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The problem is that America has beaten down its people for decades and gotten them weak and desperate and now promises a way out, a way to transcend and rise above, through selling out their fellow man. They encourage contempt and hatred as one way ticket to not being included with the masses being death marched to poverty or imprisonment or whatever other bitter end surely awaits the people they’re told are beneath them. An embarrassingly large chunk of white men are just straight up nazis these days as a way to dissociate from the rest of the carnage around them, even if they’re broke and uneducated and from an impoverished background themselves. They’ll vote for and align themselves with anything for a taste of power and control that makes them feel a little less helpless. The same goes for minorities. They’ll punch down if they think it’ll get them somewhere, even if in reality they’re punching sideways. I don’t know what else to say, really. Everybody is so incredibly hateful. We are a loveless, disrespectful nation. We are so spread thin by our government that we would sell each other out in a heartbeat for an ounce of relief. This is what we’ve come to.

It’s not even about Trump at this point. He’s gonna get in office and do whatever he does and it’s gonna be a mess but whatever. This is indicative of deeper problem. This is just the ugly consequence of the already present reality in this country that we all just despise each other. There is no solidarity and there is no love. Trump being in office or not doesn’t change the fact that America is a breeding ground for violent hatred. Trump has given people a shining example of how to give in to the worst parts of your human nature and make it the problem of everyone around them. I don’t even know what we’re supposed to do about that. I don’t know if that’s something we can come back from. And if anything COULD be done about it, Trump certainly wouldn’t do it. Honestly, Kamala probably wouldn’t have either. We are so deeply fucked.

However, I must say, if you voted for Trump, I hope that peace never finds you. Instead, I hope clarity strikes you someday like a clap of lightning and you have to live the rest of your life with the knowledge and guilt of what you’ve done and who you are as a person.

Love yall. Shit is so bleak but the world keeps spinning until it doesn’t, I guess. We can’t count on the government for literally even a shred of progress or hope so just keep up the good fight in your own personal lives. That’s literally the only thing to be done at this point. Stay safe out there. Maybe buy a gun.

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✎ ❝Wanting What I Can’t Have.❞

bi-han + reader

pining

angst?

short oneshot

Forever your grandmaster would be at a distance from you. But, you would continue to watch. At your knees, with dancing eyes.

Perhaps it was inappropriate to think of the grandmaster in this way.

No, it definitely was inappropriate.

Genuinely how could you not? Your life practically revolves around him, his orders, his values. Now, you sat on your knees gazing up at him, admiring him. A single candle that illuminated the space. Casting a warm orange glow that highlighted his features, his sharp jawline and deep set eyes. With his hair feathering down, giving his normally sharp appearance a newfound softness.

Gentle chirps of the crickets that laid outside, with the soft sound of writing that filled the room. Your tongue sat heavy in your mouth, not by choice—He had ordered you to be silent, so silent you will be. If there wasn’t this barrier of subordinate and master, maybe you would be running your hands up his biceps and across his tense back.

You shouldn’t be looking at Bi-Han like this. If he caught you, surely he would notice your distracting emotions. A part of you wanted him to notice how you gave him fleeting glances, how your eyes rounded when you met his own.

Not that he’s ever truly seen you. On one hand you could count the amount of times he’s addressed you by name. Which is appropriate, he isn’t the one who dreamed of tangling his fingers in your hair—braiding it. Those were your distant fantasies.

Forever your grandmaster would be at a distance from you.

But, you would continue to watch. At your knees, with dancing eyes.

The gentle scribble on the parchment stopped, and he set the pen down with a deep sigh escaping from him. There was a moment of wariness that passed across his face, only to be replaced with cold indifference as he turned his head.

His steely eyes meeting your own.

just a small short story to feed y’all while you wait for my double upload >:D. it’ll be for raiden’s story and the new baraka story. if this gets enough attention maybee i’ll turn this into a short fic. but we’ll see how far my motivation carries me.

tysm for reading!!

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how many of you would be sad if i didn’t update “sundrenched linens” for raiden and did baraka instead….

