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HIDE TIL IT'S BRIGHT OUT

Writing:

I’ll write for basically anything including;

• creature commandos

• beastars

• helluva boss

• south park (only adults)

• hazbin hotel

• helluva boss

• slashers

• skullgirls

• squid games

• all mortal kombat

• spiderverse

• mlp

• the boys

• pony mov.

• the amazing digital circus

• Bistro Huddy

OH, JUST ANOTHER LONELY NIGHT

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ARE YOU WILLING TO SACRIFICE YOUR LIFE

Helluva boss x Gluttony Imp Reader

SINSMAS, in Imp City never smelled like pine or cinnamon.

It smelled like grease, sugar, burning spice, and something deeply illegal being flambéed in Blitzø’s kitchen.

You leaned back in your chair, boots propped on the I.M.P breakroom table, watching the glorious disaster unfold. Plates were stacked too high, bowls overflowed with molten sauces, and a whole roasted hellbeast—stuffed with smaller hellbeasts—sat proudly in the center like a shrine.

Gluttony Sinsmas was your thing.

“Okay, I gotta ask,” Blitzø said, poking the roast with a fork. “Is this thing supposed to still be hissing?”

“Yes,” you replied calmly. “That means it’s fresh.”

Blitzø grinned. “Hot.”

Across the table, Moxxie was staring in pure horror. “There’s… there’s seven desserts. Why are there seven desserts?”

You counted on your fingers. “One for each Sin. But I ate Pride already.”

Moxxie made a distressed noise and clutched his stomach preemptively.

Millie, meanwhile, looked like she’d found religion. “Oh my Satan, is that a triple-layer scream cake?! Sugar, you outdid yourself!”

Millie immediately grabbed a knife and cut herself a slice so big it defied physics.

You passed her a plate piled high with fried impsicles, molten cheese skewers, and something still moving slightly. “Eat up. Sinsmas waits for no one.”

Millie beamed at you like you’d just proposed marriage.

From the couch, Loona watched the chaos with half-lidded eyes, sipping a blood-red drink topped with crushed candy horns.

“You know,” she muttered, “for someone who celebrates Gluttony, you’re weirdly generous.”

You shrugged. “What’s the point of excess if you don’t share it?”

Loona paused, then took another drink. “Huh. Respect.”

The room filled with sound—chewing, laughing, Blitzø making obscene toasts, Moxxie panicking every time something growled back at him from his plate. Grease stained the table, sugar dusted the floor, and someone (probably Blitzø) hung Sinsmas lights incorrectly so they sparked ominously.

At one point, Blitzø threw an arm around your shoulders, cheeks flushed from food and booze. “Y’know, Gluttony demon, this is the best Sinsmas I’ve had since that time I almost died in a buffet riot.”

You raised your glass—thick with syrup, foam, and something questionable. “To excess.”

“To excess!” Millie cheered.

“To not dying!” Moxxie added.

Loona clinked her cup against yours with a smirk. “To you not stopping.”

You laughed, warmth spreading through your chest—not just from the food, but from the rare feeling of belonging. Hell wasn’t kind. Life wasn’t fair. But here, in the middle of chaos, crumbs, and reckless indulgence, you had something real.

Sinsmas, after all, wasn’t about restraint.

It was about wanting more—

and taking it unapologetically.

And tonight?

There was plenty left to eat.

like a story with them with Kitana losing to the reader and stuff. but I need KITANANANANANANANAANNA

THE BET

Kitana always wanted to understand your strength and power.

She knew you had done apparently dangerous jobs back on earth realm, telling tales to everyone at the table about the work you’ve done. Even the tales of how you survived being blinded by an aggressive target got she wanted to know how strong you could really be.

Right after dinner she grabbed you by your prosthetic arm, something you obviously didn’t expect her to do. “…you like me that much?” You joked while trying to play everything off.

“No!” Kitana replied quickly, removing her hand from your prosthetic arm. “I-i mean I tolerate you and I wanna see how strong you truly are.”

You chuckled before wiping tears from your eyes. “Oh…you’re serious?” You asked her while looking down at her. “Well, to make this a lot more interesting let’s have a bet.”

