#fated ball

[caffstrink]

(Through erratic breathing) Arjunya Pawdava

[ruiiplume]

Modern Nohrian fam

Will plan a Hoshidan equivalent soon 👍🏾

[epikhightechnology]

"I love you, Pete"

[mayhem444]

i had to

[whoishotteranimepolls]

"Who's Hotter?" Anime Blondes

[xamaxenta]

saber sabo and his master 😏

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

Basatria. by 光崎

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡 ℌ𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔅𝔞𝔩𝔩 - 𝔖𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 Տ, յգՑԴ

[king-k-ripple]

[gogoani]

Sakura, One of the Luckiest Girls in Anime World

Being saved by the Handsome Kakashi

Being held like a Princess by Itachi

Being Naruto First Love & the Funniest Duo

Married to Sasuke Uchiha, the last survivor of Uchiha

Being the World's Strongest Kunoichi 🔥

[nero-draco]

And thus a new friendship is born.

[simcardiac-arrested]

(digs up a concept and sketches from october) monster au anyone ? ?? creaturas??

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Anime Horse Tournament Round 2 Match 20

No propaganda submitted.

[heres-someart]

Revival

Click for better detail. ID under cut. Reblogs are better than likes

ID: A digital drawing of Jimmy Solidarity, a white man with blond hair, brown eyes, and golden wings over his ears. He is wearing a light wash jean jacket with rolled up sleeves, dark pants, a white t-shirt, and white sneakers. He is floating in a dark blue void. Surrounding him are wisps of orange magic going from below him towards a fate coin- a brown coin with a red heart- which is floating above his chest. Jimmy's chest also has orange magic

End ID

[somereaderinblue]

GEE ACHILLES, I WONDER, WHAT WILL HECTOR DO TO YOU!?!?

[tiptapricock]

KangTsung/Liushang headcannons? For mk1

YESSS yes yea yes yes ywa yeah yeH BABY

Send me some Mortal Kombat characters or ships for some nsfw headcanons!

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Neither of them know how they end up there, actually

Like objectively, sure. Shang Tsung gets sent to infiltrate enemy lines via seduction and get on Liu Kang’s good side to more effectively cripple the Earthrealm defenses

He plays innocent, he acts interested, he makes all the right comments and leaves all the right lingering touches to make any man go wild

But Liu Kang… knows him. He knows who he was, who he shaped him to be. He knows he hates Shang Tsung with a burning passion, and yet…?

Could he have turned out differently? Could this timeline have been altered so drastically that Shang Tsung ended up on the good path all on his own? Liu Kang crafted others that way, like Mileena and Baraka and Sindel, but he hasn’t touched the fates of mortals since the universe began

So part of him, the part that is more well meaning, is curious

And the other part of him, the part of him that is lonely and craves the types of human intimacy he has long starved himself of, is… well.

If Shang Tsung is showing so much interest, it only makes sense that Liu Kang investigates by fucking him

It’s not like he could do much damage, right? He’s not powerful in magic as he was before, and here they are surrounded by warriors who would jump at the nearest chance to defend Liu Kang

And Shang Tsung is also… very good at working him up

His laugh, the spread of his long fingers on Liu Kang’s waist, the way his eyes flick over him as if he plans to devour

It is stupid, but it happens

Liu Kang invites him to talk in private, and takes things into his own hands

He is cautious at first, conversational, but he drops his own touches, lets his eyes burn across the table as he hands Shang Tsung tea

He gets up to talk about Earthrealm, to talk about his duties, and circles behind Shang Tsung to slowly push the hair away from his neck

And kneel down

And kiss the warmth of human skin for the first time in many centuries

Shang Tsung himself is caught off guard by the intimacy of it. He expected Liu Kang to be rushed and intense as many men past their breaking point would be, but he’s not

He is pressure and heat, a burning line of fingers dipping beneath Shang Tsung’s clothes, maneuvering him up and against the wall

A tongue and teeth, a back that glows as Shang Tsung rakes his nails across it, a divine buzz hanging in the air as they grind and palm each other through hanging layers of silk and cotton

Shang Tsung, for a few minutes, forgets his mission

It is odd to be treated like a holy thing, to have a god’s eyes fluttering closed as he strokes him slowly, to be pressed into a quiet moment of intimacy as if he belongs there

And it is exhilarating

They continue after that night. Shang Tsung offers himself, and Liu Kang accepts

They spend evening after evening tangled upon the sheets, foreheads pressed close as Liu Kang fills Shang Tsung in deep, steady thrusts, hands moving to cup his chest, his shoulders, his cheek

This is wrong, Liu Kang knows, this will only end in tragedy, but it is hard to stop

Shang Tsung peels back his layers, finds the soft wanting beneath, and tugs at it

He rests himself in Liu Kang’s throat and pets his hair gently, praising him for his heat and compliance, for the beauty of a body that does not need to breathe, and Liu Kang melts with it

It is a tumble into something neither of them can pull away from

Liu Kang finds a desire growing he cannot quell, a bleeding pool of connection he is finally able to sate, and Shang Tsung is… losing sight of why he was here at all

Liu Kang’s hips are firm when he guides Shang Tsung in training, pressing too close, lingering after practiced falls to keep him close to his chest and smirking when he feels Shang Tsung get hard

He makes Shang Tsung’s breath hitch with his smile and the sting of his teeth, his fingerprints flushed burns that mark Shang Tsung’s shoulders and ribs on the nights he loses himself too deeply

But he is kind. He is a lord that cares

Shang Tsung has never deserved that, or perhaps he has, and the world has stolen it from him

It’s ironic, he knows, to find gratification in the arms and cock of the man who wrote his destiny, but it’s hard to think that way when Liu Kang sinks down on him so fully, so deeply trusting, and makes him feel like the center of the world

On those nights, when he cannot stop thinking, Shang Tsung digs his nails into the curves of Liu Kang’s skin, pulling him close, his hips snapping up, his chest heaving, and tries desperately to hold on to the man he was sent to kill