based on an ask @hesperdern sent, whereas I mentioned Medusa!Reader coming across a shirtless Baraka. This here:
I wanted to mention a scenario in mind with the reverse. 😆😆😆 Imagine this:
It’s late in the evening and Baraka has just finished the last of his duties for the day. The Colony is at peace, for now. However, given how much physical labor he’s had to do today, including building new homes for newly banished Tarkatans, mixed with the Wastes’ scorching weather, he was in need of a bath.
So gathering a towel and what little soap he had, Baraka then heads to a spring that’s not too far from his own living quarters. Luckily, in the late evening, there’s a likely chance that no one would be at the spring. Which is fine by the former merchant, as he looks forward to the momentary peace and quiet after a long day. However, in his fatigued state, he didn’t think about the possibility of someone else having the same idea when in hindsight it should’ve been obvious.
Turns out, you also had the same idea but you just had finished bathing and were redressing yourself. Your heard a noise of surprise/mortification followed by a familiar gravely voice.
“Y/N?!?!?”
You snapped your head in Baraka direction, with your eyes wide and your face heating up. You let out a squeak as you wrap your arms around your chest, as Baraka quickly begins to apologize.
“Wait! I’m sorry-“
Baraka stops in mid-sentence when he makes the mistake of making eye contact with you. Unfortunately, you didn’t put your mask back on leaving your petrifying gaze exposed. Your hands reach to cover your mouth as you watch Baraka’s entire body change into stone in an instant. You run up to Baraka’s petrified form, as you sputter out your apology over and over again as you dragged the stone Baraka back to your workshop.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Sorry! I’ll get you fixed up, don’t worry!”
Sonya used to brag about every scar she had. She'd wear them proudly and would gladly tell the story that came with every single one if you asked. As she grew older however, she mellowed out a bit and the scars became less of a symbol of how tough she saw herself as, and more of a symbol of just how much of herself she was willing to sacrifice for the sake of the greater good. She's mostly forgotten about every individual story behind each scar as these days she's more about the bigger picture of why she does what she does. That, or maybe it's just her age getting to her since the last time someone asked about the huge scar across her belly Johnny had to remind her it was from her C-section.
been reading headcannon’s and something has got me all in a huff. respect to people putting their ideas out there-keep doing what you’re doing-BUT shit like this makes me feel bleh. someone that undermines a partner’s emotions or purposefuly pokes at their partner to see them upset/angry because it’s “entertaining” or “cute” to them is not a sweet or endearing trait, it’s gross and immature. end rant.
He offers little comments about how much he adores Kenshi 24-7
For example, "Kissing is a language of love, so how about a conversation?"
Kenshi is at a loss for how to properly reply so he simply turns to Hanzo and... converses
Kenshi has sort of picked up the skill of what different flowers feel and smell like so when he is outside, he'll find certain flowers leave them in Hanzo's sash.
Hanzo won't remove the flowers even when he is approached by his students.
They love the contrast of Hanzo's strict, unforgiving face being burried beneath flowers of sorts. (Few made the mistake of asking about the flowers)
Though it did become a major event amongst the students to find out just who was putting those flowers there
Because they know Hanzo, he's definitely not putting them there, so who indeed is such a big apart of his heart that he doesn't remove these flowers?
Hi, this is the same anon that sent you the Cardi B request a while ago. I saw what you posted yesterday and I absolutely love it and you even took it further by having them actually meet Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion on set when I originally meant that they had stumbled upon the music video on YouTube but this was so much better. Can you do another reaction from the Outworlders this time to "Anaconda" by Nicki Minaj because their reactions are just hilarious especially Medusa Reader and Syzoth because I just love those two and I keep imagining them both thinking "Why are these Earthrealmers so interested in women with enormous behinds and what kind of dancing are they doing with their behinds, is this a sort of mating ritual for them? Also why do they mentioning this anaconda when I don't see it anywhere?" and they're just constantly badgering Johnny with more questions about the song's lyrics and the rest of the Outworlders are just both astonished and disgusted by the dancing and outfit choices.
