I Love The Fact That, Even Though Liu Kang Changed A Bit Of Everyone, Either In Personality Or Story

fanart of chapter 7 of the fic „the heroine is annoying, but she dies spectacularly at the end” by @hockeyisforthegays .

Shoko probably thinks hes being blackmailed….

Mk1 Incorrect Quotes pt. 9:

God Liu Kang: “You’re not ascending to godhood, you’re just dehydrated!”

Shang Tsung: “Outta my way, gayboy! I’m about to liberate my divine self from this mortal shell!”

Shang Tsung, later, laying on the ground on Yamcha position: “hopital”

i have like an entire essay about jjk umbrellas loaded in the pipe but for quick reference as to what the ass i'm talking about in those tags there

gojo uses a clear umbrella in the HI/PD ED, yuuji uses a clear umbrella while gojo is hiding him, thus i deduce that it's the same umbrella and gojo gave it to him to use

Mk1 Incorrect Quotes pt. 8:

Liu Kang as a (human) child: “I can’t wait to grow up and have cool adventures!”

Liu Kang now: “I can’t wait to go to sleep.”

how do two chinese farmboys from rural china know english. like let's assume the common language between the MK cast is english (barring outworld but it doesnt matter i bet there's some translation magic handwaved.) if we follow this train of thought it becomes entirely, hilariously possible that kung lao, wanting to bust outta fengjian and leave for the world, was like

kung lao: im going to learn english

raiden: why??

kung lao: youre going to learn it with me, we need it for when we leave this place

raiden: hold on now. what are y

kung lao, tapping away: im downloading duolingo onto your phone and i have subbed torrents of the big bang theory we're in this together brother. bazinga

it occurred to me maybe i should post this somewhere instead of leaving it buried in the comments of annoying heroine so hey here's a non canon scene i wrote! back in the day somebody commented on chapter three to the effect of "i need our gojo to just fall from the sky and give yuuji a hug" and it made me realize i needed that too.

“Yuuji, Yuuji, Yuuji,” Gojo-sensei says, lying in the grass in exactly the spot he landed. “We’ve found ourselves in quite the strange predicament, haven’t we?”

Yes, he thinks, loudly, but doesn’t say it. He’s not able to manage much at the moment but a stuttering, “Sensei, is it — is it really you?”

“Could anyone truly imitate me?” Gojo-sensei teases. Finally sitting up, he lifts the blindfold on his face and looks Yuuji up and down. Then he says with all the approval that Yuuji doesn’t deserve, “You’ve gotten stronger. Those scars make you look very dashing, by the way! Tell me, how did everyone get along without me? I—“

“Poorly,” Yuuji interrupts. He’s afraid Gojo-sensei will say something like I had faith in you, and he can’t risk hearing that, because that means confronting just how much he let this man down. “Sensei— Everything went to shit. Sensei, I—“

He tells Gojo-sensei everything as the man slowly brings himself to his feet.

After he talks for what feels like an eternity, about everything that happened and everything he’s trying desperately to fix, Gojo-sensei finally gives a simple, “I see.” His blindfold is still pushed up to his forehead, and Yuuji has never seen that look in his eyes before.

But then it’s gone, replaced with a bright grin. “I’m sure Yuuji is doing a good job, then!”

“Huh?” says Yuuji. “But—“

“No buts!” Gojo-sensei declares. “You are my pupil, after all, so you can hardly do anything else. Or do you doubt my teachings so much?”

“No,” Yuuji says loyally. He doesn’t append a ‘but’ this time, even though one sits at the tip of his tongue.

“Besides,” Gojo-sensei says, and he wags a finger as if scolding but his tone has turned much too soft for that. “I know that you’re doing a good job, because you’re Itadori Yuuji, and good is what Itadori Yuuji does.”

Yuuji huffs a half-laugh. “Actually, I’m Igarashi Yuuji here. That name was taken.”

“Hm. I suppose it would be,” Gojo says as he leans backward in thought. “Maybe I should give you a nickname! Wouldn’t that be fun, Yuuji? Would you like a nickname from your magnificent Sensei? Maybe I—“

The man cuts off as Yuuji’s forehead hits his shoulder.