JUST HEAR ME OUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

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✎ ❝general relationship headcanons!❞

syzoth (feat. ashrah), baraka, raiden

love languages

fluff

thouple (syzoth + ashrah + reader)

thank you guys for so much support! im just going this hc thingy while I think up this for the raiden story (which hopefully won’t take too long). please enjoy!! ᰔ

ᰔ syzoth :: quality time and gift giving

he is not uncomfortable to talk about his passed family, honestly syzoth would enjoy if his partner was interested in that part of his life. whether it’s recommending visiting their grave site, or sharing his grief—is something that he greatly appreciates.

the reason ashrah and syzoth work so well is because they’re both trying to right their sins, having you be there and being supportive means the absolute world. he shows you that through small thoughtful gifts (mostly trinkets that he finds at markets or on his walks).

idk if anyone is actually interested in a thouple with them…but hear me out 🤲. I genuinely think ashrah and syzoth would be so well rounded and loving. date nights either in Shaolin’s gardens or mileena’s palace (probably in the library), always romantic with stereotypical candle light and a nice dinner. syzoth thinks it’s important to make it special as possible since there’s only a few times when you’re all together.

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ᰔ baraka: acts of service, words of affirmation, physical touch

what baraka truly needs is another leader. there is so much responsibility placed on his shoulders with the colony—but of course he would never truly ask you to help, he’s stubborn and well…has a guilty conscience. you would need to insert yourself without needing to be prompted. assertiveness and responsibility is something he finds extremely attractive, as well as being compassionate, gods knows that it’s also something he needs.

physical contact is foreign to him, after years of being alone once his family passed and being ill. he adores it when you bring some type of normalcy to touching him, though he’s the first to pull away. baraka knows the risk he puts you in everyday, if he can limit the chances of tarkat spreading to you—while still indulging this relationship, he will.

like asking for extra leadership—he wouldn’t pursue you. baraka wouldn’t ever expect another chance of love, in all honesty he would think that his pining is one sided. Though once you’ve established a relationship with him, he’s open with you. private moments with you are filled with him thanking you for the work you put in the colony, and how you treat not only him but others. even though he’s no poet, he makes sure you know he cherishes you.

. . .

ᰔ raiden: words of affirmation and quality time

usually he pursues people that he highly respects. you don’t have to do something exceptional, but having passion for your own beliefs is what he values in a person and especially in a partner. also it would be admirable if you were interested in his own goals and aspirations, after all raiden’s prospective has changed much once the events in outworld has passed.

raiden is humble…but he likes showing off to you—not exactly out of place of smugness but he enjoys when you are impressed at his talents. he smiles so brightly whenever you compliment him on his achievements or on his hard work in general. it’s probably one of his top motivation besides him genuinely enjoy what he’s doing.

if you two ever got the chance to go back to fengjian his first goal would to introduce you to his family, he has to be a mama’s boy. he cares deeply for his family and he wants you to feel included in that circle. besides visiting them, he’s taking you to see the sites and old hang out spots. leading you along by holding your hand keeping you close (I love him he’s so sweet ugh). it means everything that you’re willing to listen to his childhood stories and just with him in general to visit his hometown.

sadly i’m trying to keep his to minimum since my own little headcanons for him should show up in the story i’m writing for him :]

thank you for reading!

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raiden + reader

humble meet insecure

fluff

multiple chapters

bending over backwards day in and day out. nails chipped, fingers swollen and raw, hardly awake—just for that effort to be ruined by you dropping food and plates on the earthrealm champion’s clothing.

Working in the Empress's Castle was a privilege.

Cleaning royal linens, arranging the flowers for his majesty's mural, tending to the gardens, preparing for grand feasts—It was a grandios job that took multiple to function. You were but a small cog, which you were reminded of constantly. Not by who you would think, no one of the royal status would ever blink an eye at you unless you were out of line. It would be other members who had more... respectable jobs in the castle. Guards, Head Maids, even your own colleagues.

