Glock

Miguel meets Miles 42

Not my edit, not my tiktok.

Bi Han x Bimbo Reader

"I need to die looking good."

This is for chickensandwich69

Warning: Bi Han is sexist (and a bit of a d*ck), and mild sexual flirting but nothing explicit.

She has priorities.

She wasn't fighting for Earthrealm, nor did she have any interest in fighting for Shao Kahn. She was in it for herself, blindsided and forced to compete, but making the most of what she could enjoy out of it.

And that was something Bi Han could respect, even though her motivations weren't. Spending time with friends, shopping, getting her hair and makeup done, and scoring herself a romantic companion.

The She/Her in question is you. You were a ballerina, a gymnast, a cheerleader, pageant Queen. It was clear competition is in your blood, so the tournament was a walk in the park for you. The fighting part, anyway. Seeing you freak out over blood was another matter.

"Do you want me to massage your hair?" you asked him, a cheeky smile on your face. He nodded, and you did as you offered.

Seeing Bi Han's face was a luxury, and you would do anything to see it as long as you could, even though you didn't mind him with his mask. You liked being the one that gets pampered, but you would make an exception for Bi Han.

He questions how it came to this, all the time.

Maybe it's your Chaosrealm blood. Nothing made sense around you but it came naturally. It happened out of nowhere. First, you're watching him train with Cyrax. Second, you're following him and yapping your mouth off. Third, he ends up doing something very intimate with you and he's wearing less clothes. And it involves his mouth and lower region.

Your relationship wasn't much of a secret, considering you were seen hugging his arm if you were both in the same room or area, but not enough lived to know it as fact. With the tournament and all. Or just in general. Bi Han saw competition in their gazes, which meant jealousy. Which meant lots of ice and blood during fights. Thankfully you were too dumb to figure it out, because blood upset you a lot, and you had only started making an exception for the tournament.

"What else would you like me to do?" you were sitting on his lap now, something in your eyes. Pretty obvious what you were feeling.

Oh yeah, that's why. There was no way he would resist this.

Bi Han may be a Lin Kuei assassin, and one that takes his profession very seriously, but he could enjoy a good lady himself. You had just broken up with your boyfriend so it felt like a fitting decision to take your attention while it was still available to him. So long as you were his no one else could have it.

Companions were not common within the clan, and you were an excellent fighter. Sure, there were the cultural differences and the clash of personalities, but if the Lin Kuei were to ever find out it would be unbelievable, so it was a right decision.

You desired him and he desired you, it worked both ways. Both of you were being selfish, he was certain, but you initiated so he had no reason to care about your feelings.

[Noob Saibot]

He grew more possessive of you, and that possession followed him when he died. Before he would freeze any man that flirted with you, these days he killed them. You were distraught when Bi Han died, but you weren't sure what to make of his new self. It was still Bi Han, but he was Goth now and you've never been with a Goth before. You were determined to try something new, however, so you kept going on with the relationship.

You didn't understand his new found problems with his brother or where his bizarre mindset came from, but your main concern was matching with your boyfriend, so you had a bunch of black designer dresses lined up in your wardrobe.

"I guess Goth isn't a phase." you said to yourself. Then again, your parents thought you were a phase.

Bi Han gently brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your cheek, even though his skin wasn't as soft as it originally was, which meant his lips were almost shrivelled into his skull. It would only be fair if you were dead as well, that way he wouldn't feel left out from lack of lips.

"Where is your fear?"

"I think I left it in my purse."

"We will find it."

You had only started getting used to his new odd way of showing his affection, but it still made your insides all fluttery. You kissed him sweetly. Your lip gloss stained on his 'lips', and Bi Han didn't show any irritation, but there was the pride she recognised. It wasn't often he gave an expression since his change.

No cuz you don’t fucking understand

Look at his fucking suit bro.

DO YOU SEE THAT?????!

DO YOU FUCKING SEE THAT???!

