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A drawing of Scorpion and Sub Zero classic from mortal kombat, to practice some light and shadow.

I hope you like it byes uwu 🐍✨💚

Mortal Kombat (1995) dir. Paul Anderson

Awwww is so cute :'3 💚💚💚

you can't die. i won't let you. plus i love you for shang tsung? but it's the reader saying i love you to him for the first time ever after they're recovering from a bad injury and he's holding them like he's going to lose them <3

AND I FEEL LOVE FOR SHANG TSUNG IN THIS CHILI'S TONIGHT-

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"Move, now!" Shang Tsung is pushing through the crowd that has gathered outside his palace.

He bounds out the front gate and his eyes fall on you, on your knees in the dirt and held in bindings, flanked by Tarkatan scouts. In the lead is Baraka, vicious teeth bared as he yanks on the chain that encircles your neck. You are covered in blood, the deep red stains painting almost every inch of your front.

"Shang Tsung!" the Tarkatan cries, "we found your precious scout skulking around our camp."

You glance up at the sorcerer in a weak daze; your lips are chapped, and your skin is pale, remnants of blood caked into your eyebrows and in the corners of your mouth.

"Baraka, you overstep your bounds. All of your people will pay for this."

The Tarkatan laughs, grating and ugly, "I think this scout means more to you than you admit," he extends an arm blade and runs it down your cheek. You wince as it sends rivulets of blood running down your skin, "Make a foolish move and I'll carve them to pieces before you reach the bottom of the steps."

Shang Tsung locks eyes with you- there is something burning in his expression.

"Your scouts will stay away from Tarkatan territory!" Baraka cries, tilting your chin up with his blade. Your eyes are heavy with blood loss and the hot tropical island feels suddenly cold.

Shang Tsung takes a step forward and Baraka snarls, pressing the arm blade to your throat, "No closer, sorcerer!"

Shang Tsung cocks his head and smiles, "Do you know what you stand upon, Baraka?"

The Tarkatan makes a snarling noise and presses the blade harder against your neck.

"There is a massive grave just below your feet," Shang Tsung rubs his fingers together absentmindedly, "I will give you five seconds."

Baraka scoffs, "Why should a grave matter?"

"Suit yourself."

When the chaos of souls and corpses erupts from the ground in a plume of green fog, the Tarkatan releases you and you crumple to the ground in a heap as darkness washes over your vision.

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"You will not die," Shang Tsung's voice is close to your ear, "I won't let you."

You awaken with a groan, eyes fluttering open to the sight of the canopy over your bed. Shang Tsung is at your side, his soul magic spiraling over your wounds as he focuses.

"Shang Tsung?" You wince as you try to push up from the bed.

"Be still-" the sorcerer lays a hand on your shoulder, "I am not finished."

You watch him work, his face screwed up in concentration while the soul magic spills over your body. The sensation is akin to cool water flowing across your skin.

"You had me very worried," Shang Tsung murmurs, "How did you manage to get caught?"

You sigh and pinch the space between your eyebrows, "Mount got spooked, took off through the encampment. I hung back, but they tracked me. Tarks have noses like bloodhounds."

Shang Tsung hums in response and runs one of his deft hands over your arm, examining the flesh for any wounds he may have missed.

"I can't lose you," you glance up and his eyes are boring into yours, "I would have killed every Tarkatan in Outworld."

Your lip quivers as you remember each blow- each slice from the Tarkatan blades as they tortured you for information. You remember the way Baraka had sneered, inches from your face, threatening to rip your throat out with his teeth if you didn't talk.

Shang Tsung grips your chin and turns your face to his, "You are safe now, let those memories fade."

You threw your arms around the sorcerer and he stiffened in surprise for a moment before reciprocating.

"I love you, Shang Tsung," you whisper, your face buried in his chest.

A small chuckle, barely perceptible, rumbles in his chest as he squeezes you tightly, "I love you, too."

Mortal Kombat (1995) dir. Paul Anderson

Hello tumblr!!

my first drawing blog, I want to show you this little drawing of Kung lao that I made to practice my new markers more, but everyone will like it. Greetings!! 💚✨🐍

Oh my life :")

shang, fujin, and scorpion with an s/o that experiences chronic pain? like bad enough to not be able to walk on a bad day?

oh i hope ur ok anon (つ .•́ _ʖ •̀.)つ

Fujin

While the part-human (is he part human?? idk lol) side of Fujin feels pain, he is ultimately a god — it’s not all that significant to him when all is said and done, as he can recover quickly. Fujin will be apprehensive to the fact that he can’t fully empathize with his lover, feeling underprepared to care for them as best he can.

And in this case, it doesn’t help when all he really does is control the wind. What does that do to help soothe any pain, let alone a paper cut? He knows he isn’t useless, there are other ways to help, but he feels it would at least be nice to be the god of something else in these moments.

But even if he thinks this way, Fujin will still be a big sweetheart. The wind god will not shy away from asking as many questions as he can to help accommodate for his lovers needs, and then going far above and beyond expectation after they have been met. It’s the god in him that makes him so good at tending to his lover, but the love and worry he has for his s/o that ultimately drives him to do so.

Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion

Hanzo is no stranger to pains. If injuries did not come from overtraining himself as he taught his clan, then it would have surely been from his past as a wraith. While not magically inclined, he still has countless remedies that might work wonders on his s/o, or in the very least soothe them with his earnest attempts at comfort.

Hanzo’s hardened exterior, which is softened already in the presence of his lover, is made even more tender on days like these. The grandmaster tries his best to provide for their needs first before the clan, and he will stay by their side even if they insist that they’re fine or don’t want to interrupt their duties. He loves his people just as he loves them, but they can wait.

Hasashi also takes the opportunity to do things he doesn’t have the time for on normal days. Among his favourite activities are telling stories to his s/o while they rest up, especially cuddled up before bed. Of all the things he can do to help, this is where his heart lies in the most.

Shang Tsung

When worse comes to worst and Shang is surviving on his last few souls, the pain of old age gets to him. He has thus become quite familiar with chronic pain over the years, and feels for his s/o dearly when he sees that they’re hurting.

The thorough man that he is, Shang Tsung will ensure that his lover never needs to lift a finger on their worst days, becoming a doting mother hen. His empire and priceless possessions are some of many things he must take care of, but on days like these, his matters cease to exist for a bit.

There is no question that he’ll have a few tricks up his sleeve to help relieve the pain. This comes from the many times he might not have had enough souls to sustain himself, resorting to countless other methods of survival. But of course, there’s always the option to sieve from his well of souls if they so choose. Anything for them.

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