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.
It was always cold on the mountains, but sitting huddled with her sister in the dark basement while murderers danced above their heads, the world had never seemed colder.
The words 'we will get out of this' still fell from numb, blue lips from time to time, but they fell on deaf ears. Maybe she was only saying them to comfort herself at this point, what little comfort they brought.
The music that so juxtaposed their current pain coming to a halt didn't inspire much hope. The distant, indistinct shouting, however, moreso. Perhaps this meant a stranger had stumbled across this isolated mountain cabin - if they were lucky, the stranger would be no worse than their captors.
She filled her lungs with freezing air, taking deep breaths to tear open the way her throat felt stuck together with thirst, preparing to shout as much as she could from around the gag in her mouth, to scream and scream and scream, and pray someone could hear her that had no intention of doing anything more terrible than they'd already endured.
Gunshots cut her off before she even could.
Gunshots. Of course it was gunshots.
She'd heard enough gunshots to last her a lifetime, but the world was too full of them. These would hardly be the last.
Her sister let out a broken sob when even that unholy volley of death and shouting went quiet, and her mind raced - did she dare risk a fury her bruised and broken skin already knew, on the slim chance the men who'd imprisoned them were dead? If they weren't, and they doled out a punishment she'd already taken from them before, could she withstand the beating long enough to protect her sister?
To be fair, she decided, she could withstand anything, for her.
She screamed.
Wordless, pitiful and sharp with pain, drowned by the spit-soaked cloth that dug into the corners of her mouth, shredding her throat and lungs with the volume she tried to reach to compensate.
For a moment even in her head it's all she could hear.
Then, boots scuffling overhead.
The creak of the cellar door.
Lantern and fire light.
"Well well," a slick voice chuckled from the top of the rickety stairs. "What have we here?"
I am getting the feeling Alec and Magnus are not part of the show anymore! Instead they live happily in their little fangirl bubble. While everything around them goes to hell and their friends have to deal with drug addiction, blackmailing and the death of a parent Alecs plot is about sex with Magnus. Really?
I know everyone want’s to see them together and happy but the way the shows writers are currently handling this just confuses me. It seperates their storyline very strongly from the main plot and makes it odd. Or is that just me?
I often forget I'm part of the world, of whirling lines and curving lines spinning around weaving webs and knotting strings. All of one and we are one, the world is no separate thing from us and we are just as part of nature as any other animal, plant, fungi, or microbe. We are part of this world and we dare to think we can control all, but the world is big and powerful and over all can not act on us by its own, but environmental systems are ever changing and are tied to life and the change of biosphere changes atmosphere, hydrosphere, and ecospheres, all of which can end us by their change should it be too big and too drastic of a change to what we need to live.
Ok listen round y'all's
So this girl is going around with a little boy and her two uncle's on a mission, and they are in a weird place. this weird place is full of water. The houses are underground, they have a bathroom by a window which her family escapes out of with her brother, while two women, a boy, a little boy, and a little girl are staying. There aren't any bedrooms, there is a table the kids do crafts on but I try to escape out the water fireplace however the boy is the evil b son, so he is in charge while she is gone. I keep making a run for it but he keeps catching me as I try to hoist myself on the table. The women look empty, they look almost dead. They don't stop my attempts, but they don't help me either. They just sit with their children. One day they have a ceremony, where they are welcoming the evil b boy. Every boy of ten and fifteen years old will go in the water faucet thingy window and it will lead to a big pool of water, if the child makes it there alive then they are officially part of the colony. The people don't want to sacrifice their freaking children but they have to. So the boy goes in, and evil b takes us all along to watch after a few threats towards me and the little children with us. The boy ends up resurfacing, with a broken leg so someone had to help him to the surface. Evil b is furious and bodies are littered everywhere, sobs cry out everywhere. Now no one knows what the people are so afraid of but the evil b says she needs to go have a chat with somebody and storms away mad, leaving the two ladies to hold him back to the hut while I carry the children and follow. And after she leaves I am sitting with the quiet boy, and like give me a reason I shouldn't leave here right now. And he is like you don't know the security or your way around. He does. I pout a little and then he is looking at me curiously, before leaning in to brush my ear with his breath. You would need someone to come with you. Perhaps, a well respected son of a faithful family, with full access to the city? And then it hits me. Hitching a ride. And why would I trust you, I barely croak out, because of the shock. Right. He goes well, I'm here aren't I? I didn't let you out when I knew it would be too dangerous, and I'm telling you these things when it could get me killed. I nearly faint. Oh. I breathe. I guess I will just have to trust you then, for now. Betray me though, and I will kill you. He laughs. And then I nurse him back to health, turns out their medicine works better than ours finally a good idea, and so his leg is healed in two and a half months, but she fits into the role to stay undetected, unsuspicious. Then they escape yoo-hoo and it kills me to leave the others behind but they wouldn't come, but they took the children because that was what was wanted, and it would be less suspicious (argument happens). So he leads the way, me and the kids behind him yet again, and we get pretty far.