Yuuji feels Gojo-sensei stiffen slightly, before relaxing into it. He knows his teacher has never been a particularly touchy person, except when he’s intentionally being a nuisance, or when he’s taking someone into his Domain and he has to keep them from actual braindeath. Genuine, physical comforts like this — well, they’ve happened, but always few and far between. Yuuji is mostly the one to initiate, and he did that less and less as he realized that infinity wasn’t the only thing holding Gojo-sensei apart from all that reached toward him.

One hand settles on the back of Yuuji’s head, and another on the middle of his upper back.

“Okay,” Gojo-sensei says. A thumb strokes the crest of Yuuji’s shoulder blades — just once, but distinct and real, enough to make Yuuji buckle and raise his own arms to clutch Gojo-sensei in return. “You must be tired, hm? Well, leave it to me. I’ve been sitting on my ass for — negative twelve years, it sounds like — so it’s about time I started pulling my weight again.” Gojo-sensei’s head shifts until Yuuji feels a cheek against his temple. It soon pulls back, but when the man speaks again, there’s a gentleness and thoughtfulness in it that Yuuji always forgets he’s capable of. “You should enjoy your youth, Yuuji. You’ve earned a break. Let me shoulder this one for a while. Okay?”

Yuuji squeezes him and says, “Okay.”

Mk1 incorrect quotes pt.4:

Geras to everyone: "Your fates aren't set in stone."

Also Geras: "Except you, Rain."

Rain: "WTF?!"

continuation from this art

Same happened to me, and I kid you not, I was genuinely talking. Specially during our final battles on the indigo disk. I think something about how he went from this cute, shy kid who genuinely enjoyed the battles even when he lost, to this teen with dull, dead eyes that only cares about winning against us might have something to do with it.

Maybe this is a little silly, and maybe I’m being too meta about it, but while I was playing through the DLC I kept getting this urge to talk to Kieran through the screen like “no, no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be able to win against me, but it’s not because there’s anything wrong with you — it’s only because I’m the protagonist, and if I don’t win, the story can’t move forward.”

I don’t know what it is about this guy that makes me wanna break through the fourth wall and explain to him his narrative purpose, but his arc really compels me — maybe it’s the way his obsession completely, dramatically overtakes him

Something not quite right

a/n: I’ve decided that, instead of simply putting my thoughts and headcanons and ideas as simple and quick drafts, to just instead start actually writing it all.

summary: Kuai Liang’s (Sub-Zero) last thoughts about Hanzo during the timeline resetting.

warnings: hurt/no comfort (?), canon character death, probably not properly tagged, angst. not necessarily written as couple, could be considered as platonic and viceversa.

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It was all happening so fast. The world, disappearing around them. The trees, the sky, everything, all turning into nothing in mere seconds. Had Kronika won? For the Elder Gods, he begged not.

Maybe Liu Kang had won? Maybe he was now restarting everything with the Hourglass. Restart everything. All back to zero. Would he remember his life? Would he remember his family? His parents, his brothers, his friends and the people important for him. Would Kuai Liang be able to remember any of them? Probably not. But if he didn’t remember anything or anyone, what about…

Hanzo.

It felt weird. Knowing he would probably not remember him. That didn’t seemed all that fair, did it? After all their years of rivalry, of hatred. It took them more than 10 years to finally feel comfortable by each other’s side, to be able for Hanzo to let go of his rage. To manage it in a healthier way. And now, all of that effort would end up in the trash. Like garbage. It suddenly all felt useless. All that effort spent in helping each other and themselves, it would now all be thrown away.

And it made him feel indignation. On Hanzo’s behalf. On Bi-Han’s behalf.

This just wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t they all just have normal, peaceful lives? When had it all went to shit? Kuai Liang felt like a petulant child throwing a tantrum because he didn’t got the toy he wanted. But it still didn’t felt fair. Why couldn’t they just have peaceful, calm lives?

Bi-Han didn’t deserve to get blamed and murdered for crimes he didn’t commit. Hanzo didn’t deserve to have his family murdered, get tricked by that sorcerer and have his rage be misguided for years. Didn’t they deserve a happy ending too? When did things get so complicated?

‘I wonder what you would think, Hanzo. Would you be angry too, if you were still here?’

Maybe, in this new timeline, things will be better. Maybe Bi-Han won’t suffer for something he didn’t do. Maybe Smoke won’t die this time. Maybe Hanzo…

Or maybe they wouldn’t even know each other this time. Or maybe this whole train of thoughts was useless after all.