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        ❛❛   Here I stand,   naked and ashamed.  I've been stripped down to the bone.  The Emperor's new clothes,  And no one here can see   ...   And no one can say,  but it's good enough for me.  I'm abandoned and forsaken,   by my imaginary friends.  You'll all leave me alone,   so I can doubt my existence.   For in the end,  I don't even know who I am.   ❜❜

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:{ Apologies for being MIA for so long, irl has been very mentaly taxing and work wasnt helping. I have a few days off coming up so ill try to be more about during then! Ty sm for the patiance!! ;v ; }:

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

i had a super SUPER productive morning and i was treating myself to the fancy shampoo (u know the shampoo u got as a gift that’s kinda expensive and v v Nice so u only use it when ur going out or have a social event going on?) and i came back to find a bunch of my mutuals reblogging the same post about hair, and i’ll be damned if i didn’t see that combination of events as some sort of sign! so here u go my dudes! another addition to the group! feel free to add “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles of this meme!

as always, DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST! i’ll add to it as time passes! and i really hope you all enjoy this one bc i had a lot of fun making it! 

[ WASH ]:          sender begins to wash the receiver’s hair.

[ TUG ]:          sender grabs the receiver’s hair and pulls at it. ( SPECIFY A REASON! CONTEXT IS KEY! )

[ BRAID ]:          sender, sitting behind the receiver’s back, begins to braid their hair.

[ SNIP ]:          having discussed the matter, the sender gives the receiver a haircut.

[ BACK ]:          sender, noticing a strand of hair fall from the receiver’s hairdo, carefully tucks the strand back behind the receiver’s ear.

[ BURY ]:          sender buries their hand deep in the receiver’s hair.

[ BRUSH ]:          with a hairbrush, comb, or their hand, the sender begins to gently brush the receiver’s hair.

[ GLIDE ]:          sender runs their fingers through the length of the receiver’s hair.

[ BLOOM ]:          sender weaves a number of flowers through the receiver’s hair.

[ STYLE ]:          sender begins to arrange the receiver’s hair into an elaborate hairstyle to an unspecified degree of success (or failure).

[ CROWN ]:          having created a flower crown, the sender carefully places it atop the receiver’s head.

[ INHALE ]:          while embracing or in close proximity to the receiver, the sender inhales slowly, smelling their hair in the process.

[ TICKLE ]:          the sender uses the ends of the receiver’s hair to playfully tickle them.

[ PLAY ]:          the sender begins to play with the receiver’s hair while the receiver lies in their lap.

[ LAY ]:           the sender lays down in the receiver’s lap to let them play with the sender’s hair.

[ TOUCH ]:           just for the sake of the contact, the sender reaches out and gently touches the strands of the receiver’s hair.

[ MASSAGE ]:          with their hands buried in the receiver’s hair, the sender begins to gently massage their scalp.

[ ROYAL ]:          as part of a coronation ceremony, the sender places a crown atop the receiver’s hair, maintaining eye contact as they do so.

[ KISS ]:          the sender places a tender kiss on the receiver’s hair.

[ AWAY ]:          the sender, using their fingertips, tenderly sweeps a few strands of hair out of the receiver’s face so as to see them more clearly.

[ TOWEL ]:          the sender uses a towel to carefully dry the receiver’s hair.

[ DRY ]:          the sender uses a hairdryer to dry the receiver’s hair.

[ SOFTEN ]:          the sender rubs oils/conditioner into their hands, and begins to slowly massage it into the receiver’s hair.

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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯[ @shadowedsoulss | ::

"Ah, it seems as if you have been quite busy these days Fujin"

From Kenshi :: | If it isnt Kenshi Takahashi of the- ]⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˳༄꠶

˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯Raiju had been the one to announce the swordsmen's approach, pulling Fujin from conversation and directing his attention to his new guest instead.

" We shall continue this later? " ' Yes, Lord Fujin! '

He nodded once, walking to meet Kenshi halfway as the other spoke. ' It seems you have been quite busy these days. '

˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯" Was it so obvious, Takahashi? " A warm chuckle laced his words. " It is nothing more then the usual, I assure you. " He opened his mouth to continue only for a sharp squeak of a fox to give him pause, gazing up to the rafters of the temple a small white kitsune lept from post to post before finally jumping down. She spoke with scratchy yet almost offended tone.

˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯' Liar Liar Braid on Fire! Do not let Master's words deceive you Takahashi Kenshi- He's been running around all day! ' She walked around Fujin's ankle, tails slithering around his leg before she moved to Kenshi's side, accusation in her voice even as her mouth did not move. ' First he had to go to Order Realm to speak to Hotaru, then he had to help Raiden with some new white lotus recruits, then he had to deal with some pestering Yokai in the village down mountain, then he went off to the Shirai Raiu to speak to Master Hasashi and play messenger between him and Nightwolf, only to come home and have to prepare to refresh the Jinsei's wards- And that was all in the past five hours~~! '

For his part, Lord Fujin simply stood there, amused 'guilt' on his face as he raised his hands slightly with a chuckle.

˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯" Many things happened to align today is all- " The kitsune cut him off. ' And yesterday and the day before?! ' pulling a laugh from her master. " At ease, the both of you. It happens from time to time, things- just pile up. I assure you I can handle it. "

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Tell My Muse What You Want To Do To Them On Anon.

I don’t care if it’s cute, sexual, or violent. Just do it!

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@heamatic

just some guy and his kids :)

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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯[ @cagcd | ::

❛❛ I only showed her a picture of you and she's been excited to meet you ever since. ❜❜ Johnny chuckled as little cassie was nearly jumping in delight between his arms, making grabbybhands as she recognized the man who came to see her, ❛❛ Look, it's uncle Fujin, you wanna say hi ? ❜❜ he asked her gently and moved ahead to carefully place her between the other's arms. :: | -screaming in adorable- ]⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯˳༄꠶

˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯Such precious things children were. They were the sparks of new life, new accomplishments, new events, so much potential. To be given a chance to nurture that potential, to see the little sprouts of effort blossom into being through love and care, though trial and time- it was a joy Fujin was not permitted to know, at least, not with offspring of his own.

So, when the man who'd grown his own place in Fujin's heart came to the temple of elements, approached with small little Cassie in arms, and carefully setting this small little seed of life into his own, the winds around the otherwise cooled temple began to warm and stir. They twirled the trails of smoking incents into elegant forms, pushing and strumming the strings of the hanging wind chimes into a gentle little melody as Fujin carefully cradled the girl in his arms, a hand coming to support her head as he shifted his weight.

Uncle Fujin,

There was so much joy in her face, hands waving to try and take hold of something until fujin tilted his head, letting his braid slide over his shoulder and into her waiting grasp to be played with. Oooh how he Envied Johnny Cage in this moment.

˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯" A pleasure to meet you, little Cassandra. " There was a softness in his tone, like a whisper on gentle gales as he couldnt help but smile fondly at the little bundle of energy squirming and playing in his hold. " Hm~ Heheh, She has your energy it seems. Have you met my brother little one? Oh he would Adore you to no end. "

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˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯" How does anyone tire of you, Lord Shinnok? "

Gentle winds followed the young Demi-God's movement, trailing in the sent of Earthrealm into the Elder God's domain, Fujin's hand clapped together to hold something as he half walked half ran to his designated spot. He only wished Raiden would have agreed to join him this time.. Alas not this time!

Bringing one leg up, Fujins gales kept him from falling as he carefully lowered himself into sitting cross legged, a smile now brimming on his face as he continued.

" -Your domain affects so much of the natural order! The more I learn from you the more I can help Earthrealm! Case and point- " The young godling paused, opening his hands to show- A Very Confused colony of maggots currently infesting a peace of meat. If the wind god knew how grotesque the thing in his hand was, he made no sign of it.

" I found these feasting on a fallen deer! Death providing necessary food and energy for new life to thrive! "

The hurried footsteps, the eager violence of the slam that accompanied them. He did not need to second-guess the arrival. The young god knew of only one who would enter his domain with such flourish and joy for life... and death, in his case.

"Lord Fujin," The greeting was unnaturally calm and welcoming. A surprising gentleness reserved for only a few. "I thought you would have tired of my presence by now." Having such a young one enter his territory so often, filled with questions and curiosity regarding his work, was such a welcoming departure from the exhausting crucifixion he faced from fearful mortals. A pale hand reached for the shelf above his head, retrieving a second cup from its resting place. Looks like it would be tea for two, then.

"Come, little one, sit." A vague gesture with his free hand to the seating area he reserved for the visitors that he frankly never wanted. Always up in arms about something. "What brings you here today?"

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˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯He even Sounded Like Him.

Fujin's eyes remained on Kung Lao's face, following it as it lowered and the man took a seat. There was so much Life in his tone, the jovialness lacing his initial words and the warmth of youth painting an image of a life that had yet to sink the worst of its jaws into the man. His eyes finally fell, twitching and thinking. Just Where Was He? It couldnt be the past, Kung Lao had spent his whole life with them at the temple, and Fujin had never seen this place before until now. So many names he did not know, locations he had never even heard whispers of. 'Fire Temple'? Who resided there? Would they be able to send him home?

