#ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ˢᵒᵘˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵒʷⁿ ⁱᵗ. ▓ Mortal Kombat ▓

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kathexismania said: How does your muse approach someone they want to sleep with? What are some physical things your muse does when they want someone to sleep with them? (and bonus if he feels any inclination to such things with Hanzo in our verse).

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    The nervousness was almost immediately apparent, though the true extent of the emotion was buried beneath the surface, beyond the somewhat stunned expression of the youthful detective. Connor stood slack-jawed, staring at the warrior as if he had said something outrageous, as if it must have been said in jest. Seconds passed & the detective found no falsity in these queries, in the implications. Slowly his eyes lowered, parted lips drew shut as he took this in, contemplated, all the while a pretty blush warmed his cheeks.

                    ❝ Hanzo… Is this your way of flirting? ❞   He honestly didn’t know. The man was always so passionate yet aloof all at once, forever mourning the losses of the past. But weren’t they all?  ❝ I don’t know what I’ve done to get the Shirai Ryu Grandmaster’s attention, but-- ❞   But apparently he had. His friend, incredible & otherworldly, had fascinated him in ways he couldn’t fathom. Hanzo Hasashi was a leader, a man reborn through fire & hard earned compassion. Connor couldn’t understand what it was about a bratty Detroit detective that might catch the intrigue of a person like that, but stranger things had happened.

                   He looked at Hanzo once again & finally answered.  ❝ But, I’m, um------ I’m not really the casual ‘sleep with somebody’ type. & I’m more the kind of guy to let my partner use physicality to woo me. ❞   If that man were trusted, of course. Connor liked strong men, people more physically imposing than himself. Maybe he liked the feeling of protection; he didn’t know. But people like that made him feel---- safe, even when he was more than capable of defending himself. But now he wasn’t thinking about that. Right then he was thinking about how he felt, what this bond between the both of them was.

                   He was quiet again, just for a moment. Pondering, thoughtful. There were so many things Hanzo didn’t know about him, things he might not like about him. But that was no reason not to try.  ❝ Though, if I wanted to make my intentions clear about forming a more intimate relationship, I guess I would just tell them I liked them… & wait for their response. ❞  So he watched, waited, almost sizing the man up.  ❝ So… ❞   It was a few short seconds before Connor moved, but those seconds felt like hours. Slow footsteps brought him closer, silent & careful in their placement, elegant as always. Like he was a hunter approaching his prey, & those soft brown eyes were weapons aimed for the kill.

                   He came to stop barely a foot from the man, gazes locked. The energy off of him was different now than before, less nervous & filled with clear intent as the detective had entered his friend’s personal space, yet he never lost that coy edge. His head tilted to the side just a little, almost inquisitive, lips very slightly pursed, making them appear fuller, a little pouty. Connor’s eyes looked into Hanzo’s very soul, searching.    ❝ ...I like you. ❞

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kathexismania·:

🔥|| The Netherrealm’s simplistic landscape and quiet colors may deceive with the tranquil silence and the incessant lull of the Sea of Blood in the distance carrying the faint saltiness that’s painfully reminiscent of the shimmering and bright reflection of the immeasurable sea, of its depth, but its misleading landscape is full of sharp teeth and ominous smoke of blood that cuts through his nostrils with effortless ease. As Scorpion, his powers would have manifested as white-hot and ready to detonate and burst at any given moment, as he would conflagrate himself to see the event horizon of the realms collapsing, as his vindictive revenge against the world that has wronged him would bring such impervious darkness, where the undead would rule the Earthrealm. Inhuman and emotionless except his wretched fury, he became the embodiment of his sin, the realization of wicked satisfaction, as the pandemonium of necroflame would surge along with demonic presence, imbued further with engulfing black, coloring the streams of his unrealized dreams as only ripe pain and suffering would fuel his hellfire. 

As Hanzo, he’s never crude nor rude; despite still bleeding blood red roses and their thorns. He may still struggle with unfiltered gentility and domesticated serenity, but the shapelessness of the softness that gives and accelerates his unrealized dreams become the exact thing that mellows his jagged edges. He briefly transports himself into the silence, with the booming streak of flaring velocity filled with sad melody and bitterness resurfaces through the clan’s demise and his family’s gruesome slaughter. The pain so strong that it causes numerous pinpricks behind his eyes become a woeful power against the hardened seams, seemingly entrapped in endless time. How woeful everything becomes, yet he never would release any of his melancholic forlorn sadness through the infinite seconds stretching between them. 

