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it's been uhhh.. *squints* like.. more than a year since I last posted about my Metal Gear Solid journey.
the hyperfixation is well and alive, boys (gender neutral)!! I can safely assure you that an entire sketchbook has been filled with sketches of random MGS characters... can't scan any of them but I'll gladly give you some digital w.i.p.s I've made. :)
(let me know if you wanna see more of them please and thank you)
#oh yeah baby it's werewolf au time RAAAHHH#metal gear solid#metal gear solid v#mgs venom snake#mgs#metal gear fanart#mgs fanart#cod soap#john soap mactavish#johnny's just kinda there#the hyperfixations are communicating#the last two pics are a joke btw please don't ask me to draw horned up art of my fave characters thanks
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mutt. (small explanation under the cut)
early access + nsfw on patreon
so. a couple of lore things here.
Roba only took one of the blood vials before he went out to fight Price. But during Ghost's final interaction with Vernon, he smashes all of the remaining ones over the floor. When he finally killed Vernon, the impact of the blow splashed blood onto his hands, which he then used to a) slash Roba across the face and b) literally grab his tongue. So you can kind of assume that Roba's gotten a much much higher dose than he's supposed to safely take.
Also, his symptoms look pretty similar to the transformed state of Konig, no? Rabid, mindless, inability to talk, and most importantly, he's huge. I think my thought behind this is that the way the world used to be, monsters were way WAY larger than they are now. Roba was underselling it when he said that the vial "unlocks what is dormant" - probably a better description is that it strips away any hybrid's evolutionary 'safety cap' so to speak, in exchange for the original being's mind.
#i feel like this story has somehow expanded so far beyond what i thought it would be#but i kinda just??? kept??? going??? i hope this is all like understandable and stuff.#In any case there's a few more comics in this arc left (just to cover the recovery process and stuff for both Price and Ghost)#and then we’re going back to the present with Gaz and Johnny and the vaqueros!!#simon ghost riley#manuel roba#captain john price#monster 141 au#giragi art
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i 🩷 johnny's perpetual scowl.
#jjba#jjba fanart#sbr#steel ball run#sbr fanart#sketches#these were all just kinda quickies#i need to learn to draw johnny's wheelchair properly first before doing any clean art#mati draws
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Not much new, so old procreate/magma doodles!
#fanart#digital#my art#art#doodle#mortal kombat 1#kung lao#doodles#mk1 raiden#railao#johnny cage#memes#kinda vent art on the last one#bllllllllleeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhh#I just need to get over it already
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playing around with signatures for the mk1 cast (人*´∀`) (aka how can i combine mk and idol hell together)
left to right:
Kitana - Mileena - Tanya - Sindel - Rain
Shang Tsung - Quan Chi - Shao - Reiko - Li Mei
Ashrah - Havik - Nitara - Syzoth - Baraka
Liu Kang - Raiden - Kung Lao - Johnny Cage - Kenshi
Bihan - Kuai Liang - Tomas - Geras - Ermac
#also kinda handwriting hcs i guess?#For ermac's they can't decide on a signature cuz there's just so many people so it ended up as a kinda awkward scribble#mortal kombat#mortal kombat 1#mk1 2023#kitana#mileena#tanya mk#sindel#rain mk#shang tsung#quan chi#general shao#mk reiko#li mei#ashrah#havik#nitara#syzoth#reptile mk#baraka#liu kang#raiden mk#kung lao#johnny cage#kenshi takahashi#bi han#kuai liang#tomas vrbada#geras
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soap + volleyball = explosive ass claps spikes
#when the haikyuu and cod brainrot just kinda... blended together... hshsahahsahsa!!!!!!!!???#i remembered my volleyball au for the cod bitches.. so i wanted to redesign them SHAHSHASH i'll probably draw the other bois too idk!!!#ooh.. what if i draw tsukishima in tac gear........ what then... (tho he would never wear anything heavy... mfer hates getting tired...)#ok gnight im eepy#my art#2024#call of duty#call of duty: modern warfare#call of duty: modern warfare ii#call of duty: modern warfare iii#cod#cod mw#cod mwii#cod mwiii#modern warfare#mw#mw2#mw3#soap cod#johnny soap mactavish#soap mactavish#art#fanart#digital art#digital drawing#sketch#doodle#video games
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Johnny Silverhand in Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty (2023)
#johnny silverhand#cyberpunk 2077#phantom liberty#keanu reeves#cp2077#cyberpunk2077edit#johnnysilverhandedit#myedit#i just think he's neat#something about the way#that he's the angel on v's shoulder in pl#when everyone else tries to use them#contrasted with him being#kinda the devil on v's shoulder#in the base game#do you see my vision
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THE KARATE KID (1984) / COBRA KAI (2018-2025)
#daniel larusso#kenny payne#johnny lawrence#anthony larusso#robby keene#terry silver#cobra kai#bro the parallels are insane#daniel and kenny not even sharing one scene together is a crime#not me now realizing 'lia' is just 'ali' rearranged 💀#i didn't add the arcade one because that was technically a daniel > robby parallel but it also kinda counts imo#i like how daniel hesitates on the apology because a part of him (probably) believes johnny deserves that#vs kenny who stutters while saying 'shit' because he clearly didn't mean to do that#i 100% believe kenny won't go to ~the dark side in part 2 and kenthony will do what lawrusso can't seem to!!! MAKE PEACE!!!#IN THIS ESSAY I WILL
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“To the race and to the next part.”
