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[mercurized]

👘 + 90s detective suit

[[You could have just asked for Doggett it would have been ok]]

[eriidia-archived]

@damuxblade​ crossed paths with Mileena

“Dearest Baraka.” Her rolled smoothly at the mention of his name as he approached the Kahnum, her fingers explored the skin of his shoulders, appreciating the musculature of the tarkatan. “Rumors are being spread about Kotal plotting against me, you know I don’t like to believe in them, but I entrust you this task: kill him. Bring his heart to me.” Her voice reaches for a growl at the mention of his heart.

[frstbiitten]

@damuxblade​ ha dicho: 👘 + 90s punk rock style

Send 👘 + an outfit of your choosing and I will draw my muse in the chosen outfit || Open 

[ourfusion]

ooc. why  not  start  this  blog  out  with  some  edits  for  some  good  friends?

[heamatic-a]

@damuxblade​

         ❝— Ever wondered if going vegan would do you some good?❞

[seidanguard]

Hide the Pain. [Subj. Baraka]

Ignoring the throbbing sharp jolts traveling up his right leg with every step, Baraka did his best to walk as straight as possible. And he was doing a damn good job at walking without a limp. Having suffered worst injuries over his lifetime, he had trained himself to ignore the pain and hide it well from others. Despite being injured, he still had work to do. Which is why he was trudging through the hall in search of the Queen.

As he turns a corner, he spots Hotaru just standing outside of the throne room. Snapping his teeth, Baraka waited for the sharp pain in his leg to calm down a bit. Once that happened, he walks up to Hotaru, standing just a foot away from the other.

“Is the empress in?”

Hotaru was a professional. He really was. However, part of his famously stony expression was made possible solely because his eyes were hidden. He gave Baraka a once-over that he couldn’t see. His leg was swollen and bruised in one spot, very similar to a broken bone.

“No, she is not,” Hotaru replied, with a tiny, tiny bit of amusement in his voice. He certainly noticed that Baraka was acting perfectly like nothing was wrong. Of course, that wasn’t impressive - it was to be expected from such a warrior. “Do you have news to tell her? Of an attack, perhaps? Or did you trip down the stairs?”

[shirai-ryu-assxssin]

✏ the number one tarkatan

✏   [closed]

@damuxblade​

[This is my first time drawing Baraka! aaaaa!  ]

[alice-harley-quinn]

Previously on... Ft. @damuxblade

¨A tark...Tarkt-what?¨- The demon wispered to herself as she stared at the man-creature. The smell of him remaind her to the other one who she meet a time ago... Kali, if she was not wrong, was her name. Maybe there were from the same clan.

¨Well, what am i? Good question, I cannot even understand it myself. Now, you great-nameless warrior, what got you around this strange lands?¨- Either way, what was most important for the moment is how many of them are and how is her luck getting by fiding them? It better be a good one too...