𓉸ྀིRUCKOOOS࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Ok so first: my name is Ruckoos :-) I am genderfluid achillean and Filipino (PINOYS REPRESENTT)

My pronouns are (he/they)

I am 15, so I only do/interact with sfw things here. I beseech that you do the same.

I, personally, am an Occult practictioner, but alllll religions are welcome here :>>

I'm homeschooled, so I am chronically active on here lolzz :33

I wanna be a cinematographer/game dev when I grow up

I have Adhd

My favorite movies are: Kill Bill 1, Planet Terror, Final Destination 3, and Rec2

My favorite book is Crime and Punishment

I have no favorite artist HHAHA I just listen to whoever, as long as it sounds nice. I don't even have a genre either.

My favorite character OAT is A.K.I from sf6

!!!RULES FOR INTERACTING!!!

ok lets start with the big ones

I do NOT want: pro-1sra3l weirdos; p3d0s, MAPs or wtv you gross things call yourselves; right-wingers; people who don't support LGBTQIA+ rights; people who don't support women's rights; people who don't support POC rights; ableists; zoos; pro-ice goofs

you get the gist.

My comments will always be open for discussions and, self-explanatorily, comments! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not get into scuffles or fights or heavy arguments, I want my blog to be our little campfire where we can huddle and talk; no matter your side on the argument, wether you're right or wrong, wether I agree with you or not, this isn't the place for that. Any and all forms of harassment to me or my ruffles (thats what I call u guys 🙈) will be blocked on sight.

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When you ask, specify the:

pov (m!reader, trans!reader, amab!reader, gn!reader, f!reader, child!reader)

characters (can be as many as u want! But 4-5 max if you want quick response)

and genre (fluff, comfort, angst, headcannon, drabble, full fic (with a storyline)

Also if you plan on being a recurring ruffle in my blog and you wanna remain anonymous, then claim an emoji!

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I DONT WRITE FOR:

NSFW of any kind

Polyamory (nothing against it, just not comfortable enough to portray it)

Religious themed, Abuse, drug abuse, yandere, sh

character x character

Adult x child romance (the child!reader was, is, and always will be platonic)

I write for the following characters:

MK11:

baraka, cassie cage, cetrion, erron black, frost, fujin, jacqui, geras, jade, jax, johhny cage (old and young), rambo, kabal, kano, kitana, kotal khan, kung lao, liu kang, mileena, noob saibot, raiden, rain, hanzo, shao kahn, skarlet, spawn, sub-zero, terminator

MK1:

Noob saibot, homelander, shang tsung, general shao, havik, reptile/syzoth, kenshi, scorpion, bi-han, liu kang, johnny cage, geras, rain/zeffeero, kung lao, baraka, smoke, omni-man, reiko

SF6:

Ryu, Luke, Ed, Guile, ken, dee jay, Manon, jp, rashi, A.K.I (my beloved), mai, kimberly, juri

TEKKEN:

Kazuya, Eddy Gordo, Jin, Victor, Lars, Paul, King, Asuka, Hwoarang, Claudio, Bryan, Raven, Azucena, yoshimitsu, Shaheen

DBD:

Wraith, Trapper, the Shape, Doctor, Legiom (all of them), Ghostface, Oni, Executioner, Wesker, Knight, Dracula, David, Yui, Zarina, Felix, Elodie, Jonah, Vittorio, Gabriel Soma

do note that the main reason why i don't write for some characters is bc my comfort with writing them is purely situational. if a character u wanna order isn't on the list then still try to shoot me a dm and I'll tell if you if I'm comfortable enough or not. But the characters I do list are free game tho.

(may or may not add rainbow six siege and call of duty 👀, but not yet tho so stay tuned)

SPEEDY McGEE

so when I look at that cute little guy, all I can think of is how heavy he is

first of all, look at the man's chest and arms... yeah that dude weighs a TON. Like the protein and plain testosterone on that man feels enough to go rock climbing with (i mean to say he is the mountain) (or maybe the tree?) (nvm thats a lie, I hc him as short hehehehe)

I fully believe that Kabal, Speedy McGee over here, knows completely how much he weighs in a gymbro/sporty guy sense. He is very aware of how hefty and powerful he is, yet I'm not so sure that awareness extends to just basic living.

imagine: You're laying in bed on your stomach, maybe watching a movie, and you're vibing completely! Then, all of a sudden, you feel a massive weight on top of your entire body, as if an elephant broke into your room.

At first you freak out, thinking you're having a heart attack, as your entire body is sinking deeper into your mattress, until you hear:

"Hey there, cutie. Whatchu doing over here alone?"

you don't respond at first, because duhr, a total unit of a man is weighing you down. But Kabal doesn't think that through (himbo ilhsm) and just assumes you're trying to be funny and ignore him.

"Oh ok, so you're just gonna ignore me huhhhhhhh" he rolls his eyes, "alriiight fiiiiinnneeeee"

he proceeds to bounce his body on top of yours.

You then proceed to die </3

just kidding! After a bounce or two, he hears a wheeze out of you, then it instantly hits him that: "Oh shit! My sweetie can't breathe!"

he instantly gets off of you, but no biggie, you're laughing your ass off, telling him "How do you always forget that you're so fucking heavy?"

He takes offense at this, playfully of course, and you two get in a little bed scuffle, hitting each other with pillows and the blanket. You mock one another, joking about which one is weaker or stronger.

It results in a lengthy hug, that ends in a long nap. And there you lay, cradled in Kabal's heavy arms, feeling his weight slowly get on top of you more as he starts to roll a bit in his sleep.

Strangely, this did not feel as suffocating as the last time! Since his body was more relaxed, his body no longer felt like skin-wrapped bricks dropped on top of you, rather, a warm, solid duvet that wrapped around you, cushioning you.

When you're in Kabal's hug, you feel protected. It felt as if you were covered in the world's most effective armor, resistant to all pain, fear and weaponry, while at the same time wrapped in a warm blanket.

To make it even better, his weight was not exactly pushing you down; it would be more accurate to say his weight was pressing you, like a massage with infinitely long intervals.

Kabal on top of you honestly feels chiropractic! Your muscles were relaxed and "massaged" by his mass, your skin was warmed by his body-warmth, and your nervous system was calmed by his calmed heartbeat and breath.

