#( this verse owns my soul )

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Because of all the amazing Agatha that Billy found..

I am chosing to believe that Every. Single. Kathryn Hahn character is Agatha

And no I don’t mean Agatha varients

I mean Agatha just fucking around pretending to be different people all in one life. In one universe.

[the-meme-monarch]

i have a question on how toons re made in general

industry secret

[mrstsung]

Shang tsung imagine/blurb/hcs:

*note: after some kind words from a mutual. And fellow shang fan. I'm making something to cheer me up and if anyone else feels the same. I'm not gonna let my brain be mean to me. And keep doing what i love*

Cw: i guess maybe warnings of anxiety,mental illness,and or just brain being mean? Either way reader is feeling down. So shang tsung is helping reader cheer up. Angst,hurt comfort? Slightly spicy mention

Reader is technically gn

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Imagine:

You weren't feeling so well and you're sitting down by shang's island shoreline. You often come down to the beach to meditate or think. But usually you're accompanied by a guard or by shang,your lover, himself. But this time,you're alone. All with your thoughts,they ate at you. Doubt spilled into your mind as tears fell. Why must your brain hate you?

Shang was worried when he didn't see you come into the bed chambers you both shared. Usually you're not out this late. Let alone,outside the main palace. Perhaps you're at the private teahouse? Shang wondered.

*(To put perspective,i hc shang's main palace keep,where he lives and is the living quarters for him,his lover and his personal guards,warriors and servents. All of the others usually stay in a separate area and smaller buildings near the dock port. The palace gardens lead to a pathway leading down a staircase behind the main keep,where a beachside tea house is,shang uses this teahouse as a personal one. Instead of the ones used by kombatants during tournaments. This teahouse is secluded,quiet,and peaceful. It is a mix between Japanese,and Chinese architecture. The reason being is him and raiden often do business when discussing anything related to tournaments. Despite being rivals and sort of enemies. They are respectful of one another and often discuss things as would any master of the martial arts would or even as an emperor or lords of their respective domains. In short. They aint always barking at each others throats,so to have them in petty squabbles all the time is boring and pointless. Anyways. You often might come to this teahouse to get away so to speak.)*

Shang tsung got on his silk red robe. A garment that was decorated by images of dragons and Phoenixes. Etched in gold and yellow. The flame patterns danced along with shades of deep purple and indigo at its base. A fine clothing fit for a man such as he. Simple black slippers he wore as he stepped out the doors to the bed chambers. Into the garden. He followed the stone path through the gardens,enveloped in moonlight. It danced through the trees. The warm summer air,not too hot surprisingly despite being an island. But there had been rain recently,so it was much cooler,but not by much. There was sweet smells of flowers. Tropical hibiscus,Asian lilies,and little lotuses in the pond all filled the night air. Soft sounds of crickets,frogs and other nighttime summer creatures also sang. As shang tsung made his way to the staircase,he heard soft whimpers from below,at the bottom. He swiftly but carefully descended the stairs. As he got closer. He saw you on a large rock. Weeping. The rock was adjacent to the teahouse. He carefully approached you.

"My dear? What are these tears? Why are you out here by yourself this late in the hour? Is something wrong?"

Shang asked softly but in a concerned manner.

As you struggle to make eye contact. And in a small cracked voiced stated

"I just don't understand why you love me? Why would you choose to spare me? I'm not the best warrior,even with your training. I'm constantly worried,i second guess myself,I'm a mess,im not as beautiful/handsome as some people,im just so...meh,i feel like I'm not worthy of anything even kindness. I just don't get it. Besides you could find better I'm sure,a better person than boring,average me."

You lay your head back down on your crossed arms,over your legs you propped them upon. Still crying.

Shang was taken aback. Where did this come from?! His beloved? Doubtful of his love? Who would dare put those thoughts into your head!? But shang tsung thought about it. Perhaps it is not of another,but of a troubled mind. One filled with the anxieties and stresses and struggles of life itself. He walked over to you,first removing the slippers as not to track sand. Barefoot he walked on the warm sand. When he got to you he placed his hand under your head,lifted your chin with his fingers and spoke with the most earnest,soft,and loving voice.

"My dear sweet y/n. Why did i spare you? Simply because i chose to,i could have killed you,taken your soul,and that would be it. But i didn't. But in that choosing i found one of the most kindest of souls. A soul so genuine and true. And you never once tried to be anything but what you are. Your training has served you well,as you are alive aren't you? *chuckles* obviously the woes of kpmbat has not forsaken you yet? Why? Because you're warrior spirit isn't one of physical prowess. It is not of duty of honor. It is simply love. And love is the most powerful energy of all. Love for life,love for being,and the perseverance of it despite of the world around you. You study hard,love hard,and even play hard. You have the soul of a champion,regardless of frivolous titles given by gods. You are a beautiful soul. Inside and out. You worry of others before yourself,you always put others before you. Even when it's hard to. You stuck at my side,even when You had every right to leave. But here,you remain. I'm obviously doing something right my dear. I know that the dark clouds of your mind get to you,but they too will pass. And that beautiful bright glow from you will shine once again. Even now as i look at your tear soaked face,red,and all full of sorrow."

