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[stonystarkarchive]

Art requests, you say? How about Tony making the 👉👈 hands at Steve?

He’s sorry for building another superbot (Steve Will forgive him for this)(it Will happen again)(they will learn Nothing from this experience)

[bastardsunlight]

Sephiroth approaches Cloud's doorstep. He's thought of a wonderful present. Upon it he leaves a gathering of dead birds, wild animals and the like.

Cloud, watching from a window, digs around for a pump action bb gun. He's going to be free of this menace once and for all.

[daughterofnero]

( protect )  -  for the sender’s muse to step between the receiver’s muse and a threat to protect them . (Liu Kang @ Shui)

Found Family Starters

The trip was a gathering of the Champions, the little family they had formed. They really should have figured that something would happen, but they thought after the Tournament, everything would settle for at least a decade. It was also just…a lot. So Shui stepped away for a bit, taking a breather outside while the Youngs finished up dinner.

He was almost done with his mantras when a familiar figure crested the horizon. One that Shui never expected to see again. “Ba?” Shui took a few steps closer to the approaching figure, and- yes, that was definitely- “Ba! Ba!!”

Kung Lao was speeding up too, rushing closer, and shit, he’d missed him, missed Kung Lao, but, how was he back? Did it matter? He did- he did look a little different, and the way he moved, it wasn’t right, it made Shui uneasy. By the time Shui realized that Kung Lao was going in for an attack, his skin gray and eyes empty, there was no way he could move out the way.

He didn’t have to, though, as a fireball flew by Shui and knocked back Kung Lao. The kid’s head was still spinning as Liu Kang rushed in front of him, pushing the boy back. “Ba Kang, I thought…a-Die, why is Ba Lao-“

“Kung Liu Shui, inside, now.” His words weren’t unkind, but not to be questioned. Liu Kang couldn’t afford to take his eyes off of the revenant in front of them, but he would now allow Shui to be hurt, and certainly not by someone that used to be Kung Lao.

Shui nodded, swallowed, and uncurled his fists. “Yes a-Die. I’ll get the first aid ready.” Finally, Shui took off, bolting towards the house as the other kombatants rushed to Liu Kang’s aid. He chanced one look back-

They both looked like they were hurting, and the fight had barely started.

[queenofthespade]

¤: Bones @ Spock

send a symbol to give my muse...

A book to read

Spock turned the hard covered book over in his hands in examination. It was an old paper book. One that that he knew Jim enjoyed more due to it's old fashioned nature. Even so, Spock still found himself enjoying how the solid book felt under his steady hand as he finished his brief examination.

It was a gift from Leonard McCoy. A book titled "Thesaurus". No doubt an attempt at humor on the good doctor's part, looking pleased with himself.

" You'll be pleased to know that I've read this kind of book before. Front to back. As a child. I will continue to use fascinating in situations I see fit." An eyebrow raise.

[yetremains]

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// YES GIVE THEM TO US we love u

swordsxandxshadows

{{ AGREED. SHARE THE YANG. GIVE US THE GOODS.}}

(( I’M BEING ASSAULTED BY GREMLINS. LOOK WHAT YOU DID @kathexismania ! ))

[sasorikigai]

❤️ + yetremains

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@bastardsunlight acted as the Wingwoman (TM) connecting both of us up, and I still remember being indescribably and utterly excited to see where Hanzo/Scorpion and Yang’s relationship would take off, and almost instantaneously, I found myself literally slamming down on the accelerator petal and never needing to press that brake because I absolutely love the complexity and commonalities they share. While they have considerable differences, I see them almost as two flip sides of the same coin, especially in my MK2021 Scorpion and Yang’s Fire-Threaded verse. 

Regardless of their respective sufferings and agonies perpetuating through the eternality of their lives, Scorpion is learning to let his torment, grief, rage, vengeance, every vice he harbors in the deep center of his heart and soul to flow and never become stagnant. He simply wishes himself to feel all of them, so that he could still become human. Such emotions are what makes this particular Scorpion so human; that he would allow his vulnerabilities, weaknesses, and bombarding sentiments to overwhelm him at times, often beyond ever attempting to repress. 