That was normally the case, but now there was added pressure. It was time for the tournament or most importantly the festival for the late emperor.

Three weeks of waking up before the crack of dawn and rehearsing table dressing, serving the food, the manner in which you speak-all must be perfect.

Every step you take must be apart of the well-oiled machine of premium servitude. During this time there would never be a moment where it didn't feel as if you were stepping on eggshells. Having the strength of Outworld tested meant that pride was also on the line. Government officials who would never make the effort to bend their necks to examine your work—were now up your backside to make sure everything is polished to quality expectations. Snide comments to your work ethic would also be the new normal throughout this strenuous time.

Thankfully, it was almost over. The evening banquet was shortly coming to a close after the General’s…outburst. Servants trailed in, gracefully picking up plates and silverware. It was almost like an performance with how much repetition of order to collecting dishes had been drilled into everyone’s head. Muscle memory served you well as you whisked away used appetizer plates and wine cups that littered the table. Before you could completely step away, a hand caught your wrist.

Quickly looking up to fix your gaze on an earthrealmer who had made himself comfortable near Princess Kitana seat. A uniform smile melted onto your face, tilting your head at the man.

“Is there something I can assist you with?”

You watch as his hand began to gesture towards the Princess with a charming smile unfurling from his lips. “If you’re not too busy, can you fetch Her Majesty and I some more of this delicious wine?” He exaggerated his words greatly as he spoke—It wasn’t hard to tell that everyone seating with him used to his dramatics, some even rolling their eyes.

Nodding along to his words, “Of course, right away, sir.”

Swiftly stepping away from the dinning table and into the hall. Carrying in your arms were dishes, carefully balanced onto two trays. You couldn’t help but be grateful for not being on kitchen duty—Probably one of the most stressful tasks during and after the banquet.

On this walk you find your mind wandering about the scenery. The gold statues were polished to a beautiful shine, large floral arrangements that compliment the accessorized purple carpet with brilliant green leaves. Even if Outworld didn't win the tournament, there would be a small success with aesthetics.

Eyes completely absorbed with the beauty that you work hard to maintain, that's how you missed the flash of white appearing out of the corner of the hall. You felt time freeze as you bumped into what it felt like a brick wall. At the speeds both of you were going you found yourself practically being repelled backwards. Frantically trying to regain your balance, not for the sake of yourself but more so for the fragile and expensive porcelain. What did not help was the stranger reaching out and gripping your right forearm, truly a valiant effort but simply made you lose your grip on that side of dishes. Even though all of this seemed to go down in slow motion—It didn’t. The plates and glasses clambered down onto the floor, with you along with it.

When you properly dropped onto the floor, the grip on your forearm had been released. Irritation and horror sunk in deep into your bones, your head snapped up to glare ahead at whoever knocked you over expecting to find a guard or another servant. That is not who you found…instead time paused once more, but this it was only for you. As the man infront of you scrambled to help you up with wide eyes.

“I deeply apologize, I didn’t realize that there would be anyone coming this way—“ He pulled you up, gentle hands at your shoulders. “—I’m so sorry.”

You had spent these weeks bending over backwards day in and day out. Nails chipped, fingers swollen and raw, hardly awake—Just for that effort to be ruined by you dropping food and plates on the Earthrealm Champion’s clothing. It was almost enough for you to drown in hysterics.

You can’t tell what gobsmacked you more, the fact that you made such a rookie mistake or that he was apologizing to you. His eyebrows were pinched, those brown eyes looking at you with worry. Realizing you’ve been stunned into silence for way to long to be deem appropriate, you nod before taking a step back.

“Nono! I should be the one apologizing, sir.” You assured quickly. Of course he had to be wearing white, the orange stains practicality glowed. Sweat beads began forming on the back of your neck as you were royally fucked. Everyone’s temper was surely flared with the scene that General Shao had caused, now a lowly servant had added onto the tension. The only thing you could do was damage control.

“I can have your shirt cleaned first thing in the morning, please allow me.”

