#proceed with caution

[muffinsbasket]

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

PROCEED WITH MOTHERFUCKING CAUTION ⚠️

[whosgameisit]

[sheaabuttaababyy]

MISS GIRL!?!???

[jensenacklesmybeloved]

⚠️🔥WARNING 🔥⚠️

Looking at these photos may cause overheating – proceed at your own risk.

[whysoblue2]

Heket I love you, please eat my intestines!

WARNING GORE BELOW... I mean, Kall spelt it out for you.

She is happy Anon... She has even got the bread to gather the extra blood with! Thank you very much for your offering to the best goddess ever.

Also, my first time drawing intestines, what a milestone!🤣💙

Seriously, I get a lot of asks for things to do to the bishops or with them, and Heket fans always take the cake 🤣🤣🤣 Love you guys!

Also posting this at lunchtime, and my lunch is spaghetti with calabrese sauce. Buon Appetito!🍝

[msbigredmachine]

HISTORY!

BLACK EXCELLENCE!

NAOMI!

TRINITY MCCRAY FATU!

CHAMPION!

[lucyybradford]

Rooster: You have to apologize to them, babe.

Hangman: Fine! But I have to warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the man you fell in love with!

[ominous-signs]

"PROCEED WITH CAUTION"

pic of a road sign I took at work. Hope you like

Official ominous sign

[trippiexlove]

PROCEED WITH CAUTION BITCHES!!! ⚠️

SHE’S HEREEEEE!!!

[plaidpajamallama]

When you know your the baddest bitch on the roster

[blakeswritingimagines]

Superbad (Dark Smut)

Summary: You were Hanzo's even before you know but he takes it upon himself to prove it to you.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Dark Yandere Hanzo, Lovestruck! Hanzo, Kidnapping, Talk of reader being property, Dark Smut, Rape, Reader saying no to sex and it still happening, Nipple Play, No protection, PWP, PnV, Crying, Lack of pulling out.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mortal Kombat character/s nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Hanzo, a dark and intense yandere, had been quietly stalking you for months, his obsession growing with each passing day. He would watch you from the shadows, his eyes fixed on your every move. He would analyze your habits, her routine, and every little detail about your life. He would wait patiently for the perfect moment to make his move, to take you away from the world and make you all his. A person who was completely unaware of the sinister presence following you, went about your daily routine, blissfully ignorant to the fact that you were being closely watched. Hanzo, the dark and intense yandere, continued to observe you from the shadows, his obsession growing with every passing day. He would analyze your habits and routines, searching for the perfect moment to make his move.

Hanzo's patience finally paid off when he noticed an opportunity arise. It was late at night, and you were walking home alone after a long shift at work. The streets were empty, providing the perfect cover for Hanzo to strike. With a swift and silent movement, he emerged from the shadows behind you, a chloroform-soaked rag in hand. He wrapped his arm around your neck in one fluid motion, pulling you back against his chest while pressing the rag firmly over your mouth and nose. You struggled briefly but soon succumbed to the powerful sedative, your body going limp in Hanzo's grasp. A wicked smile spread across Hanzo's face as he scooped up your unconscious form, ready to carry out the plans he had so meticulously laid out. His heart raced with excitement knowing that you would soon be his forever, no matter what it took. Hanzo's body thrummed with anticipation as his plan came to fruition. With a firm grip on your unconscious form, he effortlessly carried you away from the empty streets and into the darkness. Within the shadows, he had meticulously prepared a hideout, a place where he could keep you all to himself. As he entered the hideout, he laid you down on a soft bed, gazing at your peaceful face. Hanzo's eyes drank in every inch of your face, memorizing the curves and contours, committing them to memory. He then carefully removed the chloroform-soaked rag from your mouth, ensuring you didn't wake up too early. He wanted this moment to last, wanted to savor the feeling of having you all to himself. His hands gently caressed your cheeks, tracing the outline of your lips before leaning down to press a tender kiss onto your forehead. "Mine," he whispered softly, his voice filled with possessive desire.

