"It's so fucking ugly."           "He has my hair! And your eyes."

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@cagedraged stabbed the heart for Scorpion. Scorpion -> Johnny Cage

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Scorpion’s grip is iron, forged of wrath and fire, his hand a vice clamped around the mercenary’s throat. The struggling body thrashes like a fish snared in a net, but the specter does not waver; his stance is an executioner’s altar, unyielding, merciless. His shoulders burn with the weight of fury not yet spent, hellfire whispering behind the teeth of his mask, urging him to consume, to annihilate, to finish the slaughter he began.

And yet - his gaze cuts to Johnny Cage. A storm of aureate fury, blazing through the shadows. His voice, when it unfurls, is not merely sound but the growl of the Netherrealm itself, a decree torn from the pit. He does not plead. He does not suggest. He commands.

“Take him,” his tone rumbles, smoke and embers weaving through each syllable, “This one is yours. Prove your spirit is not built only for jest, Cage. Blood is the coin of survival. Pay it.”

"I'm sorry," hold up.

"Are you saying YOU are an alien? Because even by alien standards you're still so fucking extra and I've met LOKI, bro." She's tempted to test his reflexes. Kick him in the shin or something. For Science.

the family that slays together...

and then he peed himself laughing

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Kuai reacting to Johnny's nicknames (x) || @cagedraged

❄️ || Kuai’s eyes narrow the moment Johnny’s words spill forth, each nickname striking him like a deliberate frostbite to his composure - but only Johnny Cage could dare.

Icebreaker. A faint curl of his lips betrays a trace of irony. He tilts his head, the weight of restraint in his gaze, and though the jest skims his surface, only Johnny earns the privilege to touch him this way.

Frozone. His brow arches imperceptibly, a flash of humor skimming across the edge of his usual poise. Yet beneath it, a cool reprimand simmers; the name carries levity he does not offer freely. Only Johnny’s audacity draws this spark from him.

Polar Ice. Kuai exhales, the breath forming a faint mist in the air between them. His gaze locks on Johnny’s, sharp yet laced with the rarest spark of amusement, and his voice, low and deliberate, cuts through the silence like a polished blade. "Polar Ice… You dare to toy with my name, Cage… and yet, somehow, only you are allowed." There’s a pause, a subtle tilt of his head, the faintest curve of a smile threatening the edges of his lips. The words carry both warning and acknowledgment, a frosted edge of humor that melts only for Johnny, a concession no one else could earn.

Freezerburnt. His jaw tightens just slightly, a silent acknowledgment of the audacity in the name. A slow, dangerous half-smile curls, one that promises he could freeze the jest at its source - but only Johnny could coax such warmth, and only he could safely skirt the edge of Kuai’s icy composure.