“To the race, and the next part.”
#jjba#johnny joestar#gyro zeppeli#steel ball run#vic steel ball run posting era… dont worry we’ll come back to the regularly schedueled first-timeline insanity soon#im just thinking about them a lot since im almost done reading#seen a lot of people redrawing this panel so when i got to it i felt i had to as well bless#jojos bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jojo part 7#jojo fanart#jjba fanart#jjba sbr#gyjo#gyjo fanart#hello gyjo fans#this was kinda rushed i dont like my gyro too much but whatever#mb!!!#ill compensate soon maybe n draw more of them#hopefully#maybe some diego soon because i actually love him in stark contrast to dio#full offense to dio#idk what else to add#eat up?
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Cabin
(the timeline is a lil weird in this so just go for the vibes, Pre-K verse. Fem!reader)
Based off this AWESOME ASK! so here's my lil take on it <3
“Think ‘m dyin.”
“You’re fine.”
”UGH- oi, th’ light- oi, Beth? That you? callin me, LT, they callin me.”
Simon doesn’t bother to look up from the tablet to his wounded comrade, who would be alright with some TLC and a long night’s sleep. Currently, he was trying to find somewhere they could all rest, somewhere safe, which seemed to be an easy task- as he knew this forest like the back of his hand. (After living in a town not even ten miles away for close to seven years) Not to mention, he happened to know where there was a cabin, which should be empty.
Technically it wasn’t his cabin, it had been your brother however when your brother moved he left it to you. And since it was the middle of the summer and the cabin didn’t have AC, Simon assumed you were most likely happily sitting at home with the kids, on an air-conditioned covered porch.
With that in mind, he made his decision to lead his team towards the cabin. It would be a bit of a trek, but it was the best option they had, it wasn’t far from where they had to leave the truck- the mission had been odd, just to accompany some international weapons dealer, and since they were the closest they had been assigned. Long- story short, it went to hell and they somehow made it back in one piece. They had to wait for pickup, to be treated, and then for the debrief, so he couldn’t quite just go home, though he wanted to.
“Since when do ya own real estate?” Kyle remarked as they approached the cabin, lit up by their flashlights and the moon that hung, he had gotten out with a broken rib and a graze on the arm- luckily he didn’t fall from any high places this time. It was a quaint thing, made of wood with a cute chimney, and a nice porch. A big red garage not too far away from it and a dirt path leading to the neat porch.
“Not mine.” Simon replied bluntly back, handing his backpack to Kyle, and then told them he would grab some emergency packs and the first aid kit from the garage. With one flashlight tucked under his arm, he went around the back of the garage while the rest went into the cabin, as he also told them the spare key was under the chair leg. He remembered building the garage, yet somehow he still would grumble about how loud the door was.
Normally the garage was barren, give or take the Christmas decorations you would have him store in there, a rack with his tools and weapons. As well a year’s worth of rations, and camping gear, both mundane and survival- to put it simply it had everything he would need if he simply needed to vanish for a while. Though he hadn’t needed to in a long moment, not since he met you and Ollie- and perhaps that could be summed up to he didn’t quite want to anymore, either way- he flipped on the flickering light expecting a vacant garage.