MILES FUCKING COPIED THE “fly ambiance down the side” FROM AARON’S SUIT. DO YOU FUCKING GET IT???! DO YOU UNDERSTAND.

AND THEN EVERYONE FUCKING MADE FUN OF IT.

“It looks like your bleeding from your armpits.” Count your fucking days Peter.

I can't wait for more HxH content, we out here taking bits and pieces of crumbs. Why was Hisoka so funny in the 90s version?

This silly mf just like me fr💀

I be alone giggling to myself too, especially to stupid shit

Kira and Sonya: Headcanon

WARNING: I'M GONNA GO ON A LONG RANT

The somewhat forgotten character of Mortal Kombat. Kira is a product of her time, the Midway era. Love or hate her, there was potential. Kira is evidently a blend of Sonya and Kano, yet there is zero explanation for why. So, it's time to make a giant headcanon.

Kira and Sonya were trained by the same master, if we're going with the Midway era of everyone knowing Kung Fu or some other Asian Martial Art. Like any old teacher with morals, she sprouted about the good stuff and being fair. Kira was like a YN, she didn't care about all that. She's not learning martial arts to protect or defend, but to harm (growing up with bad people probably influenced this, creating a similarity with Skarlet) for her own self gain. Once this became more evident, especially with her bad attitude, and rebellious nature that reeks of fatherless behaviour. Sonya recognises this, and tells off Kira for having that mentality. In her mind she's looking out for Kira, but Kira takes it as a personal insult, and starts to believe Sonya looks down on "people like her".

On one fateful training match, Kira is pitted against Sonya. Kira's only ambition was to win, and to deliver a pain to Sonya that made her wish she never opened her mouth. That's not what happens, though. Sonya lays her flat on her ass, and Kira's ego is crushed. Every time she sees Sonya she starts to feel hate instead of just annoyance and frustration.

We find a revelation of why Kira was attending Kung Fu lessons in the first place. She wants to become an underground fighter, or already is an underground fighter making ends meet. She decides to forget the whole "fight fair" thing and bring a weapon with her, which may or may not be against the rules. She wins, of course. The only thing that Kira could remember is how great it felt to succeed, no matter how dirty the method was. This is where Kabal recruits her, seeing a power and cruelty he is eager to raise like his own (Kabal's a dad now).

Kira becomes obsessed, vowing to one day prove Sonya wrong. As much as she hates Sonya, she seeks something from her. Approval? Respect? It's something she doesn't focus too much on, otherwise she'd have to confront herself.

She joins the black dragon under Kabal's guidance, and Kano even teaches her a few things. Unlike Sonya, she doesn't value relations nor does she grow attached to anyone.

She's pretending loyalty to the black dragon, but as soon as Kano gets close to Sonya, Kira will not hesitate to take the opportunity for herself.

Sonya and Kira are much like Kitana and Mileena. One is original, and a highly respected person, with the other one being a cracked reflection. There is Chaos and Order, but Kira is the resistance against Order. Born from Order, but influenced by the love of Chaos.

It's pretty simple. Order, Chaos and Resistance, with resistance being a toss and turn of both, choosing one element to serve the other: Like using Chaos to bring Order, or using Order to bring Chaos.

Jax (Order), Kano (Chaos), Johnny (Resistance against Chaos)

Sub-Zero (Order), Sektor (Chaos) Frost (Resistance against Order)

Sonya (Order), Kabal (Chaos), Kira (Resistance against Order)

The sad part is, Sonya doesn't think of Kira once, while Sonya lives rent free in Kira's mind.

Why do you only have one post on your blog? Did you just join tumblr?

Yes. After deleting my last account months ago I succumbed back into the wormhole that is tumblr.

One sided Homelander x Alien Reader

So my last post got some attention and I was a little unsatisfied with the lack of dialogue so I wanted to fix that. Here's part 2.

On the edge of a balcony stood a young girl with partially dyed hair. Her nose is pointy, her eyes brown, and her skin was quite clear. She kept looking over the balcony, maybe contemplating something. Who knew what she was thinking or what she was gonna do.