To be honest, it was quite polarizing. An energetic and, literally, speedy man on top of you, somehow more soothing than a calming river.

And as a cherry on top, it was effortless. Kabal was literally fixing your life in his sleep. It was quite attractive to be honest... OwO

You fall asleep soon after, and you have the best sleep and the best dreams of your life. When you wake up, you open your eyes to his face still on your back. Kabal wakes soon after, and smiles at you.

It may sound cheesy, but your love for him grew times a thousand that night, and you found your new favorite part time with him.

And he was more than happy to indulge you.

KANO

i know I went in depth about how much of a heavy boi Kabal is, but its literally a whole new dimension with Kano.

I mean, his torso is as big as a door, and he's probably as tall as the room! My man is physically and spiritually a Goliath.

I could go on and on about this man's body, but let's keep the implications PG :>>>

let's just sayyyyyyyy thattt you're dating a tiger. Probably bigger, maybe as heavy, maybe as tall, even more lethal, a hundred times more loving.

Unlike Kabal, however, I won't say this man is unaware of his weight: He absolutely knows every single moment of the day.

It's a main thing with Kano, really. If you're sitting down next to him, he puts his arm over your shoulder and lets it slump, causing you to slouch.

He chides: "Oi, come on love. Ya can't be having a bad posture, huh? Not good for you..."

Other times, when he's sitting across from you, he just crosses his legs over yours like a + shape, and laughs when he notices that your legs start to get pins and needles

But don't take this as me saying that he's negligent with you! Sure, he may mock how much stronger he is than you, but with his full body? No. he knows how massive he is, he knows he might hurt you.

One day, when you two are laying down next to each other, you suggest to him the idea of him laying on top of you.

"Hey Kano? Babe?"

"Hm?"

"Can you lay on top of me?"

"... What the fuck, love? Ya know I might be too big Y/N, I can't have you dying on me already. Not this quick, at least, I haven't filled your heart enough" He laughs.

it takes some pushing, but eventually he decides to do it. It took even more adjusting, as you realized that he was right: You might actually die.

it took the both of you a couple of experiments, but you figured out the golden position.

You lay on your side while Kano lays behind you. His leg and arm facing up goes over and wraps over you as he wraps his torso close to your back.

You shrug internally. This isn't exactly what you had in mind and you were kind of bummed he couldn't just lay on top of you, but you told yourself that this was good enough.

oh it was more than enough actually...

First of all, this tiger's arm and leg legitimately feel as heavy as a fully grown body. I mean, i swear to god, it almost felt like cuddling two people: one holding you tightly behind you, another laying right on top of you.

Like with Kabal, his heartbeat and breathing synchronized with yours, hypnotizing you to sleep with ease.

Your body turns to mush in the best way possible in Kano's arms. Arms that caused the death of many, held you close like you were a relic.

You never slept so quickly

P.S. a few days later, you were curious, and asked Kano to completely lay down on you. Huge mistake. You were couhging and heaving for almost half an hour afterwards.

Perhaps its best you stick with the side position for now <3

Good night !

Y/N sat in the dungeons, bored out of their minds. Shang Tsung, whom assumed the role of a father figure, was out and about in Outworld, doing Gods know what to his enemies. Y/n has been living in Shang Tsung's palace, spoiled by riches and magic, and living their days in total material ecstasy. However, a serious void started to grow within Y/N's heart. It called for them to be better, with a tone that sounded not empathetic, rather harsh and demeaning.

A day ago, Shang Tsung informed them that he would go on a mission to intercept "Liu Kang's lackeys," and that he would hopefully be returning the next evening. Y/N, being the obedient adoptive child they were, promised to look after the Tarkatan prisoners that Shang Tsung had imprisoned for "further experimentation".

And there they were. In the fetid dungeon with nothing to do, except deal with the demeaning thoughts within them.

'But what could those thoughts possibly mean?' they thought, just sitting on a barrel in the dungeons, peering into the eyes of the Tarkatan prisoners. They fidget with a bone they found on an exploration a few weeks prior, one where they snuck their way through the Tarkat territory, revitalizing the agility they once weaponized in the past. Snarls and bangs from the jail cells resounded in the cobblestone basement, but for some reason, they did not startle Y/N as they should. Could it be that they started to become accustomed to the sounds of suffering?

BANG! CRASH! AKHHH!

The Tarkatan prisoners slammed their scaled bodies against the metal, trying to escape - However, to Y/N, it felt like a yes to their internal questions.

Y/N abruptly lifted their eyes from the prisoners, throwing their gaze far away, as if resisting the "truth". Y/N involuntarily pressed their finger against the bone, slicing a finger on the jagged edge.

"Ach!" Y/N exclaimed, sucking on the wound and compressing it with their other fingers. It was as if the universe was scolding them, saying "Do not turn away from the truth! Face it! Face the pain!"

Y/N sighed, turning their eyes back on the prisoners, almost subconsciously connecting with their state. They were both stuck, yet had a bit of space; but what good was space when your world was dim and you knew not what you had, rather, what you were lacking.

"What's so bad about Shang Tsung anyways?" Y/N reasons, pretending as though their mouth was the mouth of someone else, in hopes receiving the credibility of an outside perspective. The universe, trying to speak, banged the bars of the cell.

"I mean..." They continue, "He's just... focused? He has a goal? He chases retribution for his past of squalor." A sigh escapes their lips. A snarl escapes the lips of the prisoners.

"He's talented. He's cunning. He's intelligent. He's skilled in the dark arts..." Y/N adds under their breath, a new train of thought arriving. Shang Tsung was an excellent black magician! His adepthood on spells and potions was impressive, regardless of a man's views on him, he has to agree. Shang Tsung was a marvelous magician.

How could someone like Y/N, a runaway that specialized in running away, be in the grace of as good of a magician as Shang Tsung? Was this the void in Y/N's heart? Was it that they were living in his luxury with nothing to show for it?

Quickly, Y/N looked at their watch (a gift from Shang Tsung on their birthday) and saw that the time was half an hour to sunset.

"Am I really going to do this??" Y/N asked themselves out loud. The prisoners banged on the jail cell and roared as loud as a bomb. Yes.