Kitana raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you certain about this?” she asked, voice calm but tinged with curiosity. “A bet… before a duel?”

You smirked, with your one hand while keeping your pistol holstered at your side. “Absolutely. The loser owes the winner whatever they want. No exceptions.”

Kitana raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with barely restrained amusement. “And you are confident you will win?”

You smiled, the veil hiding most of your smile. “Confident enough,” you said with a grin, circling her slowly. “But if I lose… I’ll happily do whatever you desire.”

Her laugh was soft, musical, and a little surprised. “Very well. Then let us begin.”

The clash was immediate. Kitana’s fans spun in deadly arcs, each strike precise and elegant. You danced around her attacks, your movements a blend of mischief and calculated timing. One fan came dangerously close to grazing your cheek, and you ducked, rolling beneath the arc and coming up behind her in one fluid motion.

“Impressive,” Kitana admitted, spinning to face you, though her breath was slightly ragged. “But not enough.”

You chuckled, flicking your cane to intercept her fan, sparks flying where the metal struck. “Careful, Princess. I might actually win this bet.”

Her eyes flared, determination brightening the sapphire depths. “Then you shall pay the price for your boldness.”

The duel continued, a dance of steel and shadow, neither of you giving quarter. Yet as the fight progressed, it became clear that your unpredictability was edging her out. A clever feint here, a well-timed dodge there, and you found yourself pressing her to the edge of the courtyard with one final move.

With a swift sweep of your cane and a deft pivot, you sent her fan clattering to the ground. Kitana froze, caught off guard as your pistol pressed lightly against her side—not enough to harm, only to assert victory.

For a long moment, the world seemed to shrink to the two of you, chest heaving, eyes locked. Kitana’s hands hovered near her fallen fans, pride warring with the undeniable reality: she had lost.

“I… you’ve won,” she said, her voice softer now, almost uncertain.

“Looks that way,” you replied, a playful tilt in your smile. “So… about that bet?”

Her eyebrows lifted. “The winner may ask anything,” she said, regaining a hint of her regal composure, though there was a flicker of curiosity in her gaze.

You stepped closer, letting your gloved fingers brush hers. “I could ask for riches. Power. Perhaps… a favor.”

Kitana’s breath caught. “And what would you desire?”

Your smirk softened, warmth creeping into your expression. “A date,” you said simply. “Dinner. A walk. Perhaps… a chance to see if the Princess of Edenia is as charming off the battlefield as she is on it.”

Her lips parted slightly, caught between disbelief, pride, and intrigue. “You… you would ask such a thing of me?”

“Why not?” you teased, tilting your head. “I won, didn’t I? Surely a fair victor deserves a reward.”

Kitana’s eyes softened, a faint blush coloring her cheeks beneath the moonlight. She straightened, regaining some of her royal poise but allowing a tiny smile to slip through. “Very well,” she murmured. “I… accept your offer. But know this—I will not make it easy.”

You laughed softly, stepping just close enough that the warmth of your presence brushed against hers. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The air between you shifted, tension melting into something far more intimate. The courtyard, once a battlefield, felt smaller, warmer, charged with anticipation. Kitana’s hand lingered near yours as she searched your face, sapphire eyes glinting with a mixture of challenge and curiosity.

“Do not think this bet grants you… everything,” she warned softly, her tone teasing yet tinged with vulnerability.

“Not everything,” you admitted, letting your fingers entwine with hers. “But maybe a start.”

Her lips curved into a faint smile. “A dangerous start,” she murmured.

Leaning closer, you whispered, “I prefer dangerous.”

Then, without another word, you closed the distance. Your lips met hers in a soft, tentative kiss at first—an assertion of victory that felt more like connection. Kitana’s eyes fluttered closed, and the tension between pride and curiosity melted into warmth. When she finally returned the kiss, it carried the same intensity she had wielded with her fans—strong, precise, yet undeniably tender.

Pulling back just slightly, you rested your forehead against hers. “Deal?” you asked softly.

Kitana’s sapphire eyes glimmered, the battle replaced by something new—something unspoken but shared. “Deal,” she whispered.

