#Ignore that whoopsy

[homosexualworkaccount]

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Teen Audiences and Up

Fandom: Mortal Kombat (Video games)

Relationship: Johnny Cage/Kenshi Takahashi

Characters: Takahashi Kenshi, Johnny Cage, Raiden (Mortal Kombat), Kung Lao, Liu Kang (mentioned), Mileena (Mentioned), Jackson “Jax” Briggs (mentioned), Tanya (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Sexual Tension, Blood kink (Kinda?), Canon-Typical ViolenceI, mplied Kung Lao/Raiden, I mean they are dating, just not explicitly stated, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Slash, Feelings Realization, Soft Kenshi Takahashi, towards the end anyway, Non-Graphic Violence, Johnny Cage being Johnny Cage, By that I mean insane, BAMF Johnny Cage, Strength Kink, sorta - Freeform, Kenshi’s just very attracted to Johnny’s fighting skills, Idiots in Love, Politics, Outworld (Mortal Kombat), Outworld Politics, Battle Scenes, Battle, Developing Relationship

Summary;

Johnny’s bloody grin stretches in mania as Tanok struggles, pushing as Tanok stumbles. His shirt tears at the shoulder in his opponents haste to do something, and buttons are shredded when Tanok tries something with his other hand.

Exposed skin is covered in veins of sticky blood, his neck flushed in a pretty red that goes down to his chest.

Kenshi has to cross his legs when his blood drops south. What the fuck, he thinks as Johnny’s shirt is completely torn and hangs on by what’s tucked into his belt, thighs tightening, what the fuck.

(Or, Kenshi realising he’s in love with Johnny through a gladiator battle when he has to fight for the trust of an Outworld colony. It’s more romantic than it sounds)

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The Mortal Kombat brain rot got to me so have some Johnshi 🫡

[krysmcscience]

sippy gone wrong

The sequel to this that no one asked for, yet which @miaumiaoumao predicted with 100% accuracy. How did they know this was the other thing not pictured???

Also, @pigeonfeather caused this additional sequel:

Lamb, did you ever think Narinder would be a menace by accident? He is A Cat.

[ghostycatz]

Binged @post-it-notes7 's Mirrorverse masterpost recently and wanted to doodle some of their GSA folks! (Well one of them is a former member anyway)

[arthrobug]

Kobylu Week Day 1: Roleswap

LAST FEW MINUTES OF THE DAY SHUSSSSH

Okay silly lore I thought of since I'm free now-

The only ones swapped are Koby and Luffy, and I also adore the Rocks D. Koby AUs so of course I alluded to that lmao, and basically Luffy is just the most unhinged Marine you've ever fucking seen 💀

Rumor that Xebec had a descendant got out a while before Koby was born, around the time Roger was executed. Koby was soon involuntarily abandoned after he was born, since his parents got found out and killed by Marines. He was taken into the care of a communication line of fishermen, who found out Koby's bloodline pretty quickly, but decided to keep it a secret. He was passed island to island to keep his existence a secret (oh hey sorta like Luffy lol), but he was still kidnapped by Alvida at 14. However, Koby was aware of his lineage and was already trained in how to defend himself, and he managed to escape only after a few weeks, albeit badly injured. By pure coincidence, he ran into Red-Haired Shanks, who decided to give Koby some medical attention before dropping him off someplace. In the time they knew each other, Shanks decided to give Koby -instead of his whole hat- the red ribbon attached to his strawhat to Koby. Koby still wears the ribbon as a bandana to this day.

Luffy never met Shanks in this AU, and Garp drilled Marine ideology into his grandson's head harsher than ever, but it of course didn't stick right, and Luffy interprets it in bizarre ways. Luffy is still extremely motivated to find the One Piece, but not to become the King of the Pirates. He just wants to out of spite and boredom.

Luffy and Koby met during the timeskip, about a year after Ace had been wrongly executed. In that time, Koby had become a prominant pirate from both his name and his grandfather's. People assumed he was after the One Piece as well, and they weren't wrong, but Koby's real reason to find the One Piece was to end the era of pirates, not to become King. Luffy had been on a sort of off-site probation after he tried publicly saving Ace (to keep him out of the public's eye/to forcefully make him cool down/to make people believe he was dead), and ran into Koby. Luffy was briefed who Koby was, but couldn't care less, and became good friends with him extremely quickly.