What would he even have left if they could?

˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ' Seriously though, you look like you've been through hell and back... Are you feeling okay? ' ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˳༄꠶

The question pulled the wind god from his thoughts, looking over the man as he tried to speak but only a pained, scratchy sound rose from his throat and prompted him to gently rub his hand to the base of his jaw. He pulled his hand forward, looking at the blood caked on it, the closed wounds, the hand that could have----

The skin seem to wither just slightly, the lines setting in his palm and face as pain bloomed from his heart. The demi-god seemed to age ten years in the span of a few moments, carving wrinkles below his eyes and into the lines around his lips. Fujin physically slumped a little before shaking his head.

No, no he wasn't feeling okay..

But the man in front of him seemed to be. His form was healthy and touched by his sisters sun, face full and not even a tooth knocked out of place. Joking and spinning levity in the face of what must have been a truly confusing situation. His head rose a finger now pointing at the young man as he mouthed the words he could not speak, having to rely on a simple charade of hands and expressions to form his words.

' Your. Name. Kung. Lao? You. Happy. Here? Safe? '

The fact being that the crops had been ruined by an unknown arrival had became the talk of the humble village. Word was almost quick to spread across Fengjian's main space, that once it reached the ears of Kung Lao, his first reaction upon hearing such news were '-And the vegetables were almost ready for harvest too.'

Only the mind of an experienced farmer would know as such.

The farmer's life was behind him now, and his position was now that of a Shaolin master, yet this new glorious life that fell into his hands had him coming back to his birth home. There was family to visit, of course; he couldn't lie that he had been just a tad homesick due to them. Not even a full day had gone by when he had Madam Bo requesting for him at the teahouse. The old woman, akin to a grandmother he's never had, spoke to him in a more secluded spot in the building.

Arms were crossed and head tilted as the situation was explained to the hat wielder. Light nods were given as a means to say he understood her words, only to grin with pride. "Of course, Madam Bo. Just leave it to me." The respect in his tone for the elderly woman was high; he knew better than to disappoint his mentor. More words are shared and a hushed promise is made before he was led inside the little room.

Brown eyes were soon settled upon the man he had to watch over. Long, flowing white hair, glowing eyes; even under all that mud and bramble, there was an odd vibe to him that practically screamed similarly to that of Liu Kang. A twitch of the brow was given by how he was being stared down. Glancing over at Madam Bo, he gave a light smile.

"No funny business is gonna happen on my watch." He assures the old shop owner with confidence, a hand to his chest. Earning a look, he soon bids her goodbye, leaving him in the room with this disheveled stranger. There was silence, and his smile fades momentarily.

"...So..." He began as he would pull up an empty chair to sit before the man. Hands place themselves upon his lap, eyes taking another the chance to wander the other's being curiously but considerately. "You're the one who destroyed the crops." Eyes were back up to his face. "Be glad you were taken to Madam Bo before the village grabbed their torches and pitchforks." Kung Lao chuckled, indicating the joking tone in his words; it was swift to drop as lips part once more.

"Seriously though, you look like you've been through hell and back... Are you feeling okay? If there's anything you need, I'll get it for you. Just gotta stay in this room until Madam Bo gets back."

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Storm brothers fighting Shinnok in Mortal Kombat Onslaught

Gifs made from "MORTAL KOMBAT ONSLAUGHT Story All Cutscenes Movie 2023 (X) ", uploaded by MKIceAndFire on YouTube

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˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯" It seems you have Caught Wind of my intentions then? "

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯[ @cagcd ]

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:{ Sometimes I just wanna have Raiju invade people's asksboxs and do cute dog stuff }:

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Fujin🍃

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:{ I adore mk onslaught sm but my one complaint is that the wind god fujin skin nerfs Fujins design so much. Why dont his tattoos glow anymore?? Why is his hair this weird middle ground between short and long, Why are his eyes now Yellow for some reason?? He looks less godly despite being the skin CALLED /WIND GOD/ }:

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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯[ @cagcd asked: 🌻  friends like siblings 🌷 general found family friend relationships ! ☀️   best friends // YOU KNOW ITTTT ]

˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯{ CANNON }

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[風神] " How many of us get a Second Chance? How many of us get to say Goodbye? If we could do it all once again,

I'd have you right here by my side. "

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯[ Indi. Private. Selective. Fujin from Mortal Kombat 4-1 ;; Canon/Headcannon/Mythology based. Minors & Personals DNI. Triggering content tagged on request. Blog Under Construction ( Written by Powpow ) ]⎯⎯⎯{ ༄ }