No. Instead, he found your car sitting in the darkness. He knew it was yours because only your car would have that dent he caused in the front fender. Within a millionth of a second everything began to make sense- you had said you had a project you were going to surprise him with, ‘take it off his shoulders’ as you gleefully had put it before he left. The air conditioning, you had taken on the task of installing the air conditioning while he was gone. Which meant you were in the cabin with Ollie and he just sent a team of men in there, armed.
All the same, he had taught you to fend for yourself, enough to where when he ran through the front door to the sight of a knife to Johnny’s neck and a panic-riddled fear within your eye. He wasn’t shocked by it. He quickly told Kyle to drop the gun, harshly at that, to which Johnny replied-
“WHA? Bonie’s go’ a knife-” “Simon?”
His eyes flash over to yours and almost out of habit, his hand went to take off the mask, to assure you, “S jus me, let Johnny go, baby. Jus me.”
“Oh my god,” You very quickly drop the weapon of opportunity and without much else warning you turn around on your heel to go down the hall, opening up the coat closet to pick up the three-year-old- who was still baffled on what was going on and why you told him to go hide.
All the while you were doing that Johnny very slowly looked back at Simon, a look of exasperation across his expression- because- well two things actually; he had technically seen the man’s face before, but never in good lighting and it wasn’t because Simon was trying to show his face it was more of a random moment post-OP. Secondly; “What do ya ‘ean ‘Baby?”
“ISTER RILEY!” The three-year-old shrieks with glee before any questions are asked and before any can be answered, the child in his blue dinosaur-themed PJs and his mob of hair messy from bed, yet he seemed as awake as one could be. Ollie tried to wiggle out of your grasp, failing so he frowned and looked to you, “Momma wan go ‘Ister Riley.”
You stand at the end of the hallway, beside the old couch and you look over the three men, one you happened to be in a relationship with, and the other two you had no earthly idea of their existence till two minutes before, where they rudely woke you up with clanking boots. You only glance the two over before returning your gaze to Simon, who is very slowly approaching his movements calculated, as if he knew a sudden movement would scare you. “Who…who are these people?”
“On my team, I didn’t know you would be ‘ere,” His voice was hushed, as if he didn’t want them to hear his words, as he got closer Ollie began to lean out of your grasp to move to him- and normally you would allow the transfer, yet not then. Which Simon was very aware of, “Needed somewhere to crash for the night, I didn’t know you ‘ere here. I wouldn’t have-”
Before he could finish his apologies, your voice was whispered through the silence, “You’re all bleeding, what? Do they not have medics? I thought- you told me you had people to take care of you.” Sure, you were very angry and more importantly scared, feeling unsafe in your own home and if not a bit betrayed, yet…for the moment you were willing to overlook that.
“Back at base, luv,” Simon was quick to reply, “Waiting for someone to ‘ick us up ‘n take us.”
You take a moment to process his words and you nod, “Johnny and Kyle?” Your husband very slowly nods, so you look back to the two beaten-up men, who were standing as if they were watching their best friend get yelled at by their parents. After a moment of breathing and slowing your heart rate you give a meek smile, “Hi, I’m sorry, that was a…well an awful introduction, I swear I’m nice.”
They were both quick to deny you being the guilty party, Kyle taking off the cap within a millisecond as he spoke, “No! We must’ve scared ya to death, completely rational reaction, Missus.”
Johnny nods and motions to Kyle as he adds on. Watching as Simon very carefully moves to stand behind you. He knew his best friend, and he somehow didn’t know of his secret wife- suspicions yes, yet he was tickled pink that he was correct. “Wha’ Gaz is sayin, you did not’in wrong, bonnie, fact o’ it is-”Ollie’s face crinkles as Johnny speaks and he moves his head to look back at Simon, seeing him from an upside-down view, “Ister Riley why does he talk weird?” As if on cue you move Ollie to sit happily in Simon’s arms and give a weak laugh to distract them both from your son’s rude question.
“Tea?”