And in that moonlit courtyard, the bet was settled. Not with weapons or skill, but with a kiss that promised more duels, more laughter, and a growing affection neither of you had anticipated.

Here’s the request all finished for you anonymous person and do you want a part 2 or anything else?

CHEST PILLOW?

Mortal Kombat 1: Tomas x Fem!Reader

The room was dimly lit, quiet except for the steady rhythm of Tomas’s breathing and the soft flicker of candlelight on the walls. Smoke curled lazily around his shoulders, as if it, too, had finally let itself rest. The faint scent of burning cedar still lingered, clinging to the edges of the air like a fading memory.

He hadn’t expected the door to creak open.

“Tomas?”

Your voice was soft—fragile around the edges, groggy from a nap, or maybe just from needing something warm, something steady. Something alive and present. You stood there for a moment, eyes adjusting to the dark, before you padded barefoot across the wooden floor, wrapped in a loose shirt that definitely wasn’t yours. It hung off one shoulder, and he knew it was his. That realization alone nearly made the smoke twitch at his back again, restless and ready—but not yet.

He stood by the window, arms crossed. Always alert, always braced, like a soldier waiting for the next blow. Even here. Even now.

“Are you okay?” you asked, stepping closer but not touching him yet. You never pushed. You just waited—like you trusted he’d come to you in his own time.

“I’m fine.” His voice was low, calm, but not distant. He was never distant with you. Just… careful. Like he was afraid the moment might shatter if he breathed too hard.

You didn’t say anything back—not right away. You just stepped in, closer, and slid your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek into the center of his back. His body tensed, for a heartbeat. Then softened.

His shirt smelled like firewood and winter—like him. Warm. Solid. Safe, even if he didn’t feel that way about himself.

He blinked, caught off guard—but didn’t pull away.

“Can I just… stay like this for a while?” you asked quietly. “You make a really good pillow.”

Tomas let out a breath through his nose. Not quite a laugh, but close. Almost surprised.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been called that before,” he murmured.

“You should be,” you replied, a sleepy smile curling into your voice. “You’re shaped like one of those firm ones that people fight over on the couch.”

He snorted—a sound you didn’t get to hear often—and you felt it more than heard it, a soft vibration through his chest. His arms relaxed a little more.

He turned slowly in your arms, letting your hands glide around his sides until you were face to chest. He wrapped one arm around your back, his other hand gently cradling the back of your head. Your face pressed right into the center of his chest—exactly where you wanted to be. The firm muscle beneath his shirt made the perfect resting place. The soft thump of his heart… even better.

“Comfy?” he asked, quieter than usual, like speaking too loud might startle the moment away.

You nodded, eyes closed. “Very.”

For a long moment, neither of you said anything. His chin rested lightly atop your head, and the silence settled between you both like a thick blanket—warm, dense, a comfort rather than a weight. The air was still, except for his steady heartbeat and the growing warmth in his chest. You’d caught him off guard—again—but he liked it. He didn’t understand it, not fully, but there was something in your presence that made him want to stay still.

To stop running. To stop bracing.

“I didn’t hear you get up,” he said quietly after a while.

You hummed. “Didn’t want to wake you. You looked peaceful.”

“I wasn’t sleeping.”

You looked up at him, eyes half-lidded. “Then you looked like you were trying to be.”

He didn’t reply right away, but his thumb brushed lightly against the nape of your neck. “I guess I was.”

Your breath slowed to match his. You could feel the way he was still holding part of himself just out of reach—muscles still slightly tense, jaw set—but less so than before. He wasn’t used to softness. He didn’t quite know what to do with it.

But he was trying. For you, he was trying.

“You don’t always have to be on guard, you know,” you said softly. “Not with me.”

He let out a breath that sounded like surrender. “I know.”

And for once, he didn’t feel the need to vanish into smoke.

Not when you were holding him like this. Not when you made the air feel like home.

Hollywood Meets Folklore!

Johnny Cage x Nekomata!Reader / Mortal Kombat 1

Synopsis: Johnny tries to introduce you to the public as his “new girlfriend,” but your tail slips out during a red carpet walk and chaos erupts

Red carpets weren’t your thing.