You couldn't help but giggle at that,he always knew exactly what to say.

Shang continues as he sits beside you,comforting you the best way that he could.

"My darling,i simply adore you,all of you. Even the messy parts as you said. Hell I'm messy myself, *chuckles* I'm a sorcerer of soul magic and dark arts after all. But even a devil such as i can appreciate a flower that blooms in adversity. It is the most beautiful,and the most colorful and bright. And no matter what your mind may tell you,your soul never lies. Just as you have been there for me,i will be there for you. And you are deserving just as much as any other. Even more so as I'm concerned. And you are already worthy. Words fail me to truly encapsulate how my heart feels for you. But what i adore the most is your company,simply put. I admire your presence,your existence is enough. But i prefer it more when you're filled with innocent wonder,joyful laughter,and full of life and love. A hunger for knowledge and a pursuit for purpose. Your strive for perfection isn't the way. What is, my love,is the strive to be better than you were yesterday. But if words are not enough to show you i indeed love you. Than perhaps this would suffice..."

Shang tsung then placed his hand upon your cheek,and kissed you passionately. With all the yearning and intensity that ached in his heart to soothe the storm in yours.

All melted away,no more worry,all doubt ceased. All that was. Was you and him. The sounds of the ocean waves crashing softly,the crickets nearby the paths end. All was calm. Your tears of sorrow turned to tears of joy. How silly you felt for doubting your lover shang,let alone yourself.

Of course he loved you. And he loved you in his own way. As did you.

You both sat and talked a few more hours in the teahouse over some tea. Laughing at old stories,on occasion making flirtatious comments,thus leading into a spicier moment. And you both fell asleep soundly in the teahouse.

By morning you awoke to being wrapped only in shangs silk robe.

He with just his silken pants and hair pulled back. Sat at the opening,doors slid open. The warm summer sun outside,hot but ocean air came through the teahouse so it was cool enough.

You just sat there admiring the view. Of both your lover,and the sea. You went over to sit next to him. And layed you head on his shoulder.

He kissed your forehead. And as you both gazed at the ocean. All of your troubles were gone,you were ready to take on anything the day offered you.

Shang helped make you stand proud and firm in who you are. And for shang? Well you get to see his softer side,not many get that chance. How lucky are you?

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This was highly self indulgent. Sorry if it's longer than what i originally planned. But i got so sucked in as i was writing it.

Again no matter if others also self ship with shang, i know that my self ship is unique. And i gotta remind myself that and not be discouraged by this. And i love writing for him. And even if its very self indulgent.

I shouldn't be afraid to post my work. Even if one person likes it. Even if it gets zero recognition. I created something,and i need to remind myself. This is how i grow. Both as an artist and person. Those that matter don't mind,and those that mind dont matter,so to speak. And im glad that people do like my work. Even if its super self indulgent and specific at times.

Again sorry for rambles. Ugh.

Admin is in the feels ok?

I feel shang would want me to keep creating. And keep doing what i love. Him. Lol.

Anyways. I hope you like this. And i hope that this could cheer you up too if you're ever feeling down about yourself.

It helped me when writing it. <3

With love as always

🐍💚 -mrstsung

Hope y'all have a nice day/night.

[edda-grenade]

some sketches i made while working on a matter of love

soul names (love and death names, in the case of this fic) are honestly a narrative goldmine, like is it fate? is it yourself? are you being controlled, and if so, are you gonna let it? stack a pile of cultural pressures about soulnames on top and off you go :D

[apostle-therock-peter]

"welcome to america" by lecrae is the closest a mainstream christian musician can get to anarchist christian/socialist christian/communist christian without people noticing because they're just grooving to lecrae's masterful flows and the epic beats and "this couldn't happen to me" etc etc etc

[antisatiric]

two more twains happened today. you are all welcome .

[desalvar]

TAG DROP

[deathfavor]

( i would never break your heart )

@unmachine - because I saw this and couldn't pass up on it after the talks we've had

[graunblida]

arrested development prompts // always accepting @bokketo sent: "I deceived you. "Tricked" makes it sound like we have a playful relationship." // loki (context, what context? idk have a wild myth!verse bastard)

Over the years, Lexa had developed a habit of taking her grandfather's words with a hefty grain of salt. The gods tended to over dramatize events and situations, and he proved to be no different. So when the old bastard warned her about his blood brother, she paid him no heed. There was quite a few many things the Allfather was wrong about, but when he was right? Lexa's shoulders rose and fell sharply with her sigh.