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“And Missus?” Kyle said after about ten minutes of silence, the night was peaceful, Ollie going from Simon to Johnny the entire night and asking about every question imaginable (”You fight bad people?””I do laddie.””Da’s so cool.”….”Wha’s your name?””Johnny.””Nuh-huh.””Nuh-huh?””Yea, ‘Ister Riley called ya someden different earlier.””Ah, Soap, tha’ my speical nickname.””SOAP??”) and you fussing about how crappy their medic was, they didn’t have one, and getting the first aid kits and clean clothes out, the night was oddly…pleasant.
Simon, who currently had a sleeping three-year-old against his chest, looks up from his tea and then clears his throat. “Wha’ bout her?”
Johnny had spent the last forty minutes thinking about it all, and he had figured out the timeline, or he thought so, so he looked to Simon- a look of pure shock and a little bit of mock upon his face, “Whatcha ‘ean ‘wha’ bout her? LT got a wife n kid ‘n we ‘ere nun wiser!”
“Tha was what I was hopin for,” Simon said dully in return, moving to stand up, an arm under the boy, and then giving you a soft smile as you came back from the garage, blankets in hand. “Gonna put Olls t’ bed.”
As your husband tells you what he was doing you give him a little nod and then set the blankets down on the couch, looking back to the very intimidating men, who were somewhat pleasant as you got to know them. “Unfortunately one of you will have to sleep on the floor. Si’s got a little cot thingy but I hate that thing so I will subject you to it. Trust me, the floor is better.”
Johnny laughs, “Nah we’ll jus cuddle on and we’ll be fine, Missus.”
“No, we will not.” Kyle deadpanned back, glaring at Johnny before looking back to you, “Thank you for opening your home.”
You smile at him, finding it easier to do so after a few hours, “Well after having to endure Ollie for hours it’s the least I could do.” It was a joke that they both caught onto, laughing lightly at it, though the air wasn’t stiff it was most definitely a bit awkward.
“Speakin of Ollie, is he-”
“Oh, he’s not Simons.” You quickly finish the thought, fully knowing that was going to be the question out of the Scotts mouth, then you clear your throat, walking to the kitchen as you spoke, “I mean- sorry, I met Simon when Ollie was about a year and a half old, my ex divorced me after Ollie was born and since he had been on deployment I didn- anyway sorry,” You wave your hand and grab your mug, “and Simon was volunteering at the school I worked at- for um, well John, you both know John of course- anyway, I needed a babysitter for Ollie and he offered and then…well the rest is history.”
“Ghost volunteering at a school?” Kyle echoed to clarify, “an the kids weren’t scared of him?”
“Terrified,” You reply, a laugh in your voice, “It was cute, he was cute, he’s good with kids, he won’t say he is but he is and oh lord, I…” A slight faltering and you shake your head, “Anyway, I’ll let you both sleep. You know where the bathroom is.”
With a few goodnights, you walk down the hall, leaning on the doorframe to the smaller room, which had a pull-down bed that had Ollie’s favorite racecar-themed blanket atop of it and a few select toys you had let him bring on the two-night trip. As you listened to the very faint conversation you stayed quiet, not wanting to ruin the moment between the father-figure and the boy.
“I like Misser Soap and Misser Kyle.”
“Mm, thos’ are my brother’s laddie, so ‘m sure they’re happy you like em.”
“If…if dey brother then- then they like Uncle Mark?”
“…Yeah, sorta like your Uncle Mark, alright, you get to sleep, yeah? Fore mum has both our hides.”
You move to stay in the hallway as Simon kisses the boy’s forehead and tells him goodnight for the billionth time, and you turn your head upward to look at him as he closes the door behind him. He looked tired if anything, so maybe you would wait for your scolding. Silence, as you had learned very quickly on within your relationship, was the cornerstone of who he was. Whatever you may want to be said he was already aware of, anything you wanted to be expressed he was already expressing in his own way. With that in mind you move to where he could easily wrap his arms around you, tucking you into what he felt was like a safe embrace.
“Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Not scared of you, scared of what would happen without you.”
(annd yeah, that's all. Feedback, comments and all that mean so much to me <3)
#i'm back? sorta kinda#I just wanted to get this out#simon riley fanfic#coco's chaos <3#cod x you#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#simon riley imagine#cod fluff#simon ghost riley x reader#johnny mactavish#kyle garrick#dad simon riley#dad!simon riley#dad!ghost#simon fluff#simon riley fluff#ghost cod#simon ghost fluff
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"even if death tags along, i dont mind,
its still you and me.