For Hanzo Hasashi would never so easily accept fate as it was delivered, because something, perhaps someone, was shouting his name, an echo across the thickened mist of the Netherrealm’s stagnant air full of rust and stagnant, nauseating metallic tang of blood. “You should consider yourself extremely lucky to be those who are unknowledgeable with such wretched realm. It’s as dark as every heart that inhabits it, for our presence here would not be possible, because only evil resides in this realm. It’s the darkest region of reality, as this realm only serves as the residence for deceased souls or entities who have committed major crimes  to undergo ceaseless torture. Only demons and specters of dismembered humans.” 

Even Hanzo does not know the full scope of how far a realm composed of thousands of different layers are capable of bringing them; they may perish here beneath the same chaos, the same pendulum between fragile stability and insanity. Such inception would cause them to break entirely, and Hanzo wonders how this android detective has managed to plunge into the numerous layers of this complex realm. “That is a feat that would take numerous weeks, if not, months, for the realm’s expanse could be stretched to seemingly an infinity. While I am no longer bound by Quan Chi’s magic, yet I still seem to draw hellfire from the Netherrealm’s strength, which lies vast and eternal.” 

Despite seemingly being hopeless, Hanzo lets his heart aglow like the hearth of the flame, in tandem with his pulse ever steadily and strongly beating, as heartbeats pace in tandem with the turbulent flow of magma, descending to form a lava river amidst the jagged formation of the mountainscape in the distance. “I recall the krossroad’s location; but the journey to there would be excruciatingly difficult, for we may run into hoard of Oni and numerous warlords that lead them and reside there in distinctive factions. How are you with combative skills? I can easily speculate that you have committed enough sins to be even allowed access into the Netherrealm.” At least Detective Connor had to be morally gray; not distinctively good nor evil, just like how his own alignment lied with the Earthrealm. 🔥|| 

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    Was not the sin of his existence enough, he wondered. It was a nihilistic, self-depreciating thought to consider, as Connor had always been an honorable person in spite of circumstance. But perhaps that was only truth within his own mind - being a police officer, he was charged to uphold the law, to serve & protect the citizens of Detroit to his fullest capability. A strong sense of justice & morality ruled his every action, though when put under the microscope one could see the faint cracks within this perfect ‘good boy’ persona. Connor sometimes struggled with morality - it was a common problem among his siblings. The detective had dealt with no small number of precarious situations in his time on the force, & had risen through the ranks quickly in spite of his age. He got the job done, no matter the challenge, but his decisions were somewhat questionable where ethics were concerned.

                   More than a few times he had very nearly psychologically broken a suspect in the midst of an interrogation, the ability to get into their heads unnervingly simple for the young detective. His empathetic state was inconsistent, his heart overflowing with compassion or encapsulate itself within frigid ice walls, creating a void of all emotion. He found difficulty feeling once this mental block had been fitted into place, the sweet, loving goofball who was more than a little awkward that his friends & co-workers knew him to be hidden behind lock & key where only a mechanical creature of flesh & bone remained. He was manipulative. He could be cruel.

                   Yes, Connor imagined his soul belonged in this place, if such a thing existed. He had doubts when it came to the particulars of theism, but he did not doubt that his own world was in danger. Something in him refused to allow it to come into peril. This whole matter was far above his head, but the challenge was accepted nevertheless. Now, if only he could get home. He hoped the ninja in his presence would help.

                   The detective made no comment on his innermost feelings, expecting this wasn’t the time nor the place. Hanzo seemed to understand in some small way without the necessity of verbal confirmation. Instead, he focused on the task at hand, the questions presented.  “ I’m nominally proficient in a range of different types of close-quarters & hand-to-hand combat. Sort of a family staple; being capable of defending ourselves. ”  Connor wasn’t as physically imposing as his youngest brother, being a slender whip of a thing, but he was fast & agile. He had held off whatever denizens of the Netherrealm he had thus come across with relative ease; these Oni, as Hanzo mentioned.