Too many lights. Too many cameras. Too many humans—loud, perfume-soaked humans. But Johnny had begged, flashed those brown eyes and charming grin that made your tails twitch, and promised: “It’ll just be a quick thing, babe. We show up, pose, I look hot, you look hotter, then we bounce. Promise.”

So here you were, in a slinky black dress custom-made to hide the twin tails you kept wrapped tightly around your waist. Your cat-like ears were glamoured to look human. You walked with your arm looped through his, claws retracted, high heels threatening your balance.

Johnny, ever the showman, held his chin high. Cameras flashed. Fans screamed.

“Johnny! Johnny, over here!”

“Who’s the mystery lady?”

“Is that your girlfriend!”

He paused right in front of the biggest cluster of paparazzi, grinning like he’d won the lottery.

“Everyone, meet my new girlfriend,” he said proudly, pulling you in close like he was showing off a trophy. “Isn’t she purr-fect?”

You smiled stiffly. Terrible pun. But it was sweet that he wanted to show you off. The moment should’ve been cute.

Until—

“Hey! What’s that behind her—did her dress just… move?”

Your heart stopped. A beat later, you felt it:

One of your tails, likely loosened by Johnny’s sudden spin and dip for the cameras, had slipped out of its wrap and flicked behind you, fully visible under the red carpet lights. The crowd gasped.

“Wait—is that real?”

“Is that a tail?”

“She’s a furry!”

“She’s a monster!”

“IS SHE CGI?!”

The cacophony hit your sensitive ears like a siren. The flashbulbs turned blinding. You felt your glamour flicker under the pressure, ears twitching atop your head, claws itching to break free. Your other tail lashed out to re-wrap itself instinctively.

Someone stepped too close—reaching out to grab it, touch it.

You hissed. Audibly.

It wasn’t a cute hiss, either. It was the kind of low, guttural, ancient sound that came from something that lived between the world of the living and the dead.

People screamed. A man dropped his phone. Someone shouted “WITCH!” and ran into a lighting rig.

Johnny grabbed you by the waist and spun you around, shielding you from the flashes. “Okay, that’s enough Hollywood for tonight,” he said through clenched teeth, trying not to panic. “Let’s go before someone tries to exorcise you.”

You ducked your head and sprinted behind him, tails flaring behind you like flags in the wind. Security couldn’t even catch up—too stunned by what they’d just seen.

Fifteen Minutes Later — In the Limo

You sat curled on the seat, hugging your knees, tails wrapped around your legs like comfort blankets. Johnny sat across from you, tie loosened, phone already buzzing nonstop.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” you muttered, ears fully unglamoured now and twitching with embarrassment. “Humans don’t like things they don’t understand.”

He slid his sunglasses off, leaning forward. “Babe, you hissed at a reporter. That guy might need therapy now.”

You groaned and buried your face in your arms.

Johnny chuckled softly. “But also? That was kinda hot.”

You peeked up. “You’re not mad?”

He shook his head. “Nah. Look, you’re not some plastic Hollywood clone. You’ve got fangs, and tails, and ancient spirit fire that could melt someone’s soul. That’s metal. I mean, yeah, the media’s gonna freak out for a while, but honestly? They needed something new to talk about.”

You stared at him. “You’re not afraid of me?”

He smiled, leaned over, and tucked your hair behind your ear gently. “Babe, I once fought a four-armed demon that could crush my skull like a soda can. Your tail popping out? That’s adorable.”

You blinked. Slowly… your tail thumped once on the seat beside you.

“…Fine,” you mumbled. “Next time, though, I’m wearing pants. With a tail hole. No tail hole equals fire.”

He laughed and pulled you into his arms. “Deal. But we are going to have to come up with a story for the press. Maybe I tell ‘em you’re from another realm, or a shapeshifter, or—wait—Nekomata Princess. That’s got a nice ring to it.”

You groaned. “If you start selling t-shirts, I’m lighting your house on fire.”

“Only if you do it with spirit flames. Gotta keep the theme alive.”

You smacked his chest with your tail. He kissed the top of your head.

Later That Night…

The top headline read:

“Johnny Cage’s Girlfriend: Mythical Beast or Method Actress?”