I love thinking about their reactions, too, with all those ridiculous and over-the-top songs😂😂😂 If y'all are wondering what they're talking about, click here and here in that order. All caught up? All caught up.
By now, you weren't too caught off guard by Earthrealm music. Of course, you and Syzoth are confused by it, but know what to expect by now.
Tanya and Li Mei barely pay those type of music or its "magic" videos anymore. They have no real interest in the strange women nor their mating rituals.
Mileena finds them amusing but it's more of a passing entertainment to her. Kitana, well she prefers not to watch the videos as she just keeps blushing whenever she watches them.
However, you and Syzoth have something of a strange fascination with them, as one would with seeing a new zoo animal or new culture. So when you and Syzoth are left waiting between filming scenes for one of Johnny Cage's projects, this one for something called "Reptiloid Ravagers," Cage leaves you and the Zateran an iPad to keep entertained.
At first, you were both content watching small fuzzy creatures getting up to mischief, until something called "Anaconda" came across your feed. You eagerly selected the video, having recognized the word Anaconda as a species of snake that you read briefly about before. However, you didn't really pay attention to the thumbnail, which you are starting to regret.
"Oh my gosh, look at her butt..."
As with "CPR" and "WAP", you and Syzoth are met with a recording of scantily dressed Earthrealm women shaking their behinds to entice their audience. This time you and Syzoth would not be left speechless or with heads full of questions. When Cage walked by you and the Zaterran, you showed him the video without hesitation.
"Cage, is this a common ritual among Earthrealm women?"
"Or is this a ritual unique to the Warm-bloods of your realm?"
"Where is the anaconda? I see no snake, only women."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, one at a time, my scaley friends!"
Cage responded in amusement as he tried to answer both you and Syzoth's questions. All while the video of the singer kept playing.
That's when Baraka, who was also there to help with Cage's project because he owed Syzoth a HUGE favor, spotted you three squabbling like chambermaids. He approached all of you, curious about the strange item in your hands, he's only seen in passing. A device that currently showed a chorus of women shaking their behinds as music played.
"What are you three watching?"
Baraka questions. You're the first to react by snapping the Ipad in half, surprising all three men by your reaction.
"NOTHING!"
Cage is the first to recover by letting out a frustrated grunt.
"You're paying for that iPad and my Iphone!"
You merely respond by pulling your cloak's hood over your head, while shrinking under Baraka's confused gaze.
I overwrote again😅 As a reminder, this is a reader insert with Shang Tsung as your husband at this point. You not only have the ability to turn people to stone with your piercing stare, but you were an apothecary as well.
TW: A bit spicy at some parts 🥵
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With your husband's victory, you were both granted a life of luxury and an entire island. Anything you could possibly ever desire, Shang Tsung would have delivered to you on a jewel-encrusted silver platter. You are adorned with the finest and most lavish outfits, jewelry, and accessories befitting an Empress. You're given dozens of servants to wait on you hand and foot, so you never have to lift a finger if you so desire. Shang Tsung would definitely have a throne made for you right by him, befitting of his sweet soul, his Queen, and his Empress.
He's also fitted his palace with many mirrors, which most would mistake for him being extremely vain. While not exactly wrong, the main reason really is so he could safely make eye contact with you without turning into stone and needing to be un-petrified every time. Something that happened once when you both turned a corner and you weren't wearing your mask or veil, much to his chagrin and your amusement. The memory of Shang's surprised expression suddenly frozen in stone is one you'll always carry with you.
"I love how my eyes can still petrify you after all this time, darling."
"Hilarious as always, my sweet."
He quickly forgives you when you give him a sweet kiss on the mouth, followed by a barrage of your snakes following suit, which causes him to chuckle in delight. Who can still be mad for too long when one is tickled by dozens of tiny forked tongues?
You would mostly be able to maintain heavy eye contact with Shang Tsung during meals when you're sitting side by side in front of a mirror. Other times, it's when he's helping oil your writhing snakes to keep their scales healthy and gleaming, all while sensually massaging your living locks as you continue to watch with a blissed-out expression. In fact, one of your favorite activities to do together is to help take care of the other's hair, which includes you massaging Shang Tsung's scalp while washing his long locks and putting little braids in. It delights something deep within your soul to know that your husband is absolutely unbothered by what has become a part of you for centuries.