And that's all I got pff, might make a fic might not, anyways see ya tomorrow for the Modern Prompt 👍✨

[brrdhouse]

hawk tuah, bleed on that thang

[5hark-byt3]

I’m so scared right now I blacked out and these fucking creatures were on my screen I’m gonna start tweaking WHAT ARE THESE THI

[pup-pee]

i woke up & started crying so i drew the goobers

SHIT I 4GOT BARTS GOGGLES N STUFF IGNORE THAT PRETNED IT THEREAAAAAAA

[s-e-v-e-n-24]

If I may squeeze in a request, Montana x Ark?

My beloveds <3

They're married. They've also never kissed because they're idiots and have been pining like 50+ years

[raindrvq]

dally and pony doodles for today 🫡

[mushyfart]

DOUBLE post (kind of)!!!!

part 2 of old stuff I never posted (bonus under text)

[amethystpath-writes]

Entertainment

(NOT A PR0MPT)

******

“I don’t love you,” Hero said. “I won’t love you, even though they all suspect it.”

“Isn’t it disappointing?” Villain asked.

Hero only hummed in question. She felt serene despite the storm brewing in her mind. For now, she would listen.

“To make another human your source of entertainment? You are televised. You don’t see your shepherds now, but there is a show playing in their minds during this very moment. You. Naked in my bed- as if we could ever be lovers. A scandal- because no one can ever be good enough. Nobody is allowed to be The Hero. That person, should they ever arise, must always be eradicated.”

Villain stared at the night sky from the park bench, swollen and wet from the rain which had passed. The dark clouds above appeared so thick that they stretched across space, blocking even the moon from seeing her subjects below. Another storm was being pushed through. “They wait for the day you’re found out- living out any trope that serves them, even if it’s not true of your life at all. Enemies to lovers.” He scoffed. “The new fad. Unfortunate for them, I hate you,” he said, and his eyes never left the stormy clouds. “We are not their love story, and I��ll spite you at every turn for making them think this rivalry could turn to such. Tell me, why did you decide to become their next victim, hero?”

“You make it sound like I wanted them to call me a traitor under their breaths.” Her voice held no contempt. She was too tired for that- for anything besides a quietly piqued interest. “I don’t want to betray them. I fight you because they don’t have the ability to. It’s all for them. It has always been for them.”

“And yet”- Villain shrugged- “what have they done for you? Spread rumors? Spoken to teen entertainment vlogs about their accounts on witnessing our ‘dates’? None of it is real. I tell myself I’m fighting for something, but the truth is, none of us are. Not even you, though you think your purpose is to oppose me- to oppose evil and all that is ill. It’s not.”

Progressively, Hero felt the tips of her ears warming- a deep contrast compared to the cold air around her. “I don’t entertain them.”

“You serve them. Is that phrasing any more to your liking?”

She couldn’t argue that. Hero did serve her community- by fighting Villain, by bringing justice to him. Or…trying to at least. The rumors came with their own consequences. She was outcasted. No one trusted her even though she never gave them a reason to distrust her. Hero fought Villain. That was all she ever did, but one person got it into their head that maybe- just maybe- they weren’t fighting at all. Maybe Hero and Villain were living a fairytale. Maybe they were an item and the fights were all a facade so at least one of them would be praised.

Still, it had nothing to do with entertainment. Hero didn’t want to think of it that way. If she did, it meant she did all of this for nothing. She had no purpose. She wasted her time, energy, and effort.

“Why did we meet here?” It was going to start raining again, and Hero was already shivering. She only met him tonight because doing so meant he was with her, in sight, and unproductive in his schemes. He volunteered her as a distraction; she wasn’t smart enough to say no.

“We might only be a means of entertainment, but I’ve learned to appreciate the act. You and I are not friends, but they think so. There’s a camera- over there…” He pointed to a tree, and Hero cursed under her breath. “And it’s been filming us the entire time. Having casual conversation on a stormy night where no one else would dare relax. Nice and private- though cold, but we’re willing to sacrifice that warmth if it means being together, right?”

“You set me up.” Here she thought she was allowing herself to distract him, but it was his plan all along. Of course he wasn’t wanting to fix this problem. “You said you were tired of the rumors, Villain. That’s why we were here, to lay them to rest.”

Villain laughed and finally looked to Hero. His eyes trailed to her ears, all red from her frustration. It irritated her even more and she untucked her hair. “You aren’t just their entertainment, Hero. You’re mine, too.” He muttered, “So easy.”

She wanted to argue: I’m not your entertainment; I’m Im no one’s, but it would only prove him right. Looking at his smile now, Hero regretted even pulling her hair from behind her ears.

I can fight him now. The camera would see it and the people would know that the two were not lovers at all. But again, she’d be amusing him. Right now, he was expecting her to make a move, to- to retaliate, if only to entertain him more. Yet, if she didn’t do anything, the tape he had now would only confirm in the community’s mind that she was a scandal. Untrue and unfit for being their voice. Would they arrest her?