Hanzo's touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he continued to trace his fingers across your cheeks, his eyes never leaving your face. He leaned down once more, his breath warm against your skin, and whispered, "Mine. All mine." His voice was filled with a possessive desire that sent chills down your spine, even in your unconscious state. Hanzo stood back up, his gaze roaming over your motionless form. He couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction knowing that you were completely at his mercy. And as the days began to pass, your eyes slowly fluttered open, your vision blurry and disoriented. As your surroundings come into focus, you realize you're in an unfamiliar room, soft sheets caressing your body. Confusion and dread flood your senses as you try to remember the events that led you here. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and Hanzo walks into the room, a small smile on his face. "Ah, you're finally awake," he says, his voice dripping with a menacing sweetness. Hanzo approached the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. "Welcome back, my love," he purred, sitting down beside you. "I'm sure you must have many questions." He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "But don't worry, we have all the time in the world now." Hanzo's gaze intensified, his pupils dilating with a mix of affection and something far more dangerous. "I've been watching you for so long, waiting for the right moment to bring you here, to keep you safe with me." His fingers trailed along your jawline, sending shivers down your spine. "No one will ever separate us again. You're mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect you, even if it means keeping you locked away from the rest of the world."

The room felt suffocating as Hanzo spoke, his words laced with a dangerous possessiveness. You tried to sit up, but his firm yet gentle hand pushed you back down onto the bed. He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "You don't have to be afraid," he murmured. "I'm doing this all for your own good. To keep you safe, to keep you mine. No one will ever hurt you again." Hanzo's other hand found its way under your shirt, his palm pressing against your stomach. "Just relax, my sweet," he cooed, his fingers beginning to unbutton your clothes with practiced ease. "Let me take care of everything. I know exactly what you need." As he stripped away your layers, exposing your skin to the cool air, Hanzo's lips trailed down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses. "You're so beautiful," he breathed against your skin, his hot breath sending tingles through you despite the fear coursing through your veins. "And soon, you'll be mine in every way possible." Hanzo slowly leaned closer to you, his hand delicately caressing your cheek. "I've waited so long for this moment," he murmured, his voice dripping with possessive undertones. He gently pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers linger on your skin for a few extra seconds. "You have no idea how hard it was to resist touching you all this time, to keep myself from devouring you completely." Hanzo's words sent chills down your spine, his intense gaze seemingly staring straight into your soul.

As Hanzo continued to strip away your clothes, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses down your neck, your heart raced with fear. His words echoed in your head, his possessive undertones sending shivers down your spine. You tried to resist him, to push him away, but his strength was overpowering. "W-wait." Hanzo paused, his lips hovering just above your collarbone as he looked into your eyes. "What is it, my love?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Don't tell me you still doubt our connection, still question why I did what I did to bring you here?" He pressed a lingering kiss to your skin before trailing his lips back up to your ear. "Because I needed you. I needed to feel your warmth, to taste your sweetness. And now that I have you, I won't let you go." Hanzo's hand slid lower, cupping your breast through the fabric of your bra. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardened beneath his touch. "You're so responsive, so perfect," he groaned, his breathing growing heavier. Hanzo's touch was both gentle and possessive, his words sending mixed signals through your mind. Your body reacted to his touch, betraying the fear that coursed through your veins. "Please… don't," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I don't want this. Let me go." Hanzo froze, his hand still resting on your breast as he stared intensely into your eyes. For a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossed his features before his expression hardened once again. "You don't mean that," he growled, his grip tightening on your sensitive mound. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind hasn't caught up yet." He captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding entrance as he plundered your mouth. Hanzo rolled on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head as he deepened the kiss, drowning out your feeble protests. When he finally pulled back, his eyes gleamed with a fierce determination. "You belong to me. Whether you accept it or not, I will make you see the truth." Despite your protests, your body responded to his advances, heat pooling between your legs. Hanzo's hand moved from your breast, sliding down your stomach to the waistband of your pants. He began to unfasten them, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

