#raisung

[starr-vatore]

Why tf did raiden and Shang tsung on my tomodachi life island start dating because raiden gave him some onion rings 😭😭

[sxvethelastdance]

“Tsung, we have everything we could ever need here,” Raiden says in his usual, neutral tone of observation. There is something behind his eyes that suggests there is more to this than the usual, so the sorcerer will likely be inclined to allow him to continue. “I searched long for something that might further delight you…” He produces a package, finely-wrapped, carefully tied with a ribbon, and hands it over. Within, Raiden’s former student will find a medallion shaped like the symbol of the Elder Gods, with which Tsung has decorated his island. The eye of the beast glows softly with a tiny orihalcon fragment.

The Sorcerer regards his divine partner with a listening ear and an open mind, allowing him to speak his desires, be they for himself or his loved ones. The years have been kind to Raiden and the matters of wanting, an act of courage as much as it is an act of will. His eyes appraise the package not for imperfections, but the careful precision with which he knows the deity has prepared this for him. It is a gift that only his husband can give, modest on the outside, and filled with wonders. Shang Tsung runs his fingers along the thing greedily, each finely carved scale, but the eye- he does not touch the eye. Transfixed by its beauty, for he knows what its presence means, and the cost, though small for any other, devastating in its magnitude for a being as covetous as his lover. It is a piece of him, blood for stone, and so very, very beautiful, and so very loved.

"My dear, having has never kept man from wanting.” With purpose, his fingers wrap around the hand of his thunderous lover, pressing his lips to each knuckle.

“That you have brought me this,” One kiss,

“Searched, given a piece of yourself to me each time.” Another.

“- is a gift of its own, and I am most gracious to receive. ” Finally, he lets go, only for his fingers to tip the Thunder God’s chin, bringing him down for a searing kiss. 

[canonliukang]

[gesturing vaguely to the Mortal Kombat kast]

They’re members of the alphabet mafia, your honor.

Hey guys! Here’s part 2 (part 1 can be seen here) of what I guess I can call my pride series of MK characters and the various flags for the month. I’m not particularly taking requests for my own sanity but you MIGHT see more of these from me!

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[luvsavos]

only 1 person is allowed to squish the thunder god and its shang

[starr-vatore]

Thunder man and his yassified bf

I'm just now starting to like shang tsung x raiden or whatev u call this ship I forgot the ship name lololol-

Raisung- right?? Or am I tripping and there is no name-

Edit: also the reason tsung's looks so fuckin yassified is because for some reason while I was finishing coloring him I decided to just practice glossy lips outta nowhere on them- so y e a.

[sxvethelastdance]

What if we developed our latent tension into a tender relationship where we sleep upon all the finery I possess? Haha, just kidding… Unless? Drew this for @bastardsunlight a while back and decided that it SHOULD see the light of day so here we are!

[sxvethelastdance]

“Show me.”

Silence wades in the water and air between them. It fills the space that keeps one man from another, in the darkness of this place

“Very well.” The Thunder God’s robes touch the ground, one piece of fabric to the next. 

A faint glow takes the place of the shadows at his back and blossoms into a radiant light, drawing Shang Tsung’s eyes to the source. 

“Beautiful.” Shang Tsung says, tracing the lines of ink that wrap around the deity’s ribs. They pattern the dips and curves of his spine and flow freely across his skin. The light pulses, and bathes him in blue. The appreciative sigh that leaves the sorcerer’s lips does not go unheard. This Shang Tsung is not unlike the one Raiden knew. He is a man who reaches for what he wants with thought, but without care. The context of this act has changed, with it the man himself. Raiden feels the echo of another time and place, and aches. [ Boy oh boy have I got a manifesto for YOU. The first two words out of my mouth are “old queens”, what follows is an incomprehensible stream of nonsense that may or may not antagonize you. But let this be a taste of things to come. Take a look at my friend’s work over @puttingfingerstokeys​ in the ‘Warring exes’ tag if you’re a curious soul and maybe a glutton for punishment. ]

[luvsavos]

just one kiss, is all i ask for -- raiden x shang tsung

this ship is cute okay shut up. au where shang didnt die in mk9 and he and raiden have had a secret relationship for like, a while. oh also liu and lao didnt die either </3 dont ask how this au works i dont know

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"Shang Ts-"

"Raiden!" Ths overjoyed voice of the sorcerer cuts the Thunder God off, as he runs to his arms and embraces him tightly, in a show of affection, longing, reunion and so much more. Bewildered and pondering eyes lingering suspiciously on the pair, Raiden is much more hesitant in returning the gesture, but Shang nonetheless seems to be pleased either way, nuzzling his face into the crook of the god's arm and almost seeming to melt in his arms--a stoic demeaner immediately turned to delicate, sweet whipped cream; so beautiful and yet so fragile and sweet. Shang's eyes close, and Raiden holds him, so gentle yet so firm--what an angel he seems, such an unassuming frame with that innocent, darling look of contentment upon his face (not that Raiden could forget the true nature of the sorcerer which he holds so close, and yet in times like this is it so easy to forget such a grim truth, albeit not a truth which the sorcerer had full control over).

