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The pose of my oc Karen da Vinci every time she ends a fight with a FLAWLESS VICTORY !. All beautiful and Chikita UwU Karen da Vinci: mother I look 16 years old but in reality I am already 32 years old and mature I am sorry that you call me little U.U Me: hehehe I know baby but it's true uwu Byes 🐍✨💚

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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!! 💚✨🐍

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."

Me: *Cry in koreano*

It's 3:40 AM and I don't know what I'm doing

(Then we know what happens)

what the hell? looks like one of the characters from attack on titans 😱

but who does not resist the sensual jack juju 🤭

Confession Of The Dark 16, 17 & 18 (To Be Continue)

story before : http://babelast.tumblr.com/post/143210914756/confession-of-the-dark-14-15-to-be-continue-part

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Hello everyone I hope you are well, I come to show you this drawing of Raiden that I made to practice a little the funds I hope you like it byes. 🐍✨💚

~karenDavinciART♡