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[kombatkhronicles]

I just wanted to tell you about this thought I had: Imagine Shang Tsung teaching his S/O shape-shifting because they're gender fluid and he wants them to be comfortable and then just watching fondly as they freak out over their new look.

It gives me a warm tingly feeling and I wanted to share

This is INDEED A FABULOUS THOUGHT!

TW: for body dysmorphia.

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"What's wrong?" Shang Tsung grips your shoulders and peers over them at your figure in the mirror. Your face is dejected as you examine your clothing.

"Do you not like the garment?" he traces his fingers along the hem and you sigh.

"No, it's not that-" you chew your words for a moment, "It's...just that sometimes I feel that I'm not...me."

You expect the sorcerer to question this statement, perhaps cock an eyebrow in curiosity, but he doesn't. He simply hums lightly and steps back from you.

"What would you change, my love?" Shang Tsung paces around you and you fidget nervously with your fingers, pulling at the fabric of your shirt.

"I- I don't know how to explain it," In your mind, you know what you'd like to see reflected in the mirror, but it's hard to put into words. Sometimes it feels as if you're simply piloting a body that presents in a way you hate.

"Allow me to teach you something-" the sorcerer grips your hand and you feel a jolt of electric sensation ripple through your arm and into your chest. Your mind feels as if all of your synapses are firing at once; knowledge blooms into your mind as if it is downloading from a disc.

Shang Tsung pulls away and you blink as your brain adjusts to the flood of new information.

"What was that?"

"A lesson," the sorcerer cocks his head and examines you for a moment, "Now, look in the mirror."

You follow his instruction and stare at yourself in the mirror as he approaches you from behind and glances over your shoulder at your reflection.

"Focus. Focus on the things you want to change. Will them to change."

You furrow your brow and stare at your reflection; your jawline...a constant point of self-loathing. You picture what you want it to look like, the vision swimming into your mind as you've pictured it a thousand times before.

To your surprise, your reflection begins to change before your eyes, your jawline slowly rippling and shifting until it looks exactly as you pictured it.

"How-" you reach up to your jaw and touch it, running your fingertips along the new shape.

"Changing ones' shape is easier than it may seem," he murmurs, "and I will love you no matter the shape you choose."

And you know he means it.

[kombatkhronicles]

Hello! I was wondering if I could get some romantic Hotaru hcs? Like the courting process, dates, etc. I love your writing btw <3

Hotaru dating headcannons

I’m assuming you’re the anon who requested the last hotaru head cannons, if that’s the case, I once again apologize for the inconvenience and I hope you like these!

Also, I did some research (cough cough, read fanficion) on hotaru and I’m starting to like him a bunch, so thanks! I have a new character to simp for lol.

- First things first, this man is PRIM and PROPER. Most people would spend a while charming people before outright courting them. Not in orderealm. At the first sight of you, he immediately considered courting you. After a few test and shared experiences, he concludes you would make a proper spouse and politely ask your permission to court you.

- If you agree to allow him to pursue you as a mate, be prepared to have your daily schedule analyzed and memorized. Hotaru needs to know exactly when your free and for how long.

- To him, the act of courting itself is simply an assignment, a chore, a challenge. He will analyze you, your interest and dislikes, and mark them down. This man will have memorized a complete list of every possible conversation to have with you. He has a little notepad actually, kinda cute and dorky if not creepy.

- Everything in your home will be organized. It’s actually a bit scary. One time you excused yourself, leaving him in your library. When you came back five minutes later, your entire collection had been ordered alphabetically.

- So ya. Don’t leave him in cluttered rooms alone. He will organize that shit.

- As for physical affection, every kiss, hand holding, and hug is planned. Don’t expect any sudden, rush of the moment gestures of passion or anything. If he feels that the courting has warranted something such as a kiss, expect him to politely build up to it, flowers, dates ect. When he feels the moment is right, hotaru will ask your permission before giving you a slow, sensual kiss.