                   He wasn’t overly familiar with Japanese lore, but if they were meant to be ogre’s their appearance gave that impression well. He continued--  “ I’ve got about two rounds in my service weapon--- Not that bullets have been particularly useful here… ”  A hand placed on his hip, an eager look was aimed towards Hanzo, one of determination & asking both. There was softness in those eyes coupled with unwavering bravery, a refusal to simply give up in spite of the odds.  “ I promise I won’t slow you down, Hanzo. If I become too much of a burden, just point me to the nearest portal & I’ll find my own way. ”  As if the man needed reassurance. Connor was confident Hanzo wouldn’t have so much as approached him if he didn’t feel he were worth the effort. Still, the detective would persist.

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kathexismania said: “You did the right thing. If anyone says otherwise, they’re gonna have to deal with me.” (From Hanzo for Connor!)

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    There was a fierce protectiveness to Hanzo that scorched far hotter than even his own cursed flames, wholly vicious yet pure in intent. As if the ninja were the type of man to go to war in the name of another’s honor, & surely he imagined this to be so. After all, had he not stood in defense of his own rival countless times as they weaved their paths through life, intertwined irrevocably? Embittered as he was by the past, Hanzo was truly kind. It was as the saying went; those who suffered sought to ease the suffering of others so that they would not know such pain as they.

                   In this, the Shirai Ryu ninja reminded the detective of his own partner. It was insane how similar they could be at times, both intimidating figures in their own way yet truly loving. Connor had to smile at that, & he aimed a side-glance at the taller warrior in silent thanks. As always, Hanzo’s earnest heart & wise words were a comfort.

                   “ I don’t always make the right decisions. ”  The admission came without guilt nor excuse, merely offering up a small glimpse into the heart of a guarded, secretive man whose truth lay hidden behind the mask of innocence manifest by the loveliness of charming features. Soft eyes & charming visage, yet Hanzo knew there was more to this man, the quiet pandemonium of his heart.  “ But I want to believe I did right by my actions. ”  Hanzo’s assurance was just enough to stir confidence within. Connor was not at overtly confidence person, not in himself. But he knew what needed to be done & would do whatever it too to achieve his goals.

                   In that, he knew he & the ninja were very alike.

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kathexismania said:                 “Date?” (From Hanzo to Connor!)

                    Send me “Date?” and i'll answer...

Who asks for it:

[△] Your muse asks mine

[△] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[△] Romantic Date

[△] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[△] Movies  • [ ] Romantic Comedy  • [△] Adventure Movie  • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)  • [ ] Horror  • [△] Drama  • [ ] Buddy Movie  • [ ] ___ (other options)

[ ] Restaurant  • [ ] Expensive/High Class  • [ ] Small and familiar  • [ ] Fast Food

[△] Nature • [ ] Beach • [△] Park • [△] Forest     • [ ] …and having a picnic

[△] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[ ] Staying at home • [ ] Watching movies • [ ] Playing Video Games • [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[△] …holding hands

[△] …a kiss

[△] …in bed (Maybe a cuddle, maybe something more ;)

[△] …knowing each other better

[ ] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[△] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

[ ] No.

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heamatic said:                   “That’s two I owe you.” [ from cassie! ]

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    The detective huffed a tired sigh & reached to stow his service weapon in it’s holster. The unconscious form of some beastly thing - Tarkatan, he thought he recalled - lay crumpled on the ground just feet from them, bloodied & quite possibly missing a few of those horrific teeth which were lost in the dirt. The maw of the creature was shiver inducing, though not so much as the great bone spikes that protruded from it’s arms.

                   This was why Connor hated Outworld. All of the creations of nightmares lived here, skulking in the darkness, awaiting lost wanderers, stalking them as their next meal. He always felt anxious here, constantly on edge & ready for anything that might come to pass. The constant hyper-vigilance was exhausting. Still, it was nice to have company.

                   He glanced towards the young woman over his shoulder, lips quirked in one of his signature goofy smiles, brows raised just enough to wrinkle his forehead a touch.  “ As you say, Cassie. ”  His attentions returned to the creature before them, & slowly he made his way closer. The detective was curious to examine it, wanting to take this opportunity to view one of these creatures up close without the potential of being eviscerated. Contrary to popular opinion on his recklessness, Connor was quite fond of having his organs intact & in their original configuration.

                   “ Though if we’re keeping score, this would make it ‘three’. ”  His smile drew into a gentle smirk, the male feeling rather proud of himself. While he disliked the necessity of transportation to other, less desirable realms within the strange multiverse they appeared to live it, he was pleased to do what he could for the Special Forces. Things were never boring, that was certain.