#mukondo

Murkuro x mondo ?! On valentines day

Omg so rushed that this took less than an hour 🤯 (bc I have more ships to draw on Valentine’s Day

I’ll try my best to speed draw the other art 😅 I’m not gonna be able to finish it today

Happy valentine day

Fusion: Benitoite

A powerful unstable fusion that is easily provoked and ruthless with no remorse.

NO THAT’S FINE i know mukuro and mondo better so i just drew theM INSTEAD I HOPE THAT’S OK YOU TOLD ME THE COLORS AND EVEYRTHING SO I???? hhgughg i hope you like it it’s not very good 

let's be honest, the man never really had a shot at it, and she only offered that because she knew he didn't have a chance in hell

but how did you know my OTP, anon?

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There is only his rage, and his hate, and this madness that drives him insane. There is violence, yes, and bloodshed to go along with it. He fights for no other reason than to fight, to spill blood, to feel pain as he and his enemy break themselves against one another. Nothing else matters, in those moments. Once the battle is over, won, he can return to his thoughts and his solitude, anger and loathing flooding his being once more, until he remembers why he fought in the first place.

He rages, and he fights, and he wins.

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There is only the shadow that she clings to, in order to watch him. There is only her respect for him, her amazement at his ferocity, that he can be so coarse and unpolished in his style...and yet none of his enemies can defeat him. She watches from afar, from on high, an angel of war who waits for the day that her blessed one must need her intervention. She waits for him by the light of the moon, a shadow lit against the blackened night's sky. She is the herald of battles, his battles, and she will not rest until he does.

She watches, and she waits, and she smiles.

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The flames from his body die out, flesh and blood returning to coat the Ghost Rider's bones. His deathly grin becomes a menacing snarl, once-burning eyes taking on a human appearance before shifting into their customary glare. His muscles ripple underneath the coat he wears, and he crushes his weapon of choice-----a stop sign, as opposed to his brethren's more customary chain-based weapons----into primordial dust with little more than flexing and thinking.

There's no more of his enemy but char-marks and the Drow's severed head, cut off by the twisted, burning makeshift axe that he uses. He hadn't meant to kill the man, but the rage had taken over him.

He is a...no, he is the Ghost Rider. The last of his kind, at least as far as he knows, after his brother's death. He stands for battle, for chaos, for freedom. He stands for justice, for truth, for honor.

He looks up to her, then, as she gazes down at him with her soft smile so easily in place.

"It's been way too long, Mukuro. No time for your fire-reaper anymore?"

"You know as well as I do that I spend all of my time with you, whether up here or down there." Her formality, the rigidity and militarism in her voice, is as humorous to him now as it was when they first spoke.

"Yeah...since all the others are gone."

"Before then, too, though. Even before this, when all of us lived, I was...near you."

"A pity they died."

"The races have different lifespans, Mondo. Out of all of us, only three of us had the chance to truly be immortal; you've been here for me, regardless of whether or not you've known it, since my sister died. Even with her...sides...she still cared about everyone. Sometimes."

"Regardless, they're all dead. Just you and me now, left with 'em in memory, so they can still represent."

"Now I remember why I stay up here."

Even as she says that, though, she is floating down to him.

"Because you can't handle my rugged good looks and devilish charm?" He jokes.

"Yes. Obviously." Her eyes roll, and he laughs.

He hugs her as she lands, continuing the laugh, but something about it seems hollow to her.

"Why are you bringing them up?" Her eyes narrow.

His laughter stops on a dime, his face hardening and his jaw set.

"It's been so long, Mukuro. Your sister doomed the worlds...the one we are from, this one, all the others. I'm sure you get memories, just like I do. Things that happened, or that didn't happen. Things that seem impossible but you know are real. She speared you through. She strapped me to my own bike and liquefied me. All the others, she killed or caused the deaths of, or forced them to live their lives in misery."

"You aren't actually..."

"It's been two thousand years, Mukuro. Not two, not two hundred. Two thousand years. I've almost forgotten their names, their faces. It's just...you and me. y last question is, will you come with me?"

Mukuro's silence is agony for them both.

"Come then." She says at last. "Join me, in one final flight."

They rose, lit ablaze by his flames, and spiraled down as they pierced each other's hearts.

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she’s wearing his overcoat (*≧▽≦) i hope it doesn’t dissapoint!!

"Oi, Ikusaba. Nice to run into ya'. Why you walkin' all alone, this place's kinda rough out for a-" "Save the machismo talk. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. Finding dance battles is a walk in the park compared to my days on the battlefield." "Oh yea, forgot you've gotten real rough sometimes... I'm out here lookin' for a dance-off too. But hey, seems destiny's fated us to meet, so what about goin' one-on-one?" "Without our teams, eh?" "I mean... Y'dont mind fightin' me alone here 'n' now, do ya?" "Hmm... I say "bring it on." There's not a single war I've lost. A simple dance battle won't kill me."

actualmondo, when you make one of my OTPs captains of their own K-Pop dance crews, you make me doodle stuff like this.