You tried to struggle underneath him, but his grip on your wrists was unbreakable. His eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of intense devotion and possessiveness in his gaze. "You'll understand soon enough," he whispered, his voice strained. "Once you realize how much I desire you, you'll want this just as much as I do." The words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and something else you couldn't quite place. Hanzo ignored your pleas, his fingers deftly removing your clothing until you were bared to him. His eyes devoured your exposed flesh, drinking in every curve and valley. "So perfect," he breathed out, his voice thick with lust. He released your wrists, only to slide his hands down your sides, gripping your hips firmly. He positioned himself between your thighs, his erection pressing insistently against your core. "Feel that? That's how much I want you," he growled, his voice rough with desire. He shifted, aligning himself with your entrance, teasing you with the promise of what was to come. "I can't wait any longer," he groaned, pushing inside you slowly, stretching you deliciously. The pain of being stretched combined with the pleasure of being filled made your head spin. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your body betraying your fear and resistance. Hanzo's possession of you was undeniable, his presence overwhelming. "Stop…" you gasped, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Hanzo paused, his eyes narrowing at your plea. "Why?" he demanded, his voice rough with desire. "Is it because you want me to stop? Or is it because you're enjoying this too much?" He began to move, pulling back slowly before thrusting back inside you. His rhythm was slow and measured, each stroke filling you completely. "Tell me the truth," he growled, his pace increasing slightly. "Do you want me to stop, or do you want me to fuck you like you deserve?" His words struck a chord within you, making your resolve waver. But you knew you had to fight, to resist. "I want you to stop," you lied, biting your lip to hold back another moan. The combination of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, your body responding to his every movement. You could hardly form coherent thoughts, let alone words. "It doesn't matter what I want," you managed to whimper out. Hanzo snorted, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Oh, but it does," he argued, his voice a low growl. "Everything about you matters to me. Every moan, every tremor, every quiver." He leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as he pounded into you relentlessly. "And right now, your body is screaming at you to surrender," he groaned against your mouth. His hand slipped between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing circles around it. The sensation sent sparks shooting through your nerves, making your legs tremble.

The combination of his relentless thrusts and skilled fingers was too much. Your walls clenched around him, your body betraying your mind once again. "Please…" you gasped, your voice breaking. "Please… I can't take it anymore." Hanzo's eyes flashed with triumph as he felt your climax approaching. "That's it, my love," he purred, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "Give in to me. Let go and feel every inch of me claiming you." With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed. "Mine," he roared, his voice echoing off the walls as he collapsed on top of you, still buried within your quivering depths. Panting heavily, you lay beneath him, your body twitching with aftershocks. Tears streamed down your face, a confusing mix of emotions swirling inside you. Fear, humiliation, but also an undeniable satisfaction. Hanzo's weight pressed you into the bed, his softening member still nestled inside you. You wanted to hate him for taking advantage of you, but your treacherous body craved his touch. Slowly, you turned your head away from him, unable to meet his gaze. "Get off me," you muttered weakly, your voice hoarse from crying. "Just get off me already." You closed your eyes tightly, praying for this nightmare to end. But deep down, you knew it was only the beginning. Hanzo would never let you go now that he'd had a taste of you.

Hanzo remained still for a long moment, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Finally, he lifted himself off you, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one elbow. He reached out, gently brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. "Shh, don't cry," he murmured softly. "I know it was intense, but that's only because the passion between us is so strong." He leaned in, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I meant what I said earlier. You're mine now, and I'll never let anyone hurt you again." He pulled you close, cradling you against his chest as he stroked your hair. "Rest now, my love. We have all the time in the world to explore this new bond we share." Despite yourself, you found comfort in his embrace. His warmth surrounded you, offering a sense of safety that was hard to resist. You forced yourself to be held, your body relaxing despite your mind's protests. "This isn't over, is it?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. Hanzo tightened his hold on you, a low chuckle vibrating through his chest. "Of course not," he replied, his voice rich with amusement. "We've only just begun." He planted another kiss on your temple, his fingers continuing their soothing strokes through your hair. "But for tonight, rest easy knowing that I'll protect you with my life. And tomorrow, when you wake up, I'll show you just how good things can be between us."

