One morning as the sun peeked its cute little head over the green horizons of Earthrealm, AN EVIL WAS BREWING UNDER THE GROUND. SWOOOSHH THE NETHERREALM. Where all the evils live. Scorpion was doing his daily morning jog, whenst he heard the evil toot of a horn.
“Oh m g. Like? Lord Shinnok Senpai?” He calls into the fires of the netherrealm for him. Shinnok was using the horn of his hat to call him. Scorpion gets over here into the room where it happened.
[NETHERREALM.SHINNOKS SEAT ROOM.12th of May.4:20AM]
Shinnok lounged on the throne of EEVVILLL doing his clown makeup, when Scorpion finally jumped into the room.
“Bitch what took you so long” Shinnok sneered at Scorpion's untimely pace.
“My Lord Shinnok.” Scorpion bowed cuntily. “I would’ve comed quicker but I was stalled by some… baked goods… I’m still just another vengeful anti-hero, you know.”
“No matter…” Shinnok walked off of his throne of EEVVILLL and to his servant Scorpion who wasn’t wearing his maid outfit that day, what a pity. “I have some use for you. Scorpion-san.” He glared at him with his evil green old elder god eyes. “You see. Lately Quan Chi and I have gotten into some… disagreements… You’ll go to Outworld and fetch a new sorcerer for me… Shang Tsung.”
“Wait fr Lord Shinok?” Scorpion asked.
“You dare question me mortal?” Shinnok angyed.
“No I mean. I thought you and Quan Chi were tight.”
“Indeed we were. Very tight…”
Silence.
“You wouldn’t know anything About That, Would You?” His eyes squinted.
“Uh no?” Scorpion genuinely didn’t have any idea. He knew the two would wrestle a lot but nothing much besides their work was ever mentioned.
More silence.
“Oh. Ok. Good… Now go.” Shinnok waved him off.
“Uhm. Ok then. It shall be done, Lord Shinnok.” Scorpion whirled his chain spear thing creating a propeller that broke through the ceiling of the Netherrealm as he began his trek to outworld.
“Bitch! He broke my ceiling!” Shinnok fumed. “Bruh I was about to teleport him wtff.”
And so began Scorpions journey BUT OH NO THE WIND. THE WIND BLEW HIM OFF COURSE HE'S CRASHING NO-
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If you want to see how this fic ends (with a plot twist that will leave you SHOCKED) stay tuned.
Sneak peek: Outworld sees a resurgence in bottom surgery demands and Baraka is one of the lead specialists.
Congratulations to werewolf fans! And thank you for everyone for your participation on this poll. You are all loved as much as you love monsters. I will be back soon.
Outside the gay bar and writing my CV in monster fucking... also reposting this! You can too, even if you aren't outside a gay bar and writing your CV in fucking monsters. (Hopefully will be accepted into a lab)
Outside the gay bar and writing my CV in monster fucking... also reposting this! You can too, even if you aren't outside a gay bar and writing your CV in fucking monsters. (Hopefully will be accepted into a lab)
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Warhammer 40k’s Genestealer Cultists, specifically the variants in third and fourth generations. Take these—
The extra arms, the stinger tails, the devoted stoicism…
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