Springing into action, Y/N ran towards the desk against the main wall, covered in blood, books, syringes extracted from multiple species', and gruesome parts from Gods know where. Y/N grabbed a random book and opened its contents.

"Acid... Explosives... Snakes... Disguises... Telekinetic abilities..." They ran their fingers through the main headers of each chapter, searching for one that would impress their dear, new father. When their finger reached the final page, Y/N threw it aside and searched the other books.

"Light... Invisibility... Wealth... Healing... Disfiguration..." They threw it.

Then they threw another.

Then another.

Until their finger found one that was perfect.

"The Beast."

"This is the one!" Y/N exclaimed in excitement. They opened it and ecstatically read the description."

"This spell enchants the practitioner. When done correctly, a ferocious, four legged beast from Earthrealm will emerge. It wields sharp teeth, a hunter's nose, fearsome eyes, ferocious hunger, and a dominating spirit on humans."

Y/N gasps. It was perfect. Their mind rushed in delight, conjuring up hundreds of ideas. If they did the spell well enough, Shang Tsung will surely be impressed when he comes home! Surely this would be enough to defeat that feeling of inadequacy!

Within minutes, Y/N had finished the mixture, which was surprisingly simple. Y/N just took a tiny pot that sat in the corner and used it as a cauldron. They took a syringe of old Zaterran extract, and a few drops of Tarkatan spinal fluid, and finally their own blood, which they took from their old wound. "This beast must be fearsome if these are the ingredients!" Y/N assumed.

Will it work? Will it dissolve the bad feelings in me? How cool would this being look? I hope it's nice to me. Oh, imagine going on missions with it! Shang Tsung will surely be proud of me! I hope I get to keep the beast! How ferocious is it really? The writers of these books are old and spoke in hyperbole, I wonder if...

Too swept away by the fantasies, Y/N absentmindedly stirred the mixture with their finger; the finger with the wound.

