would never forgive him for this. They would resume their eternal battle, only he was unarmed and unable to get to a safe distance.
But if he didn't...That Chase let him see him losing his hard won control...That he clung to Guan like centuries of bitterness and enmity meant nothing in the face of what was coming, made him wrap his arms all the tighter, like he could hold onto whatever humanity Chase had left.
When Chase finally stilled, his pupils were blown so wide his eyes looked black in the fading sun. There was some relief in the familiar bitter anger they still held, but not much. Blood flecked his lips and spattered against Guan's chest with every ragged, gurgling breath. He trembled with the effort it took to hold this form.
And as much as he wanted to hope otherwise, he knew that whatever happened next, Chase wasn't coming back from this.
Chase's claws crept up his back, rested, shaking and clammy, on his shoulders and neck. His gaze was steady and unbreaking as it could be. His jaw set in determination, then too quick to brace against rending claws, Chase pulled him down.
Chase's lips met his, hungry and desperate.
Every time he imagined this, Chase never tasted like blood.
Chase nipped at his lower lip. One of his hands tangled in Chase's soft, dark hair. Their bodies molded to each other, and he wanted enough time to appreciate everything familiar and discover everything new.
This is everything he ever wanted. And at the same time, he wants none of it. There's a part of him that wanted to be angry that Chase would do something this selfish and impulsive, when he knew he wouldn't be left to pick up the pieces. But Chase won't be here to pick up the pieces. This is all they'll ever have.
And all too soon, Chase shoved him away and staggered back. For a few moments, his expression was of heartachingly familiar cocky, shameless satisfaction.
Then the man fell away and only the beast remained.
Random but your last post reminded me that I still love the hc that the revenants retain more evidence of how they specifically died than we see in the game- Liu Kang, for example, has lichtenberg figure scars all over his body. Kung Lao's is that he can turn his head almost 180 degrees, like an owl. It is EXTREMELY unsettling for anyone watching.
i actually toyed around with this idea at some point but ultimately scrapped it when i remembered quan chi makes new bodies for the revenants instead of reanimating their corpses......... though given how the veins / cracks in Liu Kang's body still somewhat resemble lichtenberg figure scars and the way "tattoos" are handled in his revenant skins for mk11 I'm tempted to hc that revenant Liu's tats are self-inflicted scars made in an effort to stop himself from remembering his death whenever he looks at his own body idek
okay but i LOVE this concept. It most definitely makes revenants a lot creepier and adds so much more impact to their existence - imagine how Raiden would feel seeing Liu Kang covered in the scars HE caused him and then turn around and see Kung Lao's crooked neck, how Sonya would feel looking at Jax's mangled throat... pretty heavy stuff.
And don't even get me started on past Kombatants seeing their revenants. We know Liu doesn't believe Raiden killed him... But what would he think when he notices the lightning scars all over his undead counterpart's body? How would that affect his conviction?
It's such a cool, simple concept that could've been easily implemented but as always nrs decided to put 0 thought into it and left us crying over revenants' insane wasted potential
For the morning after prompts- LiuLao, "My clothes look better on you than they do on me."
“My clothes look better on you than they do on me.”
Kung Lao propped his elbow up on his pillow, cheek in hand as he watched Liu Kang pull the loose fabric of borrowed pants over his hips. Being tailored to another, they didn't fit as intended, but they did hang just low enough to show those beautiful curves and defined muscles, a teasing preview of what was now hidden.
Focused on pulling the ties tight, Liu Kang merely scoffed in response. Deft fingers quickly wove the two strands into a bow and over each other again in seconds. For a warrior whose signature attacks were based around kicks, he was plenty talented with his hands, something Kung Lao knew very well. Those hands worked wonders the night before.
“Such a pretty sight...Why haven't you blessed me with this before?”
“Because you haven't left my clothes strewn through the halls before!”
So. This is honestly a ship I've never really thought about much? I can see it, and have nothing against it, and might be up for reading a well written fic if somebody recced it to me. But overall, I'm not super into Túrin as a character and tend to kind of just... forget he exists in my elf-centric worldview.
@avi17 said: I don't ship them romantically at all but I'm SUPER here for them becoming each other's family, especially after what happens in the movie, and what Ludi said about how that's basically what Liu has wanted his entire life. My thing I'm trying to finish this week is just some liucole friendship and I'm very soft for that <3
A FIC. do you know how much life you’ve given me ever since i stumbled into this fandom 😭 i love love love the extended family concept !!! when the film was like “here’s liu kang using his powers to give allison and emily some warmth” and then Nothing Else. that was despicable of them. thank you for helping fill that void omg i’m so excited to read it
