#my em mortal

[d3rpydoods]

Eepy in neepy of sleepy 💤😴

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THIS THING IS SCUUUFFED AS HELL & ITS ALSO THE BEST THING I HAVE ANIMATED THUS FAR. IM SO IN LOVE WITH EMIZEL. JUST WISH I GAVE HIM MORE STUPID TATTOOS. NEXT TIME THO. NEXT TIME. I ALSO LOVE VEX&VIV SOOOO MUCH. charlies flavor of Deranged is my FAVORITE!!

[sketchy-doge1]

theyre bonding <3

selfie !!

[honestlyitsjustsam]

its kozy

[mortal-kombat-1]

[moe-broey]

Everybody forget about that. None of that matters. Alfonse

Scared........ of monsters.... when he was little........ bro... bro.. hold the fuck on

I'm so sorry I'm telling all of Tumblr dot com. I love you

[amphirrhvx]

♡ some bishang headcanons ! 🐍❄️

Shang Tsung can sing! He does not do it often, and inly really does it when he's by himself, but the few times he has done it around Bi-Han, the man absolutely loses it. He really, really likes it when he sings.

Shang knows this. Sometimes, at night whenever they are about to go to sleep. Shang Tsung sings to Bi-Han quietly as he holds him, gently stroking his hair.

Bi-Han adores it. He snuggles into Shang Tsung, holds onto him tight and sleeps like a baby on those nights.

Shang Tsung gives Bi-Han the silent treatment whenever they get into big fights. He refuses to apologize or speak to him unless Bi-Han does so first. But Bi-Han is not having it, and so he holds his ground.

Their little feud ends when either one of them misses the other too much. It’s impossible for them to stop talking to eachother for so long.

Shang Tsung hates, and I mean hates the cold. He gets cold very easily and always complains about it.

Bi-Han knows this, and is very mindful of his cryomancy. Unfortunately, he runs cold anyways. Shang Tsung deals with it, for the most part. He actually likes the feeling of Bi-Han’s cold, large hands on him.

Bi-Han is very reserved and keeps to himself when they are out in public together. The second they’re alone, though? That man is all over Shang Tsung. He would rather die than admit it but he LOVESS physical touch.

They like to watch eachother work. Shang Tsung likes to sit back and watch Bi-Han train/practice and Bi-Han hovers around Shang Tsung as he works on his experiments and such. It’s basically their version of quality time with eachother :)

Absolutely obsessed with one another. In private, they are very affectionate and loving.

Bi-Han calls Shang Tsung “love” and refers to him as “his” a lot (ex. my sorcerer) and Shang Tsung calls Bi-Han “dear” <3 (he also says things like “my dearest Bi-Han/Dearest Bi-Han” often)

(building off of the last one) Bi-Han does not call Shang Tsung pet names often. He only has one or two and uses them rarely. Shang Tsung is the opposite. He calls Bi-Han every damn pet name in the book (he acts like he hates it, but he secretly likes it).

they love to sleep together <3 any position, at any time, it doesn’t matter to them. they like to be close and hold one another and sleep peacefully with the other in their arms ^_^

[ash-shark]

*Nose booping*

[d3rpydoods]

Been wanting to draw these two ever since i saw these masterpieces by @lulila-safu! Go check em out they're amazing 😩👌

Also i have no idea what to even call this ship but let's stick with kungmas until someone comes up with something better (it ain't gonna be me🤡)

Also thanks to @junkanimate for glazing it up for me💕💕

[tkachukisms]

loveee the people who thirst after the hughesys as if two of them don't look like prey animals turned into people and as if jhughes doesn't look like a fictional twink superhero you'd hear the craziest discourse about in your life the second a comic about him dropped rending every social media you try to touch unusable for like a week

[sketchy-doge1]

Bear trap,,

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Raiden! I loved seeing so much of him in MK11, it never gets old

[chaosrealm]

Rain will fall upon you like daggers from the sky!

[khaosrealms]

Meeting Havik in the midst of a mosh-pit is like meeting a human pin cushion. He’s the sponge for crowd killers— always leaving with a bloody nose and dislocated shoulders. He’s at every show you’ve been to, every set you make a detour to, and he’s always in the mosh pit. Almost enticing you to enter as you stand at the edge. Dropping to the ground by your feet and being dragged up laughing, bleeding, coughing. He’s there, standing across from you as bodies meet bodies and when you step forward, drawn into the music, bashing your skull against the air— Havik is there, waiting for you to begin swinging. Slamming his shoulders into your’s, clutching onto the back of your shirt as you head bang, throwing you into the air and back onto your feet as you fall. Covered in his blood and your sweat. Bellowing with laughter as the drums crash to an end. Your ears ringing as your senses return. “I want to see you again.” He says, clutching onto your forearms, so much taller, barely breathing but so certain. “I want you beat me till I bleed.”

[thaparasite]

THAT IS IT

IM SELLING MY ORGANS FOR PIXIE DUST

[passwordispassword]

This weeks Wheel of the Week landed on. somehting.

Kano