It's the Shaolin Champion to first speak, to break that moment of bliss; with a rather accusatory tone and sentence--"What is the meaning of this?"

Shang's eye twitches open, immediately revealing within those unassuming hazel depths some sort of malice; a cunning, dark sort of intelligence--and a burning sort of anger at such a brazen question.

"What think you it?" He grumbles, pressing his face closer against Raiden's torso, right side of his face squished against that wonderful soft, yet lusciously thick cloth. "Shao Kahn is dead--we are all free to do as we wish to, yes? Thus I exercise my free will as I so shall please; and you are no one to halt me."

Kang's lip arches in a show of perhaps disgust, or annoyance, or perhaps both. "Yet you were our enemy. What changed?"

"Ha!" The sorcerer laughs, and withdrawls his face from that warm crook he'd so snugly nuzzled into, only to look up at Raiden, one thick eyebrow arched and a plainly amused expression upon his serpentine features. "Care to have your say in this?"

"I would prefer there to be no bickering nor fighting," Raiden simply sighs, allowing his arms to go lax around Tsung's hips. Shang grunts, and presses flush against him, glaring at Liu Kang from the corner of his eye with quite the malicious glint about them.

"Lord Raiden--you yourself stated Shang Tsung is our enemy, and yet now you embrace him?!" Liu Kang shoots back, with the same heated glare aimed right back at Tsung, who simply snickers, the corner of his mouth twitching in the faintest of smug, wicked smirks.

"Perhaps at the time he was, but he is no longer so." Ever the patient one, Raiden's tone stays level and calm, but Shang sighs in annoyance, rolling his eyes as he makes to slip free of that oh so lovely embrace that he could simply get lost in--but Raiden holds him back, earning a grumble from him and a scowl.

"Enemy not by my choice, boy--and were I you, I would watch my tongue; lest it be cut," he bristles at the acclaimed Shaolin Champion in place of whatever he had planned to initially do. Raiden lets out a soft, but audible, huff, and Tsung forces himself to calm, though it takes every fiber of his being to do so and to not simply snap at Kang then.

"You have better things to do than to hound Lord Raiden and I, yes?" Shang chides, "Go, then--complete whatever duties you have. Your presence sickens me."

Liu is quick to react, however a glance from Raiden lulls him to shut his mouth and instead nod and turn, muttering quite heatedly under his breath.

It is no sooner than the Shaolin has left than a complete change of demeanor overcomes the sorcerer--once again does he seem to be an unassuming, gentle fawn; gazing up at Raiden with nothing but gentle softness within those dynamic hazel eyes, and he smiles just slightly.

"I must admit, I didn't think this day would come. Shao Kahn, dead... It seemed impossible; and yet here we are. Thus, are we free."

Raiden nods, and gazes upon that gentle, innocent visage--that which looks it could do no harm and yet he knows perhaps better than anyone just how many it's owner has slaughtered. Yet he does not fear nor despise the man; instead he pities him. "Indeed," he speaks in that resonate, soothing voice that makes Tsung melt. "Despite the odds; we are both here."

The mere concept seems to make Shang giddy, and he bounces on his heels, grinning as he does. "I missed this. Us. I miss the taste of your lips. May I remember the gentleness?"

Raiden appears uncertain at the offer. "Shang... You are aware that I much prefer to limit such to privacy."

"Yet we can embrace in front of your beloved champion?" Tsung protests, a hand snaking up to rest on the side of the god's neck (not as if he would be able to reach any higher--he is a great deal shorter than Raiden himself). Raiden sighs, perhaps for a moment considering relenting before yet again persisting.

"If we were to be seen--"

"A single kiss, that is all I ask for," Shang whines, giving Raiden a pleading look, and Raiden's resolve breaks in that moment with the pitiful, pleading look which the sorcerer had given.

"Very well," so he sighs, "but only one k-"

He cannot even finish before Shang has tugged him down, and crashed his own lips against his; squeezing his eyes shut and cupping Raiden's face as though if he did not touch him he would simply disappear--or perhaps as though it is all but a myth, an illusion. Raiden finds himself surprised at Tsung's boldness, but carefully after a moment does he slip a hand back around the small human's waist--the other hand coming to rest carefully upon the back of his neck.

Perhaps one kiss was not so bad after all.