A thud resounded in the cellar.

~~~~~~~

Shang Tsung strode into his abode, exhausted but not worn out. His lips curled at a corner, snarling in annoyance with the day. Servants tried to tend to him, offering him tea and towelettes with fearful expressions.

He shook them off of him, roaring out his frustrations and storming ahead of them. "I do not need tea, nor towels! Liu Kang's little buffoons have gotten away again. Don't you realize of how much import this is? All the work I've done, all that I've built and all that I strive for will disappear!

They will mess everything up with their puny, disgusting hands! Those imbeciles are weaseling their way out of everything and it drives me into lunacy! But where is Y/N, I haven't heard from them. Call them from their quarters."

The servants gulped; this is what they feared.

"Lord Shang Tsung... We don't know where Y/N is!"

Shang Tsung stops in his tracks. All thoughts, all annoyances, all exhaustion were gone. It was a terrifying sight, to see him stand still, as if his motionlessness was on par with lethality.

He turns his head slowly back towards them. "What do you mean you don't know where they are... Isn't that ONE of the ONLY jobs that I've given you??"

Shang Tsung pushes past them, sending teapots, towels and people to the ground. As quick as he can, he rushes to your room. Praying on their idiocy, hoping you were still there, he barges into your room. Nothing.

Panic starts to set in, a form of desperation that he's never felt since before his transformation. He runs into every single room of his palace, shouting your name out so loudly someone may assume blood would come out too.

The panic became fear, then the fear became rage. What if Liu Kang's "buffoons" or "lackeys" came and took you? What were they doing to you? The thought of you being hurt sent the sorcerer into an unbridled rage.

Until he remembered your promise. With a rekindled hope, he rushes past everything and descends into the dungeons.

"Y/N! Y/N? Are you still here?" He calls out. He sees nothing. Overcome with total worry, Shang Tsung runs through the whole of the underground system, until he comes across your cauldron.

At first he was confused, what were you trying to do? He read the chapter you followed, and made sense of the evidence in front of him. Oh no...

He started to giggle. It may be horrible, but he started to snicker. Then a laugh. Then a whole roaring sound of humor.

"Silly Y/N! You used the wrong spellbook!" He yells out into the dungeons, knowing you were there. Soft, light footsteps started to get closer, as Shang Tsung expected.

"This spell book," Shang Tsung states, while picking it up, "transforms you. It doesn't summon."

As he thought, when the footsteps got closer, the familiar Y/N didn't appear, instead, a tiny, adorable, puppy doberman emerged from the darkness. He smiled at you, still snickering in his mind, but keeping his composure as to not embarass you. Your tail wags, although slowly, signifying a hint of shame. Your clothes dragged by your feet, tattered and dirty from how much you were running (from fear? or instincts?)

Shang Tsung picked you up, saying his "hello"s and "I missed you"s, kissing you on your forehead. In response, you peck your snout on his cheek, as if kissing him back. He holds you tight.

"You had me worried there, dear one. I thought those imbeciles under Liu Kang got to you! Why were you doing this anyways? Bah, who has the time or the tongue for such things! Come, I'll teach you how to reverse spells."

I shudder, flicking my fingers. I rock myself back and forth on my bed, hoping the tumbling ball of feeling inside me will die down. Going on tournaments and winning them, doing modelling gigs and taking up acting roles -Manon was busy, you could say. I was never really fond of going out, most just felt pointless. The sounds, the sensations, the volume and, hell, the presence of other people weighed me down. It felt like it scratched me inside, making me writhe in discomfort. I preferred the parks and the forest, although I can't handle going there too much, so for the most part, I go nowhere. But with Manon... She soothed me. Despite her audience, despite the publicity, despite her being the cynosure of Europe, she ironically felt like space; she was a bubble. When I was with her, her presence drowned out the sounds, the feelings, the noise, the heat... just everything. Manon made me feel like I was the only boy in the world who mattered, and it was only with her that I could handle going anywhere.

And that's where her schedule spikes me in the chest. Acting, competing and modelling were all professions that she balanced marvelously, despite the crushing pressure in all of them. She'd leave home early, of course not without a proper farewell, and she'd come home late, exhausted but not leaving me neglected. Manon's time was spent to the max, thus she could barely spend true time with me. Every time I'd mustered up the courage to invite her before, she would sigh a heave of regret and say "I don't have space in my schedule, mon amor..." and I'd end up going alone. It just wasn't the same when she wasn't by my side. It wasn't the words or the touches that mattered, it was her being there. So now, in our shared home, her not being there meant not much mattered. I could retreat to my room and my interests, yes, but God... I can't deny it didn't feel as fun when I couldn't sense her around.

Luckily, though! Her string of tournaments started tapering down this month, her victories piling up as less and less opponents stood up to her; her acting roles reached their finish as the projects were all filmed and ready to be aired; and her modeling gigs took up less space as the fashion season calmed down. Soon, Manon's schedule started to loosen up, and the time was just right for me to ask her out.

...

But should I though? I mean... She must be exhausted, both physically and mentally, should I really inconvenience her right now? Should I wait a while? Or should I not wait at all? Hm... Ok ok, I'll wait. But how long? How long is a normal time to wait? Will she feel rushed if I ask her in a few days? Will she feel neglected if I ask her in a couple weeks? Should I compromise and asking her in a week? No! Tomorrow!

Two days! One day! Three days! No days! One week! Don't ask at all! Thousands and thousands of possibilities churned their way into my head. The rails of my mind being grinded with rusty metals of doubt, making it feel like a labyrinth of a process. My breath started to feel manual, i could feel my eyes move, I could feel the clothes on my back, my fingers touching. I jolt up from my seat, pacing the room again and again, trying to come up with a solution while also trying to calm myself down.

"Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow!" I scream to myself, like i was setting a record straight to a bodyless spectator; or convincing myself I had an answer.

"Tomorrow? Why, what's happening tomorrow, mon cherie (my darling)?" The soft, French voice, inquired from the doorway. Her eyes were lively and soothing, but her bags beneath them spoke of a different story. Manon was wearing her coat loosely draped over her shoulders, her hair combed and straight.

Not tomorrow. Today.

"I..." I mutter, flicking my fingers, eyes darting about, trying to exert all my effort into pushing the words. It was taking forever, but it didn't feel like it, Manon had that healing charm of patience with me that didn't make me feel rushed.

"Why don't you write it down, mon coeur (my heart) ? You don't have to say it if you can't!" She goes over to my art table, and takes a piece of paper and pen, both of which she knew were for disposable purposes. Of course she'd know, she kept track of how I manage things. Manon handed the paper and pen to me, a slight yet still warming smile on her face. I take them, uncapping the pen and shakily writing: "Can I take you out sometime?"

I hand it back to her hastily, preparing myself for an explanation followed by a no. But instead...

Manon chuckles. "Hahaha! You want to go out with me? Of couuursee, ma vie! I was going to ask you myself!" I shudder again. I was stressing out for no reason.