" Okay this one's on me. " She can practically hear Odin's ground-shaking MIRTH. She had always figured Loki was the family scapegoat, but perhaps the myths transcribed by mortals were more accurate than not. " Why did you need me? Couldn't you have gotten it yourself? " Lexa gestures to the meginjord, now in the trickster god's possession. Her uncle will be most displeased she played a hand in all of this.

[fateprotected]

@paramounticebound

i came out of Beyond wanting to draw Ballerina Enterprise dancing the dying swan and i FINALLY got around to it  i hope the next movie is a little gentler with my silver lady  ;_____;

[yeslordmyking]

Hebrews 11:16 — Today's Verse for Saturday, November 16, 2024

[shidoukanae]

Chapter 75 and 76 have been so funny for male lead characters suddenly spouting red flag lines.

Paris's is expected because the narrative has always been honest about how he's got a screw loose but seeing the 2nd lead syndrome guy pining hopelessly after Lyla seemingly imply he was trying to make her unhappy with his presence is ???? huh????

like im aware my very loose translations are probably scuffed as fuck and there's room for further interpretation but man is this manga a ride lmao. It never feels like a chapter is wasted and that there's always something more to be learned about this world, its story, and its characters. And it means every chapter is never a letdown because there's always SOMETHING happening and it makes me !!! to see

[snowdropheart]

God hoom is SPEAKING to me these days

[nostomannia]

tag dump

[redhead-reporter]

 🌿 Sweethearts 🥰

º ✧ 。mj gets accidentally caught under the mistletoe with @tellemidied !

"You sure you're READY for this? I mean we can handle a little bad luck if we don't follow the rules ... can't get much worse than you dying, right? Compared to that everything else would be a BREEZE." MJ attempted to joke. But the teasing laughter didn't quite reach her eyes - they were WIDE, uncertain and constantly glancing around the room to try and assess who might be watching them. Mentally calculating if they had time to duck out from under the mistletoe before anyone NOTICED they'd stumbled into its path, to preserve their secret a little bit longer.

While she knew that Peter CARED for her, that he'd healed both himself and his heart enough to make room for her in his life? They hadn't exactly taken their relationship PUBLIC yet. Not that they were HIDING it, they were just ... moving on his time table. Taking baby steps to make sure that he felt comfortable with everything, keeping it all to themselves so they didn't have to listen to anyone's opinions on it but their OWN. Hell they'd only JUST started having sex after months of dating; waiting had demanded a kind of patience that MJ had honestly never displayed before.

But Peter was SPECIAL. He was worth it and more. And apparently ... he was willing to let her PROVE it a little tonight. He wasn't saying NO.

"... I love you." she murmured happily in the seconds before their lips touched, arching her back to press her chest into his. Seeking his familiar WARMTH, that rush of liquid joy that ran down her spine and pooled in her belly whenever he held her.

[antisatiric]

[ lean ]

Twain barely reacts as Alastor's weight settles against him, though his contented heart betrays his happiness just a little.

He always craves touch---if not skin to skin, then the pressure of someone else being close enough to him to feel it. Back when he was alive, it had been years. Then eight more of them in Hell with only passing, fleeting touches that were accidental. That didn't mean anything.

Every one of Alastor's means something, on the other hand. He's a little like a cat in that way, picky and capricious about who he grants the privilege to be so close.

So it's Alastor who initiates, most of the time, which works out because then Twain doesn't have any room to worry about whether Alastor's just humoring him. He doesn't do all that much he doesn't want to, though Twain privately thinks Alastor indulges him a little more than he lets on.

He almost opens his mouth to speak, but decides against doing so right away. It's a rare moment of quiet from him---of waiting before speaking. He doesn't usually like the quiet, but then again, usually it's quiet because he's alone. Alastor couldn't be more 'here' if he tried. There's no more tangible reminder of his presence than touch itself, and Twain can't help that all his focus is constantly on that.

Instead he turns his head a little, leaning it into Alastor's, positioned carefully so it's hopefully comfortable for both of them. Silence passes.

"Y'know, I..."

His voice doesn't slice through silence like a knife through butter or shatter it like any damn thing to a mirror. The words just end it, plain and simple.

I think I love you and it's scaring me. I could stay like this for the rest of my afterlife. I'm glad it's you and me here right now. I wanna kiss you more badly than I've ever wanted to kiss anyone. I don't know if I remember who I was before I met you; I don't know if I want to.

"... I care about you a whole lot more than I ever thought I would when we met."

safety. / accepting.