- It’s in moments of physical affection that you are closest to him. There’s no lists, no plans, no extravagant plot. For a few seconds it’s just flesh upon flesh, order itself couldn’t conquer such a thing. You see past his strict demeanor, allowing yourself to view the man underneath, the man who loves you and is doing his damn best to show you.

- Hotaru can easily come off as cold and strict, even towards a partner, especially if that partner is from earthrealm. In reality, that’s just his orderrealm upbringing, it’s simply not orderly to drastically change emotions or direct all your attention to one person.

- The man loves you, and knows that in your earthrealm culture, he is considered quite strange. You may not notice it, but he really does try to be just slightly looser around you, doing his best to make you feel loved.

- Since hotaru has so many enemy’s (an entire fucking realm and a rebellion) he tries his best to keep your relationship a secret, or at least discreet. He knows that if havik, or any chaosrealmer got their hands on you, you would most likely not survive the encounter.

- If havik ever found out about you, expect hell. He would do anything to have you in his possession, to use the opportunity to drive his enemy, hotaru, to chaos.

- Hotaru will protect you with his life. If it came down to it, hotaru would act irrationally, he would throw away his orderealm morals to save you.

- Overall, having the orderealmer court you is certainly interesting. He may be strict and even a bit obsessed, but he loves you, he’s sure of it.

[kombatkhronicles]

Of Illnesses And Gods

This is a part of my one-shot book about Raiden called: Ceraunophile. You can find the whole book on these platforms: FanFiction, AO3 or Wattpad.

Mortal Kombat belongs to its respectful owner.

Of Illnesses And Gods

It was on one of those Special Forces meetings with General Blade, which Raiden felt the need to attend to ever since he acknowledged their help in protecting Earthrealm, that he had come to know about your unfortunate predicament.

His darling [Y/N] has fallen ill.

And aware of the many plights of a mortal body, he hadn't wasted any second to teleport himself to your home, but only after the meeting was adjourned.

Raiden wouldn't want to show any signs of weakness. Not to his new allies or much less, the enemy.

He was by no means ashamed of you and your relationship, his only reason behind his discreetness being that he wouldn't want to put an unnecessary target onto you.

He raised his enormous knuckles to your flimsy apartment door, hoping you would answer the door. The worry that had been building ever since he had heard of your weakened condition increased ten-fold as you made no move to vacate your warm bed.

No sound made it past your own deep breaths, including the one coming from your antechamber. The pressure of your stuffed nose plugging up your ear canal. When your body had qualified sleep as overrated, and began raising the cortisol levels in your brain, waking up was no longer an option of your choosing.

You, slowly but surely, tuned in with your surroundings, already groaning as you tried to flip over on your back. Your muscles ached with the movement as the slightly cooler air in your bedroom prodded at your lungs, sending you into a coughing fit that so graciously reminded you of your sore throat.

Being ill is a different kind of hell, you concluded after your urge to clear your airway was temporarily subdued. Now fully woken up from your less than fantastic sleep, you shifted uncomfortably in your bed that looked like a warzone itself.

Sheets were bunched up from where you settled for a better position, pillows of variety laid strewn against the headboard to search for just the right elevation so you could catch some breath through your nose. And don't get me started on the nightstand that became your all-time tissue deposit.

There was nothing more annoying to the flu than not being able to breathe through your nose.

"Is the medicine not doing its job...?"

Grumbling, it seemed ages since you had last taken a pill for your fever, but in reality, only a few hours have passed. But much to your misfortune, not enough, to take another one. Oh, the desire to throw yourself back into bed could only be rivalled by your acute need for water, your throat felt like sandpaper as it clenched around nothing.

Pushing yourself up unto your elbows, the stretch of muscles that you would otherwise enjoy on a casual day after a fleeting dream felt entirely unpleasant as you moved to the edge of the mattress, feet slightly dangling. The moment you manoeuvred into a vertical position, your vision swayed and nausea had you up and sprinting to your bathroom quicker than Shao Kahn attempting another invasion.