Subheadline: Is he dating a demon, or just an icon ahead of her time? Either way, she’s got claws—and we’re obsessed.

You didn’t know whether to cry, laugh, or pounce on him.

So you did all three.

liu kang x oni reader; angst

Liu Kang never thought he’d find a timeline where you were still a human. He always tried his hardest to give you the best world but here you were.

Looking…normal. Your skin wasn’t the blood red he remembered, the horns gone, eyes normal, those tusk like fangs he saw behind your mask seemed to have never existed and those sharp claws were instead just your regular nails. You were laughing, smiling and even humming.

Liu Kang’s breath caught in his throat.

You were telling stories — stories of bravery and sorrow, of love and loyalty. The kind of stories that came from someone who had survived pain… not been shaped by it.

He stepped closer to the vision. His hand almost reached out, fingers trembling.

“You’re so… alive,” he whispered to no one.

In this timeline, you had never been murdered. You had never clawed your way back into existence. You had never become the creature fate had twisted you into — the Oni with a kind heart and a monstrous face. The one who, in his timeline, now wandered alone, feared and misunderstood, desperately yearning for the warmth of humanity.

“I thought I gave the realms peace,” Liu Kang murmured, voice laced with regret. “But I stole your peace to do it.”

The vision rippled again.

This time it showed his timeline — where you stood in the center of a battlefield, blood on your claws, tusks bared in a silent snarl. Even with your terrifying form, there was sorrow etched into every line of your posture. Children ran from you. Adults raised swords. You never fought back unless attacked. You only wanted to help. You only wanted to belong.

He had met you in this world… this cruel, cracked one. You had bowed to him once, despite your power, and said, “I do not wish to frighten you.” And yet, when you had looked up, he had seen nothing but softness buried in your shadowed soul.

That was the version of you who lingered at the edge of everything—kind, but cursed.

And this was the version who never needed to wear tragedy like armor.

“If I could rewrite time…” he whispered again, eyes glistening, “I would have saved you.”

But he couldn’t.

The timeline was already sealed. Yours was a life lost — and reborn in pain. A life shaped by the sins of others, not your own.

Liu Kang stared into both versions of you, one gentle and unbroken, the other fierce but kind.

“Maybe fate was cruel to you,” he said, voice low, “but I will try to help you from this life.”

As Liu Kang closed his eyes the vision behind him faded away but not before you looked in his direction like you somehow sensed being watched.

with Eliza Reader

ALASTOR:

PROS

• both of you enjoy theatrics, powers and spectacles

• definitely challenge each other intelligently and magically

• he does admire your ancien, god-like nature and confidence

CONS

• Alastor doesn’t really/lacks any interest in romance or sex which would cause drama

• you both would most likely struggle with powers which will become volatile

• he might try to manipulate you for his own entertainment as he is the radio demon

Compatibly: 58%

Power couple energy, but emotionally incompatible unless you’re fine with nothing but a chaotic partnership

Angel Dust

PROS

• you both share charisma and love attention

• you two wild thrive off each other’s drama and sex appeal

•could form a toxic but entertaining relationship

CONS

• Angel is immature and emotionally unavailable

• you may lose patience with his chaotic and self destructive habits

• he might not match your hunger for dominance or god-complex energy

Compatibility: 72%

Sexy, scandalous, and a mess. Good chemistry, bad long-term odds

Husk

PROS

• you might find his grumpy, jaded demeanor to a be a very fun challenge

• might bring some flair and passion into his dull life

• he wouldn’t really mind your divine power as long as you give him some space

CONS

• he’s emotionally distant and depressive

• you might see him as boring or even beneath you after a while

• not interested in grandiosity or your drama that you love

Compatibly: 45%

You’d flirt, he’d drink. Not a sustainable unless you mellow out or he gets pulled in.