"Were you worried I'd say no?" She giggles, but not mockingly. She places her hands lightly above mine, our version of a hug.

"I will always say yes to be with you, mon plus grand coeur (my greatest heart). Now! How does a crepe picnic in the park sound?"

FIN

A pattering rain blitzed down onto Earthrealm, its cold liquid bullets hailing down onto the beings below. One of those beings was Y/N. Barreling through the thickets of the forest, y/n stumbled through the vines and roots of trees, evading the apprehension of the villagers. A small, leather pouch of koins in their hands was clasped tightly underneath their dexterously kleptic fingers, held close to their chest.

"Do not let them get away!" "Cease them!" the angry mob would roar, ripping through the nature, only several feet away from y/n; their sticks used as clubs were brandished in the air, ready to hit. Y/n heaved, exhaustion piling up in their lungs, the muscles in their limbs were practically stabbing them, like they had switched sides with the mobs. They must think of a solution quickly.

As if celestially granted, a thick, ropey vine had fallen from the branches of a tree. With celerity, y/n grabbed onto it, pulling themself up to the head of the tree in the nick of time, before the people could even try to grab them.

"Quick; climb, climb!" They yelled, donning their attempt to ascend up the tree. Y/n smirked, a slight giggle even escaped their usually clasped lips; tree chases were their specialty. The moment a man's head popped up from the leaves, his face was met with a cold shove, sending him dropping down to the ground below. It was on. More people had climbed up, but their feet displayed symptoms of imbalance. Taking advantage of their tenderfeet, a treetop chase ensued. More and more ground (or should I say branch) did y/n cover, the sounds of more of them falling to the ground was like music. Soon, only one of them had remained --a man about twice y/n's size was only a couple of feet behind, an arm outstretched to grab the teen. But y/n paid no mind, devising a plan in the flick of a wrist. They dropped in between the gaps of the branch, holding on only by one hand. Stunned, yet trapped in motion, the man kept running forward, granting purchase for y/n to grab his ankle and trip him down. He fell flat on his back, with no further sounds made.

~o~

Y/n winced as they walked, a limp developing on their left foot. It appears that during the scuffle, they had dislocated their left ankle, jabbing with needles everytime pressure was laid on it. They tutted their teeth, looking for a place to settle for the night. At the very least, though, they had earned a pouch of about... 300 Koins! That would get them at least somewhere for the night.

They were debating what pastry to get for dinner, when the glint of a caravan lantern shone in the distance. Blinking, wiping the raindrops from their eyes, y/n descried a young man, seemingly in his 30s, with a defeated complexion. There were bruises, marks, scratches and blood all over his face, his hair was a mess as well.

He was the merchant y/n had always heard about! It was said he sold healing potions and ointments that could cure almost all ailments. Y/n looked down at their ankle --maybe a sprain was covered with that.

~o~

Shang Tsung, a devious merchant thrown into defeat, sat at the steps of his trashed caravan. He looked down at the ground, eyes empty and inward focused, until coins were thrown on the ground in front of him. Snapped from his wuthering, he looked up to see a malnourished, shivering, slumped over kid with matted h/c hair, and tired e/c eyes.

"What do you want, kid..." Shang Tsung sighed, picking up the coins and looking at y/n in the eyes. But they didn't say anything, they didn't even move, like he didn't say a thing. Instead, they just looked down at their foot.

"Do you... want medicine for it?" Y/n pointed to the glass bottles on display. Shang Tsung was slightly alleviated from his state, like this kid stumbling from the dark was an omen he hadn't exactly failed in his schemes. He stood up from his steps to grab a bottle, but he stopped, looking down at the smashed bottle in the soil.

He sighed, half-frustrated and half-disappointed; was he really going to stoop so low to exploit a poor child's injury? Ugh... he couldn't.

Shang Tsung through the coins back at y/n, saying nothing more than "sit here", gesturing to the steps of his van. They didn't say anything, only furrowing their eyebrows, pointing back at the bottle. Shang Tsung just shook his head. "It's rubbish. Sit down."

Y/n obeys, sitting down at the desired spot. Shang Tsung pulls out a cloth from one of his cabinets, walking back towards y/n, setting a hand on their foot. Defensively, y/n pulled it back, but Shang firmly held their calf. "Shush, I won't hurt you." Seemingly eased by this, y/n relaxed their muscles, allowing their foot back into Shang's hold. He started to wrap the limb with the cloth, every now and then ripping it in half to make more gauze.

"It's all rubbish. All of it. Everything here is a sham, young one..." He mutters, his words ending with a shameful intonation, like his statements were meant for himself to hear. "Nothing here works. I've fabricated each lie, each beard, each deception, each story, each recipe..! Each and every bottle here is all... just... rubbish."

Reaching the end of the gauze, Shang Tsung gently sets down y/n's foot. Standing up, turning back to try and repair the broken display shelves; but not before he turns to y/n. "You don't deserve to be around here. You need to leave."

But they don't. They stay put. Only looking up to him, like a lost dog. The shines and glints of their eyes seemed to twinkle a code, one of a distress signal. Y/n didn't want to leave. And Shang Tsung started to feel like he didn't want them to, either.

Suddenly, a being in silver glided through the darkness, and into the lantern's light. Out of instinct, y/n ran into the corner of the van, hugging their knees and hiding. Before he could call out to them, Shang Tsung was invoked. "That was an excellent ruse, your disguise."

Y/n peeked out of the corner of cartons to see the two conversing, the body language of Shang slowly turned more and more firm, like he was being awakened and strengthened. Y/n hummed in admiration, the woman seemed to be very convincing.

After a few minutes, Shang turned back to Y/n, a reborn expression plastered onto his face. "Young one..." he starts, "Do you want to join me?"

~o~

"Hold him still! We cannot extract marrow if he's moving!" Shang Tsung ordered to his subordinates, restraining Baraka down.

"You don't have to do this!" Baraka screams out, but to no avail.

Y/n stands right behind him, clinging to Shang Tsung, who inserts a thick needle into the Tarkatan's spine. Y/n presses themselves into Shang Tsung's side, the sight too lachrymose but intriguing.

The sorcerer pulls away from the tarkatan, flicking his nail onto the syringe, peering into the translucent, yellow substance. Y/n nudges his arm, motioning to it. Shang Tsung chuckles.

"Don't worry, young one, he isn't harmed that badly" He chuckles with his usual slyness, "It's just an... extraction, that's all. Do you remember what I told you? This is all a part of the plan -for me to rule all of outworld and every single realm there is!" He places the extracted substance into his pocket, turning his focus to y/n, getting on his knees and placing his hands on their shoulders. Shang Tsung looked into Y/n's eyes, his malice replaced with vulnerable tenderness. "I can grant you anything you desire, young one. I can take care of you for the rest of your life." He glances to the Tarkatans on their knees all around, cowering in fear, "This is... Just a part of it."

He hands out his pinky finger. "I swear I will."

Y/n shuddered a bit; this was a whole new world to them. Were they familiar and well acquainted to the life of delinquency? Absolutely. Did they have their share with terrorism and violence? Well, y/n is no stranger.