A knock echoed against your front door, but you were once again, too occupied to overhear it over your forceful vomiting. Your shakey hands fiddled with the many strands of your messy hair, desperately trying to gather them into a ponytail so they wouldn't get dirtied with your guts. Not that it would have made any difference, they were greasy from the hours of sweating you have subjected yourself to over the course of your time bedridden.

"A shower— blargh —would feel-" A knock interrupted her pleasant thought.

Argh, gimme a break goddamit!

You really had no patience for a visitor in your miserable mindset. Especially when you looked like a pale corpse straight out of Johnny's movies. The temptation to act as if you weren't home felt like the most appealing option right now, but on the other hand, if the person would insist on bothering you despite your supposed absence, you could never get your rest with someone banging at your door.

Walking on unsteady legs while trying to look as presentable as humanly possible, not after a throughout rinsing of your mouth, you went to see who so adamantly demanded your person...

"What- ?!"

... only to find yourself engulfed in white and blue, colours you came to identify Raiden with. You would usually do by his unique smell of petrichor; that clean, crisp smell ahead of a springtime rain with the most notable traces of Oolong tea that he so favoured to drink, but your nose was out of the game this time.

Before you even recovered from the shock of his presence, he had done a close examination of your overall form, displaying a kind of worry that he only held for you if he feared your well-being was threatened. You didn't even have time to answer one of his rapidly fired questions because you realized, with a heartfelt clench of your heart, that he was checking up on you instead of following his duty.

"Hello," you sneezed, and Raiden found the sound as worrying as it was inherently adorable, "honey. What are you doing here?"

"I had to come and see you as soon as I've heard of your indisposition." Raiden's eyes widened upon inspecting the obvious signs of your weakened condition on your captivating face, "What ails you, my dear?"

He must have been looking at the bags under your eyes. Your pale skin highlighted it to perfectly show other things as well. And the more Raiden seemed to discover, the more worry seemed to infest his impeccable expression. All your discontented thoughts and feelings subsided as the only focus you perceived now was soothing your lover's distress.

You cupped his cheeks to stop his explorations, "It's just simple flu, my love. I will be back on my feet in no time!"

You tried to adopt a cheerful tone, but the dryness of your throat reduced it to a mere croak, achieving the opposite of what you wanted. Ever the perceptive lover, the Thunder God asked, "Shall I fetch you a cup of water?"

You nod instantly, feeling another fit of coughs rising and sooner than later, choking the air out of you. It forced Raiden to hasten his endeavour and before you knew it, you downed rather big chunks of water in record time, intent on calming the irritated skin of your throat. What you wouldn't give for a hot cup of tea right now.

You yelped as your world suddenly spun as the captor of your heart took you into his arms, your feet dangling off his frame. You blushed at his serious stare.

"My love," his cavernous voice sounded soft as every time he addressed you, "tell me your every need. I am at your service."

Your mouth opened, ready to object, thinking that he had much better things to do than fret over you, but the god promptly cut you off, "YOU, are more important. Let me take care of you."

There was this most peculiar feeling overtaking your whole being. Actually, it might have been a myriad of emotions so tightly wrapped into one package, that it felt impossible to differentiate the individual threads. You couldn't tell because that was how overwhelmed you were.

You hadn't even noticed that he had put you down on your living room's couch until he put a blanket over you. It seemed that enough time has passed, or maybe Raiden was this swift, that you found yourself with a cup of inviting tee on your coffee table.

"Damn me, is he a telepath now?"

You reached out for it with child-like enthusiasm until your lover reminded you, "Take care, my darling, it's still hot."

He had you charmed with his calming voice, full of love and care, and... so much more than you could have ever anticipated. You couldn't help but smile at him, despite feeling unwashed and sweaty in your crumpled pyjama. Mindful of the heat of the beverage, you took small, careful sips.

And it felt like a small piece of heaven.