I'll never leave you alone
I'll never leave you alone
I'll never leave you alone."
I'll be honest i have been listening to this album On Repeat for the past few weeks and only just now really Heard that first line. oh my god man. this is so important to me. they are so important to me.
just. this entire song is so very beautiful and speaks so much about these two characters. but johnny ending the song by saying he does not care if pony is right about this death around him. he doesnt mind if another horrible thing happens to them, because he will be there. they will be together no matter what. no matter what end is destined for them.
and then i think about ponyboy. this kid who thinks he is somehow causing all of this death. forgetting the frosting, or spitting in a soc's face. Or throwing his cigarette. his best friend in the whole world tells him that no matter what, he will be there with him. they will stick together, and he will never be alone. but then, suddenly, johnny is gone. ponyboy watched him die to a fire that his cigarette caused.
no wonder he was so broken after everything. after everything that happened, and all of their promises, ponyboy felt Alone. johnny was gone and it was his fault. and johnny must have been wrong, back in the church. ponyboy was right after all, and johnny was gone. he left pony alone in the end.
and no wonder he clings to johnny's clothes. that ragged vest that he always wore, with the intricate patterns stitched around the collar. something so loved, so tattered, so johnny. but clutching that pile of clothes to his chest just reminds pony that the boy who wore them is gone. johnny was wrong, and pony was alone.
it isnt until after pony finds Johnny's Letter and starts his theme that he realizes johnny might have been right. he starts to be able to see johnny in everything; in the sunrises, or the gang's laughter during a football game, or in the patterns he doodles in his notebooks. pony starts to see the beauty in the fold, he sees the world with the love that johnny described in his letter. and he feels his best friend in the whole world right there next to him again.
its still you and me
i'll never leave you alone
#i could genuinely talk and think about them forever#i hope this rambling makes sense lol i just kinda started typing#but these thoughts and themes have been rattling around in my head for so long#they mean so much to me#the outsiders musical#the outsiders#outsiders musical#johnny cade#ponyboy curtis#i love them
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reposting some old-ish jackass art
#spent a silly amount of time having to edit out my old watermarks =_= luckily it was just my old handle written down#anyway i surprisingly still like these andjfns#and if anyone recognises me from these…. uh. hi lol#jackass#mtv jackass#viva la bam#bam margera#johnny knoxville#steve o#chris pontius#ryan dunn#jackass the movie#fanart#graphic art#procreate#fourkicks#i still have a lot of ideas for jackass fanart i wanna do#ive kinda got one foot still in the fandom.. just waiting for the full fixation to kick in ig lol
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CURTIS GANG LINEUP🐺🐺🐺🔊🔊
immcryinnn yo since they're an uneven number PB had to be banished alone down there😭😭I was literally staring at just him for so long bcz he looks so out of place like go do ya algebra homework😑
#the outsiders#the outsiders fanart#ponyboy curtis#johnny cade#steve randle#sodapop curtis#darry curtis#two bit mathews#dallas winston#in my world they're all alive they just have to deal w the fact pb is blond now#and Johnny has some gnarly burn scars#they all look like they're posing and pb is just standing thereee😭😭#god save him bro I need to do him justice but idk how#the initials are kinda inconsistent but idgaf#hell on art
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you scare me. you’re… different.
#TRANSFEM OREL NOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! you will think about it. you will.#moral orel#orel puppington#christina posabule#welllllll kinda ^3^#artsbotz#like you haveeee to be kidding me the ep where the gag is the posabules r literally the puppingtons mirror fuckinggggg dimension selves#and orel is the ONLY one whos counterpart is genderswapped……? get outtttaaa here man.#come on orel. say it [smiling like a sicko]#THE REPRESSIONNNALLLL IM KILLING MYSELF#btw putty is so crazy funny in this ep#thats the FIRES OF HELL LAPPING AT UR SOUL#ummmm. anyway. this did not come out quite how i envisioned but im happy cus i managed to do the posing without needing a ref#its like more toony style so it was easier but my brain is soooo fucking bad at posing so. im happy#hopefully it still gets the idea across and i dont get one billion orel/christina shipping allegations#idc btw also no hate but LOL not what this is. please believe me#also i do rlly actually like christinas design i like how she is just orel in a dress basically. no johnny testification occured. phew#this series is making me cuckoo fucking crazyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!! blehhhh!!!!!!!#[thinks for a second and starts silently crying] hey guys whos ur moral orel bias. mines rev putty
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★ Wanna smoke?