He blinked at you owlishly. “I couldn’t possibly trouble you—“

“—Please sir, it’s the most considerate thing I could do for you!” You were beginning to panic as he refused your offer, your lips were thinned as you internally plead for him to accept your offer.

“I…Alright, I suppose that’s fair. But please allow me to help you pick this up.” He motioned towards the floor.

A part of you wanted to thank him profusely, the other part wanted him to stop before you cried. What the champion was doing was kind, of course…but utterly beneath him. Your mouth opened to dismiss the idea entirely, but he was already moving to collect the fallen plates. Deciding not to argue any further, you bent down to join him.

Together it was quick for the mess to be picked up. You tried to grab the majority of the dishes but he had insisted carrying some more. Leading him to the kitchen you both walked in silence, for the man it was perhaps comfortable, but you could only imagine the stares you would get once dropping off the dishes.

You entered the back kitchen door with your head hung low, ignoring how some of the idle chatter of the staff stopped once you and the earthrealmer came through. Looking back you motioned towards one of the countertops.

“Set them over here, sir.” You guided gently putting down the dishes with a soft clank. The man’s attention was drawn back to you, he was seemingly lost in the immensity which was the Empress’s kitchen.

“This is…impressive.” He said, astonishment written on his face. “Madame Bo would approve.”

You couldn’t help the prideful smirk that curled on your lips. “Of course, everything is high end in this palace.” Nothing but the best in these walls.

The champion had let out a short laugh and nodded at your words. “I can’t say I disagree.”

The two of you worm your way out of the kitchen, now back into the hallway you turned to face him, holding out your hands. It took him a moment for him to catch onto what you were motioning for. His face scrunched up, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry…I would need another shirt.” He explained, playing with the tips of his fingers.

You battered your lashes before nodding in agreement. Before you could completely turn in your heels, “I have to inform you…We might not have anything up to the same quality of your original shirt—“ You absentmindedly rubbed your hands together as you spoke. “—But, I’ll make sure to have your shirt returned to you before anything else tomorrow.”

He looked confused as you told him before his face warped into one of amusement. “Oh, that old thing is just a working shirt…I’m not one to carry anything gaudy.” You couldn’t help how your lips formed in an ‘O’ as you slowly nodded.

You fully faced forward as you led him to a nearby but hidden closet. Storing equipment for the chefs in the kitchen. Luckily they had extra clothing, for whenever they needed a change of uniform. Shuffling through the white shirts you found one similar to his size before handing it over to him.

“Here you go, Sir. The bathrooms are not far, but if you need me to lead you—“

He shook his head, “—No, I was just there before..I knocked into you.” The man gave an apologetic smile before taking the shirt in hand.

It wasn’t completely similar to the one he was wearing now, but it’ll definitely get the job done. The man dismissed himself to the bathroom down the hall, and you waited patiently (albeit nervously considering you gave a guest serving linens). It wouldn’t take him long to return with the ruined work shirt.

“I feel as if I should still apologize, I’m truly am sorry.”

“Nonsense, sir. I should’ve been more careful.”

The champion still seemed unsure as he handed you the shirt, his eyebrows creasing further with guilt. In all honesty…You found it amusing how humble he was. Perhaps you shouldn’t be so surprised, Lord Liu Kang never seemed the type of be pretentious so why would his champion.

“Please, enjoy the banquet while you still can. And if you could, inform your friend I’ll be there with his wine.”

He nodded, a smile etching back onto his warm features.

“Of course, have a goodnight.”

The man walked away, back into the chattering dining hall. With you alone your fingertips play with the rough fabric in your hands.

“He was right…This isn’t high quality at all.”

end of pg. 1

errmm baby’s first fic i hope you guys enjoyed!! if the grammar is off please just comment and i’ll fix it, i wrote this in one take and i’m sick + dyslexic so be patient 🙏🙏. anyways im hoping for this to be multiple parts if people decently enjoy…i pinky promise to give the reader more personality besides being anxious abt work. okay byeee :p