The Thunder God stood not quite far away, gazing at you with immense satisfaction and a distant feeling of nostalgia. Although he might have panicked at the first mention of you being ill, it was only out of his fear for the severity of your illness. Every thought about losing you terrified him beyond measure.

Once you had assured him that it was nothing of that sort, the relief he felt was immense and he knew what he had to do as it had frequently happened to his two sons - Liu Kang and Kung Lao - at the Shaolin Temple. And although he had had little experience prior to the first incident, he had learnt, which was why he mostly knew what you required now until...

Until he heard your stomach grumble in palpable hunger. He watched you burrow further into your blanket, sheepish at the sound, but he paid it no mind. Resolute to perform at his best ability as he had promised to take care of you, he inquired, "Is there anything you would like to eat?"

You jumped a bit, then turned around to face him, your stomach may have disapproved, but you weren't in a mood for a snack. But for Raiden's sake, you obliged with a sandwich. When your lover nodded, and went to the kitchen, the thought occurred to you if Raiden even knew what a sandwich was in the first place... but it was too late to ask him anyway.

I'll just have to let him surprise me, you giggled at that. With that in mind, you let yourself fall sideways, stretching across the length of your comfy couch.

It had taken him considerably longer to get the job done, but in the end, he made you a nice, simple ham sandwich. Not your preferable choice, but his effort enough made it worth a million of your past meals. However, he deftly disappeared before you could voice your thanks.

Shrugging, you briefly wondered where he had gone to, but before you could explore further, exhaustion and the pleasant taste of the snack that resided in your mouth discouraged any action on finding him.

In the meantime, Raiden seemed to be facing the conundrum of his life. A most impossible task to achieve for he had no clue about cooking whatsoever. You may have been content with the sandwich, but he knew that in order for you to heal, you would need more than that.

And as your lover - he felt more than obliged to provide you with that.

But how could he accomplish that when he lacked the necessary skills? But the mere image of your disappointment felt too heavy on his mind, which swayed his indecision enough to give it a try in spite of his chances. He simply had to at least exert the effort, even if the result wouldn't be befitting of your worth.

And so you stirred, not because of your clogged airways for once, but to the overly loud noises coming from somewhere in your apartment. Somehow, you remembered Raiden's presence in your fogged mind, and called out quite meekly, "Raiden?!"

The pounding in your head seemed to have subsided a bit (even without the pills), and you were feeling genuinely better from his care. But where was the god? Quicker than your sleepy eyes could track, the Thunder God emerged from your kitchen and offered you the most peculiar sight that you would ever witness in your lifetime.

Earthrealm's protector - covered in so much flour that it reminded you of the opulent nobility in the 1700s.

Thunder God Raiden with your now-muddled apron that bore the letters: 'World's OkaYest Baker' around his hips.

You prayed to all the entities in this universe that your photographic memory would save this picture in front of you to brighten your days in the future. That had to be the most adorable thing you have ever witnessed. Regardless of his unruly state, warmth spread from your heart to the rest of your body. It was obvious what he had attempted to do, even though you suspected he knew not how.

Mirth danced across your rosy complexion as you asked him tenderly, "What happened, my love?"

"I- I..." You heard him catching his words. Raiden glanced from you, to his attire, and to the left where your kitchen resided, back and forth, looking the slightest bit abashed.

You needed no further evidence from which you could tell that he had most likely made a complete mess of your kitchenette. It struck you as funny and before you could let him express his answer, you let out a joyous laugh, thoroughly amused at all that he had managed to get done whilst you remained asleep.

Even though the white powder stuck to his skin, you managed to catch the red tint his cheeks have turned to at your reaction. Teasing him mercilessly to your merriment.

Here he tries to treat you like a real gentleman and you're off making fun of him! Your mind chided, and it made you feel bad enough for him to vacate your warm spot and approach him.

"My love, I wanted to prepare you a meal before you would have woken up," he finally managed to say after his long contemplative silence, "but it seems that I am inadequate to do so."