And in Hanzo’s modern verse with his Second-in-Command Yang, they coexist in the same reflection of time, with same aspirations and dreams, and I just love the fact that they are able to work towards the common goal, while also developing their romantic overtures, as there is unparalleled understandings of one another. While they function on professional hierarchies, they are essentially absolute equals, ride or die, the endgame as they continue to deal with their respective traumas and tribulations, while mitigating the throes of their suffering, despite Yang having the edge over Hanzo in the fact that she is an immortal, while Hanzo is a quasi... immortal who is damn hard to kill. 

Whether it’s heart-wrenching angst or heart-warming fluff, or something in-between, but mostly hurt/comfort between them and them - mostly Hanzo - going fucking apeshit because his trauma and grief is much fresher (only a few centuries old), I love them all. I cannot have enough time to develop them further in so many of our different verses. I also love the relationship between Satoshi and Yang, and would also like to see where it takes us further. As a mun - you are such a sweetheart. You have been nothing, but a bundle of joy to talk to, and I respect and appreciate the hell out of you, D. 

[sonxflight-a2]

(Exhausted starter meme): “I-I’m alright, I just need to sit a moment…” - Liu Kang

☯ Tired / Exhausted / Feeling Very Weak Starters ║ @sxvethelastdance ☯

"You are burning up..."

Worry is sheer in his voice, he doesn’t bother to hide it while the erst-coarsened hands already guide his disciple towards the place of rest, cautious in their steering as he lowers along before the sensed enormity of incandescence. Devouring heat... The differing source is not too alien, feral and relentless yet being nothing close to the morbidness of hellish flame...To fight the blaze with blaze is futile, however, the one of his experiences is far from being helpless... A process able to be no less grueling, his own preservation is a little to think about when the lambency of fingertips is urgent to seek for roaring hearth, causing disquieted visage to frown in concentration.

What is found is to be enfolded and carried out, excessive fervor is obstinate in its dwelling within when Ryou’s no less firm to pull the solar bindings and make the candent node be excuded through his touch. Like a lump of red-hot coal... The escape is vague for the view yet more than evident for keen perception... With his palms turning up and releasing the ascension of glow, Ryou is relieved to exhale and slouch his tensed shoulders, letting the conducted slowly dispel as his own weariness along with the given treatment are certain to take their toll.

"..."

[bastardsunlight]

The second-in-command of the saints threw down a hefty box onto the desk, an outlier from the usual purple present boxes, a bright shade of pink wrapped in ribbons. It was truly the only inoffensive choice- couldn’t let them get the idea that he was dropping his colors, but Gat figured he had to single out V-Day in particular to spice things up. Were the Boss to get impatient and slice the various fixings to the prize, they would find the blooms of roses in the rich royale shade that adorned the walls and floors of their abode. Among the petals were a stylish set of desert eagles and about as many rounds as he could stuff into the box before delivery.

“Well? I got you guns, roses, and plenty of lead to pack the shit with… Now are you ready to fuckin party or what?”

Valentine’s day couldn’t come soon enough. The boss held back as long as they could, but when they could stand it no more, out came a switchblade that was probably a bit longer than necessary and off went the ribbon. Ravenous eyes devoured the roses—they were exquisite, not to put too fine a point on it—and the shining, embossed firearms beneath. The scroll work on the metal was, in a word, perfection; Gat had clearly gone to plenty of trouble to acquire these.

The leader of the Third Street Saints spared one last, long—and longing—look at the guns and vaulted the desk to wrap arms and legs around the one man they knew would always catch them, without fail or question, no matter what.

“Let’s start with a bang, Johnny,” they said as their lips met in a blazing kiss that communicated all the “bang” they had in mind and then some.