But this... it felt too much. Although... the temptation of being cared for; the feeling of family with this man... It was too good to pass up.

Y/n decided to trust Shang Tsung. They locked their pinky onto his. The sorcerer's eyes twinkled with pride, his one sided smirk appearing back onto his lips. The two did their secret handshake, one incorporating finger guns and swords; a secret handshake the two had developed weeks before as a nonverbal oath.

Suddenly, three Earthrealmers ran into the dunes, dropping down to the sand, launching an attack. Out of instinct, Y/n jumped in front of Shang Tsung to hopefully protect him.

"We must go!" Shang Tsung called, shapeshifting into a tarkatan, grabbing Y/n's hand and yanking them away.

~o~

Y/n sat on top of a barrel, watching over the three prisoners in Shang Tsung's laboratory. The yakuza member lay motionless in the corner, eye sockets empty and dark; the Tarkatan sat in defeat against a wall; and the hollywood star yelling out.

"Hey, you! Yeah, you, kid! Do you have no fucking shame with yourself? I mean- ha- you ripped out my friends eyes out of nowhere! And now you're acting all innocent and childish over there?! How old are you? You know, when I was around your age I was reading Playboy magazines, not fucking blinding people!"

The star's complaints did naught other than make y/n giggle, rolling their eyes with a smirk on their lips; a one sided smirk that they had developed with the man they were slowly starting to consider a father. Y/n hopped off the barrel, approaching the prisoners, peering at the japanese man, looking at the results of their violence. Suddenly, Johnny's arm outstretched out of the bars and grabbed at their hair, yanking their head straight onto the metal, granting no more noise than a yelp.

As quick as it started, a slash appeared onto the American's forearm.

"AAHH!" He screams, falling into the ground. Shang Tsung stepped closer to the cage, eyeing Johnny Cage in specific.

"Touch them again, and I'll do worse to your face than any of your movies could direct." He retracted his claws, turning to y/n and patting their hair and back. "Are you alright, my dear?" He places a hand on your back and guides you away from the prison, walking to the more general part of his lab.

He is met with only a giggle, with you crossing your arms, with one forearm straight up. Just like his.

"Aww did you get that from me?" Shang Tsung smirked, the same way that you did. You nod, dropping your arms and wrapping them around him. He scoffs in a cooing manner, lazily yet firmly holding you close.

"I'm so proud of you for what you did to that man, young one. You're learning." Shang Tsung mumbles, caressing your hair in the spot Johnny pulled. He tutted.

"What do you want? The moment I rule the realms, your wish is the first I shall grant. What will it be?" He puts a hand on your chin, making you look up at him, his other on your back.

You think for a moment, humming in thought.

"I want a banquet of food! Pork, beef, chicken, I want it all!" You spoke, to his surprise. You were greeted with a hearty laugh, one so fatherly and caring it was uncanny in comparison with your milieu.

"So you speak!" Shang Tsung can only manage out, after a few more tides of laughter. "A banquet it is then! I'll get you the best chicken, the best pork, the best beef and mutton that all the realms have to offer! I'll get you fruit assortments too, if you'd like that?"

You nod.

He smirks, hugging you tighter. "I'll get you everything, my child."

"I love you."

__KANO

strikes me as a violence, splatterpunk enjoyer.

his favorite movie of all time is Terrifier 2 definitely. Now I say this because of a... certain scene (iykyk) which I can honestly see him taking as inspiration

But aside from Terrifier, Kano would be a Saw fanatic, with Saw VI being his favorite.

Some honorable mentions for movies he has violated your optic organs with + where you watched them:

-Hostel: he took you to Europe (or back to Australia if you alr live there) for vacation, treating you like a prince/princess/royalty the whole day. This was partly so he could drop the bomb of this movie on you at night, but obv bc Kano luvs u <3. Anyways, you two were settling down in your hotel room, when he brought up the idea of watching a movie to end the day. "Just to end it on an even betta' note" he'd say, "I promise I know a reeaally romantic one that you'll like" You trusted him, turning a blind eye to the fact that you're with a deceived conman, completely placing your eyes in the trust of a man with an affinity to violence. He puts on the movie Hostel, and for the first part you didn't really see the romantic bit, just some goons who were trying to lose their virginity. Safe to say, about an hour in, you were mentally deteriorating at the rate of a war veteran. Kano definitely had to spoil you even more the next day as an apology -Final Destination 5: This one, you knew what you were getting yourself into. Doesn't mean you fully agreed to it, though. Kano went on his knees to beg you to allow him to show you. "It's really really fantastic, I promise, doll! It ain't even that bad! Just please please let me play it." *sigh* you just had to say yes! How could you say no to his gorgeous puppy eye? (LMAOO) When the acupuncture scene started, Kano looked into your eyes excitedly, wondering how you'd react. Would you scream (lovingly)? Would you shrivel (lovingly)? Would you just die inside (lovingly)? He was dying to see your face. When the man fell on his back, stabbing his back with the acupuncture needles, Kano was in an uncontrollable fit of laughter to see you wince and hide your face in a pillow. "Come onnnnnn, sweets! It wasn't even that bad!" yes it was.

If ever he's watching a new violent film for the first time, which is quite rare tbh, I see him with his jaw dropped, lips curled in a bit of a smirk while he watches people die. He wouldn't even laugh, he'd be speechless from being impressed.

You don't see it, mainly because he hides it, but he has a notepad by his side, with contraptions and methods jotted down.

BUT BACK TO THE PROMPT: during a movie marathon, he'd watch terrifier 1 and 2, with Final Destination 5 as a "break"

yes. He honestly thinks Final Destination isn't that violent. :l

He wouldn't do very long movie marathons, 3 movies max. BUTTT he could go longer if there were more violent movies out there.

You better thank the lucky stars there aren't a lot of very gory movies that Kano hasn't watched to memorization, or else you'll be strapped down to your seat watching six hours worth of people dying.

yeah... Our fine shyt is fucked up

Regarding his manners while watching a movie, he's a clapper and a cheerer 100%. He'd laugh loudly at kill scenes, nudging your shoulder to see how you'd react.

You:

let's do something more lighthearted now! What if you were to pick a movie?

He's ok with it, wouldn't be too invested, but isn't that bummed out by it. A casual movie watcher when you pick the movies; 3 movies definitely being his maximum

but only when you're picking the movie 💀 he's kinda selfish

What snacks would he bring?

I don't think this man eats anything while watching a movie tbh, I just can't see him eating candy, popcorn or a finger food that much.

I mean, he wouldn't go out of his way to make something (unless you beg him to make you popcorn, which he'll do) to watch a movie with -but if you gave him a snack, or if there was anything lying around, Kano would snack on it.

At most, i feel like the most this man would eat are things like chips and fries. he doesn't eat them often, but when you get them for him, he's a sloppy eater; chomping on them with his mouth open while laughing at people getting stabbed

You have to vacuum, deep clean, change the sheets, UV ray the area you two watched a movie in whenever he brings a snack. My man is a SWINE, leaving crumbs everywhere.

JUST AS A BONUS: He'd be sitting on the couch, an arm around the cushions, while you lay your head on his chest.

dream man fr <3

__KABAL

he's into everything. any and all movies, he can vibe with.