Almost like meeting an unspoken challenge, you'd take the time to make your husband tea or food to snack on during work, leave him a fresh set of robes when knowing he'll be spending a day in the Flesh Pits; sometimes, you'd make medicine for Shang Tsung, whether it's to help him sleep, keep him awake and focused, or something to slip to a target; even help work out the tight knots in his shoulders and back, as he would with your coils. You bet that Shang is melting under your touch all the while. 😏
While you still tease Shang Tsung with how easy it would be to kill him whenever you show care or pamper, your husband knows your words are nothing but empty threats. After all, you still haven't done it after hundreds of years, not after you first slept together nor when he lost a Tournament to the Great Kung Lao.
"You know how easy it would be for me to slice open you neck and watch your blood delicately trickle out?"
"I'm quite aware, dear. But, if it's so easy, then why not do it now while my back is to you?"
"*sultry chuckle* Because, darling, there's no other like you."
Sometimes when you two aren't too busy, you take long walks through his island just to talk and enjoy one another's company like you did so many eons ago. Sometimes, when you both just want to sit outside and enjoy the weather, you'd lounge around in your garden to catch up. A garden full of exotic flora you personally care for and decorated with would-be thieves turned into stone, frozen in terror at your visage. It also helps your statues aren't just decoration but still living vessels containing souls. There isn't a shortage of those that would try to steal from your husband, so you never really run out of varieties of decorations for your garden. Shang Tsung will often take the time to admire your handy work and how you captured their horror and fear in those moments.
We love ourselves as a working couple that supports one another, don't we? 😊 While Shang Tsung may spend plenty of time away from home to complete whatever work Shao Khan demands, you're often in your workshop coming up with all sorts of deadly concoctions or potent medicine (and yes, your snake coils do help with a lot) also often orders of the Khan. A man both you and your husband despise and will often talk shit about within the comforts of home. It helps take a bit of the edge off to praise one another for each other's work and qualities under the Khan's grueling demands.
"Honestly, that Meat head brute could do to have your vision and creativity."
"Or your charming personality and half your intellect, let's not forget."
"Shao Khan could benefit from just a quarter of it, let's be honest."
While Shang Tsung does love to show you off to others, draped in fine silk and standing by his throne during the Tournaments he hosts, you are, in fact, not a trophy wife. However, to outsiders, that's exactly what they see, which you and Shang purposely led them to believe. For them to see a quiet, obedient, almost meek trophy wife who never shows her face, always hiding it one way or another. A mask that works well for you to act as another pair of eyes for Shang Tsung, able to move among the crowds, almost invisible as you go about your usual business since the second Tournament you attended.A ruse that has worked so well in the past that a younger Princess Kitana pitied you for, what she assumed, to be a marriage The Sorcerer practically forced you into, much to your eternal humor for the then-naive princess.
"I mean no offense, but is Shang Tsung the reason why you wear that mask, Madam? It's alright to tell me."
"Oh no, no, no! You have it all wrong, your highness. I assure you, my husband treats me quite well. He told me that my mask is more for everyone's safety than anything. Teehee"
"Why does that do nothing to assure me?"
MK 11 Kitana: "To think, I once felt sorry that you married that Snake."
"I told you the truth when I said my Shang treats me well. It's not my fault you didn't believe me."
"MK 11 Kitana: "Yet, my eyes are more open to the truth than ever."
When Shang Tsung originally died, you felt an odd sense of emptiness inside, one you never quite felt before, even with your father's passing. That emptiness was then replaced by a heavy weight that no worldly pleasure or potion could ever permanently rid you of. Soon replaced by indescribable fire once you learn the circumstances around Shang Tsung's death, such as how Shao Khan ripped out his soul to power Sindel.
From there, after renouncing your loyalty to all of Outworld, you did assist anyone you can for a high price. Did they desire a poison that would cause their enemies to be paralyzed while absolute agony? It'll cost but an eye. Have greater power to your abilities? Just a few years of your life will do. A voice, a heart, your soul, nothing was off limits. Either pay up or become part of your cave's garden or stone slave; nevertheless, your main objective was to bring Outworld to its ruin, watching it crumble to bareness and bleakness.