Vaggie

PROS

• you might respect her fire and protectiveness

• you and her are passionate, direct and intense

CONS

• Vaggie doesn’t really love people who are showy, attention-seeking types

• you two would most likely fight for dominance in the relationship

• she’s already inlove with Charlie and wouldn’t even try to reciprocate

Compatibly: 30%

Too different in values and beliefs, either rivals or petty allies

Charlie

PROS

• you might love her idealism and purity

• she would always see the good in you even if it’s buried

• opposites could always attract with the right circumstances

CONS

• Charlie would be overwhelmed by your bloodlust and flamboyance

• after a while you might begin to see Charlie as a naive or tiresome person

• different morals and ideas

Compatibly: 50%

Could work if you genuinely want to change but otherwise, it’s a pure crash

Nifty

PROS

• might be charmed by her energy and obsession with the past

• might see her as nothing but a fun companion or pet project

CONS

• Nifty’s hyperactivity and superficially might drive you insane

• no really depth or mutual respect

Compatibly: 35%

Cute chaos, but it’s too shallow and unbalanced for a real bond

Sir Pentious

PROS

• both of you have a flair for drama and world domination

• might form a temporary alliance of evil

• you both might form a have a banter

CONS

• you might find him to be nothing but a joke

• he’d most likely feel insecure about your actual powers

• too much theatrical ego on both sides

Compatibly: 48%

Campy disaster duo, funny in public but a mess in private

This took my a while as I’m actually selling my crochet projects which is getting me tons of money

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Nah, stealing work is FUCKING CRAZY and pretending you don’t is lowkey sad.

A= aftercare (how she treats you after)

• the praise and cuddling would go crazy with her, mostly due to her manners

B= body parts (favorite parts of her and you)

• she definitely loves her hands, I mean have you seen them? Along with that she probably loves you stomach and thighs

C= cum (everything with cum)

• she cums a lot and often on your face half the time and definitely loud during them

D= dirty secret (what does she hide from you)

• she fantasizes you wearing her outfits as she wants to see you be feminine regardless if you’re male or female

E= experience (who experienced is she)

• She has experience with Stack and maybe two or three one night stands

F= favorite position (what she likes to do with you)

• she loves face off, 69, cowgirl, and missionary

G= goofy (funny or serious)

• she definitely cracks some jokes to make it less awkward and embarrassing

H= hair (grooming habits)

• she’s usually tries not to have any hair down there but once you two started dating she’d let it be more natural

I= intimacy (dirty/rough or romantic in the moment)

• if this is post vampire her then she’s loves being rough b it if this is pre vampire she’s more of a romantic type

J= jack off (how often does she masturbate)

• 1-2 times a week but sometimes 3 if she’s incredibly stressed out and can’t find any other way to relieve herself

K= kink (kinks she likes)

• predator/prey, roleplay, breath play, claustrophilia

L= location (what places get her going)

• any tight places, her bedroom and mostly outside (public places)

M= motivation (what makes her want to do you)

• biting your lips, giving hickies, sitting on each other’s laps and caressing

N= no (things she won’t do)

• she’s fine with a bit of pain but she’s not full on messing up your pure body or extreme degradation

O= oral (giving or receiving and how skilled)

• she’s a pro but only if you’re AMAB, if you’re AFAB then she’ll most likely be a bit of a struggle

P= pace (fast or slow)

• she goes in a way that’s not too fast nor too slow but just perfectly in the middle so you can have some much pleasure

Q= quickie (does she prefer fast and hard)

• she rarely does any quickies as she rather make it be something sweet and actually have meaning

R= risk (does she like trying new things)

• 100%, she’s always willing to do anything new but mostly if it can involve you two being caught in public

S= stamina (how long can she last)

• 1-3 rounds on a good day but sometimes 1 round on those bad and stressful days

T= toys (is she in the game for using sex toys)

• vibrators, a lot that she uses in you more than herself

U= unfair (does she tease you)

• she rather not cause she has a feeling it’s more unfair towards you

V= volume (quiet or loud)

• she’s pretty loud, her moans definitely catch everyone off guard to the point it can even be heard outside the room you two are in

W= wild card (random headcanon)

• mary has definitely messed around with some woman before she met stack

X= x-ray (what’s underneath the clothes)

• she’s around D-Cup

Y= yearning (sex drive level)

• a bit higher than your average person but not extremely high

Z= Zzzᴢᴢᶻᶻᶻ (does she fall asleep after and how quickly)

• she doesn’t fall asleep until you’re comfortable and actually feeling ok after the whole event

Im down bad for her again and despite me not often liking anything nsfw, I’d let her do so much to me plus this is my first time so it’s not gonna be good

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Y’all…I fear I got a new obsession with Bo Chow from sinners.