You didn't like the sullen look your lover adopted— didn't like it at all. As if he had failed you in some way, when it was quite the opposite. In this short time he had spent in your vicinity, you've healed up better than in the past few days compiled together.

You reached up to tilt his head in your direction, palming his cheeks with a smile that openly showed everything Raiden didn't expect to see on your expression. "It is the thought that counts, honey."

And with that, you gave him a peck on the lips, licking the flour off your lips afterwards, which drove Raiden's attention to them. A flicker of heat passed through his striking orbs, chasing away any discomfort your body was under immediately. It bewildered you just how quick he could turn you on - so great was your desire. A predatory glint appeared in yours, akin to a hunter catching sight of his prey, something he had never seen reflected in your orbs.

But instead of feeling a sense of danger, excitement surged from his head straight towards his groin. He couldn't restrain himself as successfully now that he knew what a taste of you felt like.

"You have been so good to me, my love." You cooed and Raiden felt a shudder pass through his body at the sensuous tone you've dropped into. A naughty idea had sprung to your mind as you stood on your tippy-toes to whisper in his ear, "How about a reward?"

He watched your gaze turn to a certain room he would soon come to know as your bathroom, and back to him. You waited for some sort of approval, ready to lead him to a shower, something you both desperately needed.

His nod came in seconds after, thinking that he could make it up to you through an activity he was more knowledgeable on.

[kombatkhronicles]

I remembered my password, so I'm back from the dead! Send me ideas?

+ One character per request, thank you!

+ I will delete requests that either make me uncomfortable or that I get no ideas for. Please don't take it personally if I don't answer yours, I will deliver either my best or nothing at all :)

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Characters

Raiden ¦ Dark!Raiden

Kano

Shang Tsung

Reptile

Baraka

Prince Goro

Hanzo Hasashi

Noob Saibot

I won't write:

Anything kid related (kids, pregnancy, etc);

Yandere

Shao Kahn

[kombatkhronicles]

Shang Tsung can KICK

[kombatkhronicles]

Okay, but consider the following: Midsummer cuddling with Kuai.

[kombatkhronicles]

NRS didn't need to give us some much tit size variety on the male krew. They did it for us, and gave them open tops and shirtless variations and ✨ side tit ✨ and I appreciate it so much <3

[kombatkhronicles]

YOU’RE SO SWEET!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR HYPING UP MY LAME OCS!!!! AFFGHJJ YOUR TAGS>>>>>>>>💖💕💞💗

ME @ YOU!!!!! 💚💚💚

AGDUVSISDUXVBSJX I'm happy you don't mind my tag rambling aa I like your OCs a lot 💖

[kombatkhronicles]

Hiii how are you doing? Would you tell me more about Xuna? :D

5. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

8. How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?

And

13. Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

Hello, Mayla sweetie!!! I’m doing well thanks for asking!! Hopefully all is well with you too!! And I’d love to tell you about Lady Xuna, my friend!!!

Lady Xuna is a terrible fucking liar. Being able to see the future means knowing everything that is true and becoming, and as a result she has trouble lying about it. Small lies she can do, they don’t require much effort so lying about where someone is at any given time is easy (even if she hates lying). But bigger lies? They kill her. She can certainly put on a performance to be convincing, but there’s always one tell if she’s lying: Her powers will be activated and her eyes will glow. Because she’s checking the future to see if her responses will work.

DON’T GET ME STARTED ON HOW MUCH BLING THIS WOMAN WEARS. Lady Xuna is DECKED out constantly with jewelry!! Even in her battle outfits! She ADORES earrings as they’re her signature, but she’s known for sporting rings, piercings, fancy chokers, ankle bracelets, and arm bands as well! Her signature pieces are usually black stones embedded in gold.