You've mostly done business with Mileena (who you have a small fondness for due to her being one of Shang Tsung's creations) and her Insurrection, giving them either needed toxins or remedies, given Mileena's continuous usage of Shinnok's amulet. However, that doesn't mean you didn't do business with the Special forces now and again, with you being their dirty little secret.
Granted, you had to work from the fringes of the Empire, due to how you were technically wanted by Kotal Khan for being Shang Tsung's accomplice. You've done this song and dance before, only this time, you vowed to never bow to another Khan. Especially one so foolish as to trust a Kytinn.
However, the person that earned your vengeful gaze would have to go to Quan Chi, since you couldn't get to Shao Khan in time. Plus, his plan to resurrect Sindel led to your beloved's death.
For that reason, you briefly made an uneasy alliance with Scorpion to invade the Special Forces Camp to finally Kill to Necromancer, the only payment needed being Quan Chi's spilled blood.
I felt inspired to make this with the new release of Mortal Kombat 1 teaser. I blame @earthrealmclown and @kronikascrown for making me so fond of this snake-like Sorcerer in the first place. Along with Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa... Enjoy!😁
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Let's rewind back to eons ago in China. You were born as an Apothecary's daughter, living a comfortable childhood with a loving family. However, there was always something... off about you. Something morbid.
With the passing of your father, you took up the family business, which is when your off nature became more prevalent. When you're not attending to customers or replenishing your apothecary cabinet, you're running your own experiments with a new medicine or new deadly poisons. Products you would use from animals to eventual people who were left unaware they were drugged. You'd observe and take notes on the side effects of your medicine as either helping to alleviate ailments or inducing madness before liquefying the subject's brain. At first, you reasoned to yourself that what you're doing is in the name of science, killing a few subjects to save thousands more people with your discoveries. Yet who were you kidding? It was both invigorating and immensely entertaining, a break in the mundanity of your home.
You met Shang Tsung when he fought for Earthrealm. An Apothecary's protege and daughter that many traveled far and wide to visit for her miraculous medicine. Among her town's residents, though, she was known as their most beautiful benevolent woman with eyes that shine like stars.
You greeted the then-young combatant with a well-practiced smile and soft voice, welcoming him to your quaint town and asking how she could help one of the realm's champions. Shang Tsung has come simply for some basic painkillers and disinfectants for wounds.
You and Shang engaged in some light conversation, such as the latter's thoughts on the upcoming Tournament and his odds, along with some light flirting. Eventually, it did go deeper as you engaged in deep discussion about your work, medicine, morality, and decay. Shang found himself giving a small grin as he observed how your eyes gave off a mad glint when discussing how you would collect venom from snakes by capturing them before cutting off the head to collect the fangs, preserving the rest of the body for further use.
While you tried your best to put on the facade of an unassuming and benevolent medicine woman, Shang Tsung suspected you were anything but. Intrigued by the barest taste he got of your twisted true nature, he decided to stay in town for a while to train, he claimed. Although everyone and their mother knew the true reason, whispering amongst themselves and placing bets on how fast you would turn down this latest suitor.
Of course, it wasn't as simple as they believed, given how both you and Shang Tsung had reasons to use one another under the facade of a courtship. You to test both your new medicines and poisons on an Earthrealm champion out of sheer curiosity; him, so he may take what you know to add to his arsenal for the Tournament. However, Shang Tsung couldn't deny the attraction he felt toward the dichotomy of your true wicked self; and you his charisma and wit.
Eventually, that lie became truth but with an added edge. While your courtship did include deep conversations, some flirting mixed in with subtle innuendos, gifts of flowers and fine jewelry, and long walks through the forest where you'd collect any herbs you need.
It also included Shang Tsung helping you dispose of a body to wild boars when he caught you experimenting with a new medicine on an old man close to death, only for it to induce madness before liquefying the subject's brain. Which you took great note of as the man was screaming about Geuis coming to eat his organs, unbothered by it all.