Doesn't matter if it's romance, comedy, rom-com, action, thriller, as long as you're there. But he does feel more interested in action movies.

Not action as in superheroes, although ofc he loves those too, he really appreciates movies with constant motion. (I'll expound on this more in a bit)

but tbh, I don't see him as a person who would gravitate to super violent movies.

NOT TO SAY HE'S INNOCENT AND PURE, I just feel like he doesn't want to be reminded of his job while he's with you

But ofc that's not to say he'll be turned off by violence. if, for example, the movie you two were watching had a gory scene, he'd still laugh at it.

"Did he just rip his fucking head off? Babe look, the blood on this is so realistic..!" "I know, I know already!" "The muscles are pulsing..!" "STOP DESCRIBING ITTT." you proceed to throw a pillow at him.

For your movie marathon, I see him watching 1990s-2000s. a HUUUUGEEE sucker for that era of movies.

Corniest mf in town. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME THIS MAN DOESN'T WATCH SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD

he doesn't care if it was ass, it's fun to see how trash it is, and thus it still counts as a good movie to him

he loves bad movies, he doesn't know why, but watching straight garbage for an hour and a half is just so entertaining. Maybe it's because he's a bad person (jk ^_^) but he always laughs at the actors, the characters, the people involved more than he laughs at the movie itself.

"That was horrible... Did people actually put their fucking money on this?" he scoffs, chuckling a bit.

trash is entertaining, what can i say. Thus I don't think he'd every complain about the plot. He'd only ever get frustrated with the details.

"Who the fuck says that in real life?" "What was the point of that?" "She could have just left the building, why did she stay???" "Babe, it's a movie."

But he is also an appreciator of good movies, let's not perpetuate the idea that our speedy fine shyt doesn't have standards !!! (he's with you ofc he has standards)

The Matrix and Constantine will always be his favorite movies, these are the kinda movies that are his favorites to watch, I believe.

This is what I mean by action movies, there's a constant problem that has to be solved instantly. Kabal feels gravitated here, mainly because he resonates with the feeling of fighting against something or battling an adversary.

A bit dark, yah ik, but it's more subconscious than he realizes. for all he knows, he just likes them.

BUT HE ALSO LOVES COMEDY, ROMANCE, SLAPSTICK AND ALL THE LIKE.

Take movies like Not Another Teen Movie, Legally Blonde, Notebook, Norbit, Madea, for example. The tearjerker movies and movies with raunchy, stupid humor are fun watches for him

lock me up, gag me with a chain, tie me to a post, sink my jailcell IDC. YOU CAN'T TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN'T LIKE NAPOLEON DYNAMITE.

I honestly think four is his average; if he's super tired then he'll watch 2 with you and pass out, if he's sat down with a whole free day, then he can do six.

The movie you two will watch will be: Die Hard, Devil's Advocate, Legally Blonde (just as a breather), then Notebook to end the night.

IF YOU KNOW THE WAY I SEE KABAL, YOU'D SEE WHY THESE MOVIES MAKE SENSE. In my canon world, Kabal has the most secure masculinity more than anybody.

He's a whisperer when it comes to manners while watching the movie. Kabal would lean in close and just whisper things... A LOT

This man. Talks. So. damn. Much.

EVEN WHEN HE'S NOT WHISPERING IN YOUR EAR, HE MUTTERS

You might as well turn down the volume of the movie the way this man is basically the subtitles. SHUT UP KABAL (jk don't ahaha you're so sexy)

"Ahhh that's why it's called Legally Blonde. She's blonde, and she's in law." "Why the fuck is he barefoot..." "He could have just told her the truth, why the fuck did he make it harder for himself? Tsk." "Kabal shut uppppppppp"

in terms of snacks, this man is canonly the one dude who can't open a bag of chips, and it also the dude who finishes the food before the intro ends.

Imagine you're trying to get immersed when Noah and Allie make out in the rain, and you hear this man grunt and scoff, struggling to open a Ruffles bag 💀

"Kabal, just let me do it." "Shut up I can do it myself..." he says in between grunts, trying to figure out where the strip is, making crinkling noises that drown out the movie. "no you can't just give it to me." he grumbles, handing it to you.

my little himbo airhead <3 (he's a murderous merc)

don't let this man hold your popcorn box. You put it in his hand, then 1... 2... 3... it's in the trash, emptied out and completely cleaned out

I feel like you two would be lying down, with you laying your back to his chest with his arm slung under your arm.

LOVE THIS MANNNNN

__AARON BLACK

This man is the most chill of the three

istg this man is so normal

too normal...

our unbothered fine shit is not too avid on cinema, let alone movie marathons.

But it's been a while since you two had time to settle down and relax with one another, so after a couple minutes of begging, he rolls his eyes and hands you the remote.

You'd lie down on his lap, while he rested his head on his hand, his elbow on the couch's armrest, while you were flicking through the movies.

This man is classic. Talented Mr. Ripley, Truman Show, The Shining, Lost Boys, and Back to the Future are paradigms of his taste.

Like Kabal, he's ok with whatever you want to watch, but UNLIKE Kabal, he won't like it.

Not big on girly movies, gory movies, romance, comedy and all the like.

He has very robust standards, and he'll put up with whatever you want, but the afformentioned are the ones that he'll actually enjoy.

I'd think that he'd only watch two or three movies, most of the time it's just two.

IDK I don't think he's that big on movies, but he can barely say no to you.

it's mostly a time issue, but even when you two have a lot of time, he'd rather spend it on more personal and romantic things than movies. but wtv, he's here with you now :3

the movies he'd watch with you are Lost Boys, Talented Mr. Ripley, and one that you wanna watch. Since he's a sweet boy (not rlly) he'll let you watch your movie first.

I feel like he's so boring when it comes to movies 😭 like he would rewatch these movies again and again, and never gets bored.

The last time he found a movie he liked was in the 90s, PICTURE THAT.

I think this is also why he barely complains about things: He's either watched it so many times that he's desensitize to it, or he just simply does not gaf.

In terms of how he'd act while watching a movie, I see that he'd be dead silent and motionless. Occasionally he'll rub your chest or head, which you really need so that you're reminded he's there.

He is dead silent too, and I feel like this also bleeds into his real life, but he makes no sound. You can't hear his breathing or heartbeat, sometimes you have to look up at him to see if he's alive and he just looks back down at you like 🤨

awkward dead-inside fine shyt, ilysm <333

This man doesn't bring snacks btw! He brings MEALS

definitely the type to bring whole steaks, string beans, rice, carrots, sauce and BEER to a movie marathon.

I'm not kidding, he's just eating whole ass courses while watching Lost Boys, and tbh that's kinda iconic.

doesn't let you get a bite tho >:( mean

he's also so expressionless other than his rbf, so if you were playing your movie, you'd have to wait almost two hours before you can tell wether or not he hated it. MOST OF THE TIME HE DOESN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING.

so you're got with the autistic, aro-ace dilf, despite all the celibate odds, you finally bagged him. Congrats!!!!

This man is more familiar with knuckles than he is with palms, so at the very beginning of your guys' relationship, it was kinda rocky and awkward.

after a whole life of dedicating himself to self-control and martial arts, you just felt like you were a breath of fresh air. Him letting loose with you didn't feel like a betrayal to his beliefs or vows, you felt like a pocket of air in the dark, dark waters.