Considering she wears a veil, you wouldn’t think Lady Xuna bothers making eye contact while talking. However she does! For her, it’s a thing of respect. Even if you can’t exactly see her eyes, she feels that whoever she’s talking to deserves her full attention. The only exception to this rule is Raiden, whom she is comfortable enough with to know she means no disrespect when having her eyes on something else while they talk.

[kombatkhronicles]

POV a thunder god tries to impress you, by wearing normal people clothes for once.

I'm surprised by how well Raiden cleans up 👀

[kombatkhronicles]

hi hi ella!! i see u want some spoopy reqs so i shall come out of hiding and deliver 👻👻

how do the void boys deal with a ghost that’s haunting them (aka fallen in love hehe)? do they ward them off? entertain them??? or maybe bring them back to life??????

hope this req is spoopy enough for u😭!! much love as always, and keep up ur fantastic writing ;))

Hi Vvie!!! Thank you sm and of course I can do that 😎 this is a perfect spooky request! :•) the mutuals get either a ginger ale or a sprite ❤️

Shang Tsung

A man like Shang Tsung has been haunted by ghosts before; if not consumed by him, the spirits of the dead roam on his island until he deals with them. However, a friendly haunting is not one he’s ever experienced. Safe to say, you’ll already have him quite curious as to why you’re following him but choosing not to harm him. He has questions…

Though, after not many questions, the snake is just as polite and respectful as he would be to any other living person, even knowing your main motivation is simply because you’re enamoured. In fact, that might be why he is more kind than what might be expected. Shang Tsung really doesn’t care much for the physical; it’s the mind that attracts him most.

Though, after a while, it’s pretty clear that a man who can be as physically affectionate as Shang Tsung is, might want to be able to touch you. He makes that clear himself. The snake is nothing short of an intelligent sorcerer, and if you’re pleased with the idea, he’ll 100% find a way to reanimate you. “I cannot wait for the day I can hold you.��� The first thing he’ll do is hold your face and admire it.

Fujin

Having dealt with spirits in his long life, especially when guarding the Heavens, Fujin is actually quite familiar with friendly ghosts and spirits. He doesn’t mind your presence at first at all, opting to be just as kind and polite as you are, even though he did not expect to be “haunted” in Earthrealm. The wind god only really gets concerned the longer you stay; what keeps you here?

It’s certainly very friendly between you both from the get go, and your closeness eventually does prompt him to ask why you chose to follow him in the first place. Your answer of finding Fujin attractive has him modestly accepting, perhaps with his cheeks a little pink. But he doesn’t say no to your compliments or subtle flirts. He finds himself in a similar boat to you.

Fujin is a god, and he is someone who believes that beauty is held within the soul. He does wish to see you, and hug you, but necromancy is out of his skill set. If it were something you longed for, rest assured he would be the one to find someone to give you what you want. But if you’re content like this, his desires of physical affection can stay on the back burner.

Nightwolf

Nightwolf’s dealt with plenty of passive spirits before, and so while definitely wary at first, he’s concerned for his safety, and potentially his people’s safety, until he confirms your intentions. Then, while still cautious for a time, Grey Cloud will warm up to you. He’s met many supernatural beings, what’s one more?

Communicating with you is probably the easiest for him, as it is something he has done frequently since becoming Nightwolf. You’ll become incredibly close before he even begins to think about why you came to him in the first place; the answer was not what he was expecting (not that nobody tells him he’s attractive), but he accepts it as an answer. He might find it a bit amusing, actually?

Reanimating the dead is a bit of a grey area, as it’s not something he can do and it can be good or bad depending on who’s hands it’s in. If it was something you wanted badly, Nightwolf would aid you no matter what to make it happen. If he’s being honest, he does want it to; to put a mortal face to you, and to physically touch you, go on dates– he wants to experience that with you.

[kombatkhronicles]

So… one of Baraka’s skins is called “Tarkatan Beefcake.”

…So do you think Baraka is the Tarkatan equivalent of a chad among his Tribe?