[whosgameisit]

[thekittysmeow]

AND YOUR NEW WOMEN’S CHAMPION!!!

SHE DID IT 💛🖤

[ephemeralsgaze]

[patchwork-crow-writes]

Having read your analysis on how bad Kris has it has gotten me to think. I really do think Kris is suicidal, but they're bound to the promise they gave to the Knight…so after that's fulfilled, maybe Kris just wouldn't care anymore, they would have no reason to keep going, if not for us.

BUT -- the WEIRD ROUTE tells us we can push this, the fact that we groom Noelle to become a traumatized, violation of their friendship all for the sake of "getting stronger". Kris getting pissed to the point where they are willing to damage the soul (checking your menu shows that HALF of your HP is gone!), and only being stopped by Asgore…means that that they were perfectly ready to take their own life just to stop US.

So what would later entail with that route? Why does the Spamton Sweepstakes only give us details on supposedly the Weird Route suddenly stopping at Chapter 5? Maybe...Kris will just end it all right there. Pushed past to a point where they can't even keep that promise, not when this is happening. Not when they're completely shutting down over the fact that Noelle's been broken and conditioned to love Kris in that sort of fashion. Something so bad that they just refuse to keep going, in spite of everything.

Okay, let me first apologise for taking so long to get back to this ask. I keep meaning to, and then I keep running out of time before I can. I hope you can forgive me, dear anon.

I'm going to put this under a read-more, due to my musings touching on some rather dark and potentially distressing topics: Content warnings for death, suicide, manipulation ahead... all the lovely things inherent to the Weird Route.

But yes... the promise... something that both keeps Kris going and seemingly drives them to deep despair... enough for them to potentially contemplate death as an alternative. The thing is, depending on the nature of this "promise", I'm wondering if it won't end with Kris having to sacrifice themself anyway, perhaps in an attempt to undo the damage they feel that they'd wrought with... whatever happened in their past. I'm wondering if the SOUL might play a factor there... perhaps Kris has to play host to it, let it grow stronger as it seals more and more dark fountains/Titans... and then give it away to bring Dess back from wherever she currently is. It would certainly put a new spin on their role as the "cage" - a container to safeguard the SOUL as they deliver it to whoever its true recipient is supposed to be.

Now, I can't speak on the weird route with any authority. But I do have a theory of sorts regarding the Spamton Sweepstakes chapter numbers. As you pointed out, they count upwards to chapter 5 and then stop. This could mean that perhaps Kris just completely pulls the plug and self-terminates to stop the SOUL from doing... whatever the hell it's doing. But I wonder if maybe the count stops at five because that's the point where the Weird Route is completely locked in, and can no longer be opted out of. I know that, even in chapter 4, we can still abort the weird route right up until we reinsert the thorn into Noelle's finger. That seems to prime her for something... some action she'll have to perform in order to truly "complete" the weird route. I'm guessing that we will still be able to opt out of whatever that action is supposed to be, right up until it's executed. But once we pull the trigger, there'll be no going back. The Weird Route will be permanent from that point on.

As to what this action might be? I'm going to hazard a guess that we'll have Noelle freeze somebody else... either Ralsei or Susie... or perhaps both, if we consider the implications of the Sword Route game. In that light, Berdly could have perhaps been the test run... a terrifying thought because that makes his apparent death/coma even more meaningless than it already was.

As I was writing this, a truly chilling thought popped into my head: perhaps we're BOTH right here. Perhaps the Weird Route IS completed, and Kris DOES choose to end their own life... but by that point, it's already too late. What if we were still able to pilot their corpse, even after they'd died? What if we persevere through our infection of Noelle, and she's able to bring us back? What if not even the death of our protagonist could stop this horrible fate from transpiring? If that's true, then the line "you were used up" suddenly carries a much more fatal weight than it did before...

Whew, this was a bit dark! I hope I'm not right, but... man. I hope this was interesting to you, anon!