You have been apart of Task Force 141 for a few years now, and have proven time and time again to be more than a valuable asset to the team. Whether it be hostage situations or something as simple as a "How are you?", you are practically family to the boys in their own little ways.
You stay awake well past midnight to finish some paperwork, dastardly contracts and signatures. Until you hear the subtle sound of a door clicking open behind you. You wearily pick your head up from your seemingly endless piles of work, gently setting your pen against the wooden desk in front of you to see Soap standing in the doorway, a small smile across his lips.
"Still hard at work I see?" He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe with strong arms folded over his chest. "Dinnae expect ya t' still be awake, lass."
You sighed and turned in your chair to face him in the doorway, your body slumped over slightly as a quiet chuckle escaped your lips. "Not exactly ideal for a Friday night." You shrugged subtly, settling your hands into your lap.
Soap hummed and pushed himself off the doorframe, quietly trugging himself into the room and taking a seat on the edge of your bed, already making himself comfortable. The mattress groaned under his weight slightly, his body turning to face you.
"Lame." He muttered simply, his gaze drifting around your barracks as if it was his first time visiting(it definitely wasn't)
"What do you want?" You asked with a slight huff, folding your own arms over your chest. "Jus' bored. How much more work ya got left?" His cold blue eyes flickered down to your desk, causing your own eyes to follow where he was looking. Before you could respond, he shifted slightly to pull a small pack of cigarettes from his pocket, rattling the box slightly in his hand.
"Wanna break?" He asked with a slight grin.
Your eyes followed the small pack of cigarettes he was holding out, your mind in a frenzy. On one hand, you really didn't feel like you should be smoking at this time, and you still had a lot of work to get done—but on the other hand...?
"Fine." You replied without thinking, silently just wanting to get away from practically melting into your chair at the rate you were working at. Soap's smirk widened as he slowly arose from your bed, nodding towards the front door to your barracks. "'Bout time ye joined te gang. Thought ye would've merged with tae bloody seat by now." He teased, pulling a small cheap lighter from his back pocket. You rolled your eyes and slowly stood from your chair with a labored grunt, not realizing just how much effort it would take you just to simply get out of a damn chair.
You groaned and rolled your shoulders to relieve some tension, before slowly following the Scotsman out of your barracks and down the hallway to the balcony of the base where everyone else was currently chatting, despite the late hour. The light of the base was dimmed and the walk was calming to say the least, a few other fellow night owl soldiers treading the halls as well.
"You guys can't go one hour without crawling to me, can you?"
"Bingo."
"You freaks."
"I know." Soap replied with a fond hum.
#should i get into writing?? idk#this is lowkey kinda dry but just wanted to try my hand at it#what i would give to have a big bear hug by this man#john soap mactavish#john soap mctavish x reader#soap cod#soap call of duty#cod mw2#soap mw2#★fran writes#writing#female reader#johnny soap mactavish#johnny mactavish#soap fluff#lets see where this takes me#tf 141#task force 141
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You should draw fem Jonshi like the one South Park Yaoi episode. Please please please it’d be so funny.
First request completed and it was… interesting lmao, but I also can’t lie and say it wasn’t fun to complete
Drawing in other art styles is so much fun, even if the first drawing gave me middle school flashbacks
#I love any excuse I can get to draw lesbians 😍🫶👩❤️💋👩🤩💖#I drew Janet Cage in Johnny Cages outfit bc it was easier#same with fem Kenshi kinda#and same with just putting a liu Kang Halloween costume over my liu kang drawing 💀#work smarter not harder#johnshi yuri#johnshi#johnny cage#janet cage#kenshi takahashi#kenshi#lord liu kang#liu kang#kitana#liutana#just a tiny bit#mk1#mk1 fanart#mk fanart#mortal kombat#mortal kombat fanart#technically South Park as well ig#idk really but I’ll tag it here#south park#my art#also if you’d like a request filled just drop one#I just can’t guarantee it’ll be completed quickly lol
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