Featuring; sera like reader

Featuring; Liu Kang, Mileena, Kuai Liang, Johnny Cage, Shang Tsung, Kenshi, Reptile, Ashrah, Kitana, Geras, Reiko, Havik and Smoke

Reader Vs. Liu Kang

Liu kang: “You guard heaven with harsh judgement.”

Reader: “Mercy has no place in the face of sinners.”

Liu Kang: “Then you are unworthy of godhood.”

Reader Vs. Mileena

Reader: “Your bloodline is a stain upon creation.”

Mileena: “I’ll stain your robe with it!”

Reader: “Justice demands your execution.”

Reader Vs. Kuai Liang:

Kuai Liang: “You call vengeance a sin?”

Reader: “It consumes, corrupts, and damns.”

Kuai Liang: “Then I am already lost.”

Reader Vs. Johnny Cage

Johnny cage: “So, like….you’re a glowing hall monitor?”

Reader: “I am the Heaven’s executor, you mortal!”

Johnny cage: “Chill! I was just gonna offer you a role.”

Reader Vs. Shang Tsung

Shang Tsung: “I have dined on angel souls of your sisters.”

Reader: “I shall kill you to remove your corruption from their souls.”

Shang Tsung: “I doubt an Angel like you can kill me.

Reader Vs. Bi-Han

Bi-Han: “You claim mortal superiority.”

Reader: “I am divinity itself.”

Bi-Han: “Then you shall be humbled.”

Reader Vs. Kitana

Kitana: “Your kind only sees black and white.”

Reader: “Sin is not a matter of perceptive.”

Kitana: “Then you are blind to nuance.”

Reader Vs. Reptile

Reptile: “You see me as a beast.”

Reader: “You are a creature of instinct and corruption.”

Reptile: “Then let me show you my true nature.”

Reader Vs. Ashrah

Ashrah: “I fight for redemption.”

Reader: “Demons like you do not get second chances.”

Ashrah: “I will prove you wrong.”

Reader Vs. Geras

Geras: “Time has seen many like you fall.”

Reader: “Time bends to divine order.”

Geras: “You are not the god you believe you are.”

Reader Vs. Reiko

Reiko: “You’ve got wings—do you bleed?”

Reader: “Only when justice demands sacrifice.”

Reiko: “Then bleed for Outworld.”

Reader Vs. Havik

Havik: “Order is a disease.”

Reader: “Then let me cure your disease.”

Havik: “I don’t want to be cured by your ways.”

Reader Vs. Smoke

Smoke: “I fight for my clan’s survival.”

Reader: “Mortal bloodlines mean nothing in eternity.”

Smoke: “Then let me remind you of ours.”

Hoped you guys enjoyed this post!

Kung Lao x Taller and Buffer! Fem Reader Headcanons

Secretly obsessed

• If you’re buffer and taller, he’s definitely gonna be a bit obsessed but play it off.

•He tries to pretend he doesn’t really care until the moment you manage to chuck him over your shoulder like a bag of rice which he won’t deny that he loved it.

The little spoon

• Kung Lao probably makes fun of you for being so tall but we all know behind closed doors during bedtime he loves being a little spoon.

• He has at least called you “mountain woman” or “giantess” as his attempt at joking with you.

Sparring practice

• He tries to challenge you constantly to a sparring match to impress you.

• Even if you beat him like more than half the times he grins like an idiot and tries to show you off as being a badass.

Biggest hype man

• Maybe when you two go camping or training and he sees you pick up a large log or even break one, he’ll be clapping and whistling like an idiot but he’s just happy to show you off like a trophy.

Teasing with love

• “You sure you’re not part dragon?” or, “did I forget my ladder again.” are definitely some of the cringy flirty lines he uses in public to be loving.

• Ironic that he enjoys teasing you for your strength and height but after Johnny joked about it with you, let’s say it ended with Kung Lao and Johnny being in the infirmary after you separated them like two fighting cats.