He loves you dearly, more than martial arts tho? Hmmmm tbh I can't make up my mind. He loves you both dearly, then.

Surprisingly understanding! You would think that the man who's only interaction with people mainly consisted with them beating him to the ground (and vice versa), would know not a single thing about love ---but no!

IF he's understanding and loving and mature, why was the relationship awkward? Well, dear friend, it's because he's going based off of pure intuition.

Sometimes he'd seek advice from Ken or other acquaintances, but he never felt it to be right. He was constantly questioning himself, doubting and worrying about you and himself; it was a completely different field than he's familiar with.

But since it was for you, he was determined to figure it out. (awww)

It's probably the constant meditation that he does, but he seems to eerily know everything there is to know. Either it's his pure intuition honed by decades of practice, or he really loves you that much.

let's say, for example, you aren't really a huge fan of words of affirmation (me fr). As a man who is, whom I believe to be, physical-touch averse, words of affirmation were kinda his only way to convey support. It kinda made him feel like he couldn't show he loved you at all.

But since he loves you more than he's ever loved anybody before, he'd figure it out pretty quickly. He'd probably deduce that you've had a bad history of trust and people lying, and he'd immediately switch his gears and change his ways for you.

"I see... what must I do for you then? Would it be better if I offer my presence? Or should I bring you something that you'd like?"

Mature as hell. Responsible as hell. It's honestly whiplash-inducing the way he always just... gets you.

If you two have an argument- ykw scratch that you two will never have an argument, you'll have a clash of ideas. An argument entails a typically heated exchange of differing ideas; well lucky for you, this man is never heated at all.

If you were feeling uncomfortable with something he did/does, he wouldn't try to defend himself and believe you were overreacting. He would immediately try to understand why it made you uncomfortable, then change his ways with celerity.

If you were truly angry at him for something that happened, I genuinely do not feel like he would burst right back. He'd just stay there, not interrupting or jabbing in to defend himself. Ryu's first instinct is to always understand your side first.

When you're done, he'd apologize profusely and humbly for whatever made you upset, then explaining his side of the story and why it happened, then closing off the altercation with a vow to not do it again.

If you were extra mad and fuming that day, he'd take it a step further and hold your face in between his hands, and press his forehead against yours. Ryu won't say anything, just silence, like the thoughts would leave his mind and travel into your skull through the connection, his sincerity entering your mind.

Might allow you to hug for a while if you're still a bit shaken.

But if the argument was truly truly bad (which I doubt he would ever let happen, but hey there's a first for everything), I do think he'd raise his voice slightly.

If you were altercating about something serious, so serious that he actually did feel like he had to quickly explain himself, he'd interrupt you sharply. His voice would be above his usual monotone, gentle tone and escalate to a firm, loud, but still kinda gentle, voice.

"I am so sick and tired everytime I try to t--" "That is not what happened, Y/N."

It stunned you, honestly. It was not a threatening tone in the slightest, but it had a force that just made you lose your voice

Yeah you two would have somewhat of an argument once every rainbow moon, but would hRyu ever physically touch you? Never. Never never never never never never never.

Even in his most deluded, most outraged, most delirious state of mind, it is in Ryu's coding to never lay a finger on you with the intent of malice. Literally never.

he knows his strength, he knows his power, he knows what he's capable of. Ryu would never in his life move to harm you, physically or verbally or psychologically, never.

But has he ever let some anger leak out? For the sake of angst, I'll say yes.

The first time, you guys were altercating about how you were feeling like he wasn't paying as much mind to you as you wanted him to. He felt offended because Ryu loves you more than the world, therefore it kind of felt impossible that he wasn't giving you attention.

One thing led to another and he gently (or so he thought) but his hands on your shoulders as a way to symbolize that he wanted you to truly hear him out and take his words to heart.

under the pressure of defending himself, he didn't realize the amount of force he was putting in his fingers, and it only snapped Ryu back to reality when he saw you wince, the flesh on your arm turning a light shade of purple.

His heart shattered immediately. he forgot everything he was thinking, saying, doing, letting go of you instantly and just staring in horror at what his fingers did.

He was convinced that he had abused you, and got on his knees apologizing. You could hear in the stumble of his usually collected voice that he was starting to cry.

You both instantly forgot about the argument, and you had to convince him that it wasn't that bad at all, it was just a bit of pressure that made the skin redder than it actually was.

But he wasn't listening. he had to resign himself back to his sakura training grounds, taking what happened as a sign that he needed to control himself much more than he already was.

He just wanted to take care of you. (MY SHAYLAAA)

Now let's get away from the sad. Let's go to what you guys do together as lovers!

This man is trad lover 3000. Flowers every time he sees you, handpicked and arranged according to your favorite color. I don't think he'd smile often, more like a slight curl of the lips, but his eyes would be less gloomy and occupied. His eyes were... alive.

Would he spoil you? I think in moderation. Let's not forget this man has an actual property where he lives when he's not fighting, and his finances are MANAGED. This man canonically has a black card btw.

So he's not poor/struggling in the slightest, but he isn't filth rich either. I'd say he's teetering a bit higher than middle middle class.

So with that said, if you expressed that you wanted something, he'll get it for you no doubt. But he isn't sugar daddy level where you look at something and he gets ten models of it, no.

I'd imagine Ryu wouldn't want a materialistically needy partner; he'd prefer a partner who can handle themselves and their expenditures, while also leaving room for him to express his gift-giving love.

Since we all know this man isn't really into physical touch; what if his partner was?

Well, he'd tolerate it. Holding hands is already way above his comfort zone, even in private, but with you... he doesn't know why but it feels like with you, it's all alright.

So just for scale, holding hands is a huge loan for him already.

But what if you were really really really into physical touch? Like symbiotic latching creature level physical touch? Then he'd take a deep breath and take it.

If you're both lying down in bed, then he'd allow you to just snuggle up to his side and just fall asleep latched onto him. If you two are just hanging around in his or your house, I feel he'd occasionaly indulge you in a piggy back ride. Keyword: occasionally

But carrying you bridal style? Yeah I think he'd do tbh.

This is kinda off topic so I'm sorry, but you cannot look at this man's arms and tell me dead in the eyes you wouldn't want him to carry you.

ANYWAYS BACK TO THE REAL HCS :P

Does he like physical touch? Not at all. Does he like physical touch from you? yes absolutely 100% do whatever you want, he coo

BUT HE DRAWS THE LINE AT PDA. Not even hand holding is allowed outside. The most you can do is walk next to each other, even shoulder to shoulder is pushing it 😭

overall this man is the greenest of the green flags. marry him asap and give him lots of kisses and love x.