“I’m all you have now. Your only security.”

Hero shook her head. “No. That’s not true.”

“Then who else do you have?”

The sky was sprinkling now. Fat cold raindrops touched on Hero’s shoulders and she shivered. “They’ll believe me,” she said, though it came out as a whisper. Still, Villain heard.

“Do they believe you now?”

No.

“If you are not with me, you are nothing but a bad face to them. I can give you a new identity. I can give you a new start, one where you can be the one entertained- not them.”

His hand touched her face. She flinched. When had she closed her eyes and when had he stood from the park bench? When did the sprinkling of them sky become thin, pelting drops?

It stung: his hand, the rain, the biting cold, the realization that she was running out of options.

“I don’t need your help.”

“They’ll arrest you. Treason,” he said, and rubbed his thumb across Hero’s cheekbone. “Isn’t that the highest punishable crime?”

Was it? She wasn’t sure.

He was scaring her.

He was scaring her, and it was working so well that she felt herself sweating despite also quivering in the downpour.

His fingers wrapped under her chin while his other hand rested on her shoulder. “I can help.”

“You’re the reason I’m in this position!” Hero tried to rip away, but Villain stopped her with a heavy grip. “I don’t want your help. I don’t want your help.”

“You put yourself in this position by fighting something you had no right mind fighting. You were unprepared, Hero. Ill-advised.” His thumb strummed her cheek again, calming, manipulative. “I only helped you realize.”

The drop on her cheek was warm- a tear, not a raindrop. “You told me we’re not friends.”

“No. I pity you.” The hand on her shoulder fell and Villain wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her into a hug. Instinctively, she turned her head against his chest. His shirt was soaked and cold, but it was comfortable. She stayed, forgetting entirely who he was.

When had the heat left her ears? Was it when the rain started or when she laid her head on his chest? “We’re not friends,” she said, but as she stood in the pouring rain, cheek pressed against Villain’s wet shirt, she couldn’t imagine leaving. Let them have their entertainment, she almost said, but no. She wasn’t supposed to be here.

Almost seeming to read her thoughts, Villain asked, “Who else do you have, Hero? Stand with me in this rain; let it wash away the hero you tried to be, and start anew.”

Thunder crackled across the sky. Hero remained silent. Enemies…lovers…amusement…what did it matter? She was comfortable in the rain, comfortable in the cold. “Will you delete the footage if I agree?”

He hummed.

“Delete it,” she begged, though her head never left his chest. “I want to start over. I would do anything.”

“Will,” Villain corrected. “I have some ideas for you.”

For now, they would leave the open sky, full of lightning and threatened existences. They would leave, and Hero would cry, grieve over her attempted heroism, and look to Villain- of all people- for a shoulder to cry on.

And as all villains do, he would take advantage of her, warp her mind, make her believe that she was wrong to be a hero, that she was a source of entertainment, though we, dear audience, know she was an inspiration all along.

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

Thinking about Simon visiting the cliffs as a storm rolls in, as the thunder rumbles and the lightning clashes he screams into the wind the wailing of the air and rolling clashes hiding his screams and the rain hiding his tears as they roll down his anguished face. How he feels close to him as the wind wraps around him. As the lighting flashes illuminating the sky in sharp flashes, as it roars like it too was grieving. In a way as the storm threatens to sweep Simon off his feet he can almost feel Johnny there with him, his bright smile and roaring voice, his arms hugging him tight. Simon finding comfort in the storm as it fades away the sun starting to peek out casting everything in a soft orange glow. Simon smiling for the first time in a long time as he feels that familiar warmth again. Oh Johnny I miss you Simon thinks as the smell of wet grass and fading ozone envelopes him and if he focuses a little bit more he can swear he can smell the sharp scent of gunpowder and the hazy swarm of a woodsy scent on sunkissed skin.

[doppelgangerdetectiondepartment]

You seem to be stressing out a lot lately.. You should take a break, here's a slice of cake 🍰

thanks. like genuinely thank you so much

[cricketchaology]

quote from little weirds by jenny slate

[atthebell]

roleta punishments >>>>>>

dramatic screenshots

[kyleiskoool]

tolentino and coneybear ❤️

i found a watercolour set in my oencilcasr and this is now my new favourite way to draw (drawing rough siloighetes and drawing ontop of them)

and then my official chip and leaf designs :)

ALSO LOOK AT THIS CLIP THIS IS MY NEW FAVOURITE THING HOW DOES HE BELT LIKE THAT