"It's so fucking ugly." "He has my hair! And your eyes."
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"It's so fucking ugly." "He has my hair! And your eyes."
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@cagedraged // cont.
Death actually lets out a laugh. "No, Johnny. I'm not going to snap your neck." Her brow raises at the nickname. "You did not just.." A sigh escapes her. "You know what. Even if I asked you not to call me that it would just make it worse. I don't kill people. I don't know why people.. Actually I know why people can think so. I do like how Hollywood portrays me in those Final Destination movies. Those are fun to watch."
@cagedraged // x
HE MIGHT ALREADY BE PAVLOV'D INTO EXPECTING A HIGH ANY TIME HE SEES HER. He wouldn't be irrational for developing the association.
"My shit's not laced, baby." In today's day and age? That's patently, flagrantly untrue. But it's all irrelevant—she had been trying to give him a sample of something besides blow, for once.
"I didn't freak you out?" Just then. With the kissing.
@cagedraged stabbed the heart for Scorpion. Scorpion -> Johnny Cage
▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Scorpion’s grip is iron, forged of wrath and fire, his hand a vice clamped around the mercenary’s throat. The struggling body thrashes like a fish snared in a net, but the specter does not waver; his stance is an executioner’s altar, unyielding, merciless. His shoulders burn with the weight of fury not yet spent, hellfire whispering behind the teeth of his mask, urging him to consume, to annihilate, to finish the slaughter he began.
And yet - his gaze cuts to Johnny Cage. A storm of aureate fury, blazing through the shadows. His voice, when it unfurls, is not merely sound but the growl of the Netherrealm itself, a decree torn from the pit. He does not plead. He does not suggest. He commands.
“Take him,” his tone rumbles, smoke and embers weaving through each syllable, “This one is yours. Prove your spirit is not built only for jest, Cage. Blood is the coin of survival. Pay it.”
The mercenary gags in his hold, kicking, writhing, but Scorpion tightens his grip, presenting the quarry like a blade unsheathed, daring Johnny to seize it. His presence is the furnace of judgment - unyielding, terrible, inexorable. In his silence between words, there is a dare - be warrior, or forever cower behind his fire. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||
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"I'm sorry," hold up.
"Are you saying YOU are an alien? Because even by alien standards you're still so fucking extra and I've met LOKI, bro." She's tempted to test his reflexes. Kick him in the shin or something. For Science.
(Darcy, unfortunately, resists.)
the family that slays together...
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and then he peed himself laughing
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