You carefully landed a meter behind her, your hair falling down on your face before braiding itself into a single ponytail. The up do one.

"Yo!" the girl turned around to see you. "Chelsea, is it?"

"Don't come any closer." she warned.

"Okay." You obeyed, observing her. You sensed uncertainty, a little bit of annoyance- impatience. You started tapping your foot, waiting for her to do or say something, even though you just arrived. You honestly couldn't help yourself.

"You're gonna jump aren't you? Why is it taking so long?" you said innocently.

"Huh?"

She was startled. You mentally kicked your own curiousness, face palmed feeling embarrassed.

"Sorry, it's just that you seem hesitant. People who commit suicide don't hold back, and they carry a heavy feeling in their hearts, from what I remember anyway. Besides, what is your afterlife like? Humans have a lot of rules to follow in life and I'm pretty sure killing yourself means instant damnation."

"I'm Jewish."

"Oh, then you're lucky that Stormfront's still missing." you unconsciously licked your lips.

Chelsea noticed something and looked down, only to find her vision turned around but still facing you.

"What the fu- oh my god!" she screamed, trying her best to find her ankle which had your hair wrapped around it. "Put me down! Put me down!"

"You don't seem the least bit distraught." you said, ignoring her sudden fear. Your hair brought her closer to you, lifting her up above the ground so that you could have a better look at her face. In response she only stared into your eyes with panic while screaming in terror. "I guess that's a good thing." you say to yourself.

"Please put me down!"

"I will, my direct orders were to fly you down to safety. I would leave you up here but the more I think about it there is a chance you'll actually follow through with your original objective."

Your hair let go of Chelsea, and she fell into your arms. Had you let her drop onto the ground her neck would've cracked. Your hair started moving in a helicopter motion. (This is probably the only reason I gave her this ability)

You landed on the ground with a little stumble that was harsher than usual due to the extra weight, and your hair didn't feel like using multiple ponytails.

Cameras zoomed towards you, people were cheering you, only some of them checking on Chelsea. You spotted Ashley who appeared very content and happy, the kind where she accomplished something.

"Are we making a film? Is this a documentary?" you asked her, feigning stupidity.

"Something like that. Gosh you looked so amazing coming down- blah blah blah."

You listened to her babble, preparing yourself for whatever request they had next for you.

-

You walked through Vought with nothing much on your mind other than finding Starlight. You occasionally waved to the workers who did their usual shift or at least tried to, you were holding a smoothie in both hands.

"Hey [Name], congratulations on saving Chelsea."

Your hair immediately went on attack mode, the tip pointing at Homelander's neck as if ready to cut him.

"Sorry about that, it seems to have a mind of its own. I would pull it off but my hands are full." you showed him the smoothies.

He gently took the smoothies from you, and you petted the braid attached to your scalp. "What's wrong? There's nothing to be angry about, calm down." you cooed at it softly in you mother tongue.

From the corner of your eye Homelander subtly rolled his own eyes. "Whose drinks are these?"

You smiled brightly at him, "One is for me, the other is Starlight's."

Something in his eyes darkened. "Ah, Starlight." he mused.

"Aye. She's so pretty that I want to spoil her as much as I can. And she's so brilliant and smart, she's an icon to all the girls who need someone to look up to."

"Right." he took a sip from one of them

"Hey." You snatched it from him. "You didn't even ask if you could try it, and it's not a milkshake." you inspected the cup, trying to guess how much he drank.

"Why didn't you ask me? Do you want milk? I can get you one."

His expression altered from your sudden kindness and you sensed triumph, "Yes, milk will be nice. Let's get it together."

"Okay. We can do that later." you took the other drink from him. "By the way, aren't you supposed to be playing... what is it called? Kissy face with Stormfront?"

You sensed discomfort, "She's still missing."

"Aye, I forgot about that." you took a sip of your drink. "I'm off, see you."