Protective at his height

• Since Kung Lao is around 5’10, let’s say you’re a couple inches taller or much more taller if you must.

•He’s convinced he’s somehow gonna defend you if a fight breaks out like a small dog. “Let me handle this.”

• Well it ended with you dealing with it since Kung Lao kinda…obviously embarrassed himself trying to handle it

Respect is given

• Lastly, Kung Lao would always respect you even if your more taller or buffer because his respect is deep for you.

• He would never try to “soften” you up since he loves seeing that you are confident with being a powerful woman

If there’s any grammar issues, forgive my dyslexia but I hope you enjoy this!

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Hanging out with Sheeva

A/N: just a heads up I haven’t played as Sheeva in so long I spent a couple of hours playing as her again cause I missed her and this probably won’t be the most accurate 😔

• back in MK11 her friendship being her playing music on wine glasses, as long as you ask Sheeva would probably teach you how to “play” music on them

• along with her having four arms, if you’re shorter than Sheeva I can see her probably using your head as an arm rest for her top arms

• sheeva could definitely jokingly bench press you based on her strength

• if you give rocks as a gift then you definitely got competition. No matter the rocks you give she’s definitely gonna give one that’s larger or worth more

• going back to her world if you see one of the beasts over there during a hangout she will definitely be the one having to pick you up

Sorry this is kinda bad but I just got a cavity filled and I feel so out of it

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So my nose is still a big bleeding and sore, scratched my knee to the point it hurts to walk, almost broke a tooth, cut my forehead a bit and almost dislocated my shoulder which got me feeling like Daisuke from Mouthwashing.

I learned a lesson, never talk shit about Homelander. So hopefully when I feel a bit better I’ll finish a request someone sent me soon.

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Intros

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• With the first intro your hat appears out of thin air as you pull yourself out of the hat before putting it back on

• second intro you appear from a black hole that looks like your eye in a cartoonish manner before going back to looking normal

• third one you’re seen entering on your knees while playing a banjo which leaves your opponent purely confused

• finally you take off your hat like you were trying to be polite which revealed a bird doing the same with many smaller ones doing that same

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Outros

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• you pull out a old cartoonish looking cigar, lighting it before smoking it, managing to blow the smoke out your nose like a cartoon

• some old time music starts to play as you pull out a brown cane like someone would have with back issues, you hold it between both your hands and tap dance before posing

• like a cowboy in a western movie, you reach behind your back and pull out a gun. Yet instead of it shooting it has a stick poking out with some paper along a cartoony drawn “POW”

• you turn and somehow build up speed like a cartoon character, stuck in place for a moment before bolting off only leaving some dust

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Fatalities

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• you reach behind your back, pulling out two flags that had white and red. You wave it which confuses the opponent as one old cartoon toy plane flew at them causing an explosion that knocks them back. As they stand there injured you use your arm to release three small rockets that kill them quickly

• you wrap the opponent in a burlap sack, allowing other characters to stomp on it as they walk away you leave but not before throwing a cigarette at the bag causing an explosion

• while the opponent is out of it, you pull out a large bomb from behind you with hands and legs. As the bomb ticks you punch and kick the opponent closer to the bomb, as soon as the fuse stops the opponent is right beside it as it goes off

• you whistle causing a flower pot to fall onto the opponent, while they hold their head more items begin to follow on their head. A cartoonish anvil falls on their head breaking their neck, a tv falling down on them causing them to fall directly on their back, but at last a piano fell on them which finally killed them

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Animality

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• you transform into the Bird of Paradise yet still cartoonish. A loud looney tunes style sound effect played as you swooped down to the opponent making them spin and tumble. You grab them in your beak, shaking them violently like they were a ragdoll, you would dramatically slam them to the ground causing them to break apart as a puff of smoke and animated stars to appear.

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Friendship

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• your hat begins to shake violently before opening which reveals some cartoon dynamite. It causes you to shake as the dynamite went off, leaving you a mess covered in smoke. Your outfit was smoky, some parts blown up, hat a mess, as the bird from your hat lets out some cuckoo clock sounds like it was trying to mock you.

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