As well as you trying to poison the other to tie up loose ends, only to smugly show the other how that was a futile attempt. You already have a strong immunity from years of ingesting poison, and Shang Tsung comes prepared with an antidote.
There was also another incident where you tried to kill one another in their sleep, only to catch the other trying to do what you planned. This then involved a brief confrontation that somehow escalated into something... spicer 😏😏😏
Not long after, you married Shang Tsung, his equal in wit and deception. A day that would forever live on in both your memories, one filled with joy and pride to have made the other their own as you both exchanged rings made of jade and nephrite in the shape of two dragons intertwined.
Then, not long after you two married, you and Shang Tsung were cursed by the Elder Gods for cheating during the Tournament. Shang Tsung has used one of your most potent poisons to drug one of Outworld's champions. For that, Shang Tsung was cursed to age and wither at an alarming rate.
And for you being his accomplice, The Elder Gods cursed you to become a more snake-like being, befitting that for someone who allies herself with a snake. Your luscious H/C locks were transformed into writhing F/C snakes; your eyes became snake-like and sickly yellow; boar-like tusk jutted from your upper canines, dripping with venom; your nails became longer and sharper; your skin became rougher and scalier in appearance; finally, a large pair of leathery wings.
As if that wasn't bad enough, you were also cursed to turn any none godly or higher beings into stone if they looked you in the eyes. Still, neither of you would bow before the gods that cursed you so and beg for them to reverse your curses.
Admittedly, both of you were at your lowest at this point and literally unable to look one another in the eye. You were filled with both a crushing amount of insecurity and dread of your husband leaving you for getting caught, leaving you waiting with bated breath for the other shoe to drop. Yet, unbeknownst to you, Shang Tsung had some similar insecurities about you leaving him because you blamed him for your fate and because he was a now weak, frail old man.
Oddly, it was when you both tried to leave the other before the other one could leave first, but stopping to say goodbye, that you learned it wasn't the end of your marriage. Honestly, it came as a bit of a surprise for you that your arrogant Shang Tsung thought you would leave him for his failure and curse and vice versa.
As if you would leave the only man that ever kept your attention so long at the first sign of trouble, which you pretty much told him, which genuinely took him aback. Yet why would he want to be rid of someone like you? After you both cleared the air with one another, something in your marriage shifted with Shang Tsung for the better.
Is it any wonder that both you and Shang Tsung's anger and hatred were so greatly extreme that when Shao Khan reached out to you both, you both jumped at the opportunity? That and mixed in with desperation and spite, you both weren't looking a gift horse in the mouth.
Alongside your husband, you, too, were taught soul magic and sorcery by Shao Khan. However, you didn't rely as heavily on it as Shang Tsung, mostly utilizing it to make soul-binding contracts. Under Khan's teachings, you learned how to use glamour to hide your monstrous visage, use small pocket dimensions to store your drugs and poisons, how use your new form and abilities efficiently, and, eventually, even how to reverse your petrifying gaze.
So the next time Shang Tsung appeared for the Tournament, both of you were aligned with Outworld, much to Raiden's chagrin. You had to wear a Chinese opera mask, which you made in likeness to your original face, in order not to turn the entire Tournament and its champions into statues. That's not to say you didn't make some fine statues on the side, with no one the wiser.
Shang Tsung appreciates the support you gave behind the scenes, such as selling some "enhancing" drugs to the Earthrealm champions before the Tournament actually began in exchange for a variety of payments, including, unknowingly to most, their souls. Oh, how your heart skipped a beat to watch your beloved husband wipe the competition in a bloody brawl. 💕💕💕
Fujin can be very touchy to those he considers friends. In an ordinary conversation he will absentmindedly place a hand on your shoulder, hold your hand in his, lean on you, etc. it's nothing inherently flirty or romantic, it's just how he is. Obviously if you set boundaries he will respect them, but by default Fujin is just so innocently handsy with his comrades that it's a good thing most who know him know there's no ulterior motive and find the habit endearing. Physical touch is simply his way of showing he cares and acknowledges you.