[kombatkhronicles]

That one illegitimate son of a urban rodent 🐀

Sketch portrait, I was going to fully render it but lost my patience with Kano’s beard and mustache 😅

Do not repost <3

[kombatkhronicles]

How would Fujin, Kenshi, Liu Kang and Kung Lao react to their s/o playing with their hair.

I want to play with their hair so badly, especially Kuai Liang’s because it looks like it’d be soft

Slight suggestive material ahead…

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Lord Fujin:

- The minute you even touch this God’s scalp with affection, he melts

- Fujin is like a cat when they want to be petted, he’s getting as close as he can so you continue to play with his hair and he occasionally sigh of happiness

- If you braid his hair or do any styling to it, he patiently sits there contently enjoying the attention if you pull a little too hard with the hairbrush

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Kenshi:

- It’s very rare for Kenshi to receive that kind of attention, but once he hears your thoughts and senses your hand coming close to his head, he leans closer

- He’ll remove his blindfold and rest his head on your shoulder, eyes shut as to not get too overstimulated. He actually feels a little vulnerable without it, but wants you to run your fingers through every inch of his hair

- The longer you run your fingers through his dark hair, the more he relaxes and will eventually just fall asleep slightly snoring in your ear

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Liu Kang:

- When he senses your hand coming for his head, he instinctively grabs it before calmly asking what you are doing. He isn’t really sure what he expected

- Liu is very tense at first, not sure what to do as you toy with his hair. He eventually begins to let go of uncertainty and his body relaxes

- If you put a little braid in his hair, he’ll leave it there for the rest of the day and occasionally reach up to trace the strands

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Kung Lao:

- As soon as your hand extends towards his hair, he’s taking off his hat and getting as physically close as he can get. This man loves attention and having his hair played with

- Lao will cuddle close and let his hair down so you can do whatever you want to him, as long as your giving his positive attention he is putty in your hands

- There is one little thing though; as he relaxes and lets his guard down to you, you might accidentally pull a little too hard on his hair and he’ll gasp in arousal before covering his mouth blushing the brightest red you ever seen… he’s so embarrassed but he’s laughing it off as he hides his face in your shoulder begging you not to tell

[kombatkhronicles]

That one illegitimate son of a urban rodent 🐀

Sketch portrait, I was going to fully render it but lost my patience with Kano’s beard and mustache 😅

Do not repost <3

[kombatkhronicles]

Hi! For the asks:

Are they the life of the party or a wallflower?

For your favorite OC(s) 😁

Helllloooo there, Mayla!!! Thanks for the ask!!!!!!!!!

Lady Xuna is more prone to being a wallflower…until ten PM hits and suddenly all bets are off about who she’s taking to the dance floor first. The woman can DANCE and she looks damn fine doing it! She loves having fun and when she comes out of her shell you better be ready!

Devyne doesn’t party. It’s too open a situation for her to feel completely in control. However, surrounded by his close friends or family makes partying easier. They have more of a tendency to be a wall flower…or moreso a guardian that watches over everybody else in the party.

Salvador LOVES TO FUCKING PARTY! He is at the center of every fucking mess, dance circle, and drinking game. The man spent his life experiencing uptight, frivolous parties, he is gonna get DOWN the moment he is invited to a real party! He’s also the bastard that somehow gets a strippers pole into the party and shows off his moves.~

[kombatkhronicles]

+ One character per request, thank you!

+ I will delete requests that either make me uncomfortable or that I get no ideas for. Please don't take it personally if I don't answer yours, I will deliver either my best or nothing at all :)

+ You may request a character that is not on the list below, but I might not know what to write about them and then delete it ^^'

+ Don't be afraid to send more than one ask, but please, don't spam.

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Characters

Raiden ¦ Dark!Raiden

Kano

Shang Tsung

Reptile

Baraka

Prince Goro

Hanzo Hasashi

Noob Saibot

I won't write:

Anything kid related (kids, pregnancy, etc);

Yandere

Shao Kahn