#thundertakeyou

@thundertakeyou for some reason I can see this ask in my emails but when I go to tumblr it isn't in my inbox, so I had to format it this way to answer it.

Sample Icons for @thundertakeyou​ 

The rest have been sent to your email, alongside the psd used <3 Thank once again, had a lot of fun working at this (,: 

*Please don’t use, these have been personally made for the account tagged above. However feel free to like/reblog* 

Banners for @thundertakeyou​  

Posted w/ permission. Absolutely loved how these came out, the color scheme we chose goes super well with it as well! 

(see this post) 

       The blind goddess was silent for a time. Contemplating her own answer. It was an odd discussion, yet one that could teach valuable lessons. “Through victory, you gain honor, yet you still lose. By defect you have sacrificed much, suffered more. Through your actions you have caused suffering and death in terms of battle. Through direct and indirect ways. No matter the side.” By snuffing out many lights, you were only left in darkness. The vile tournaments while necessary, caused great sorrow. Even through victory.

       when Earthrealm wins, they only hold the back the tide. A wave that would never yield and one they would always seek to shelter from the storm. “By nature, humans seek to better themselves, yet their actions harm others. Be it small or grant. Even we who strive to protect, hurt those who are dear to us, old friend.” 

       Perhaps she was thinking too deeply. Staring into shallow waters. A broad concept, many ways it could be worded. Approached and deconstructed. Through personal victories were indeed good for the soul, a sign of progress. “Hmm, perhaps I think too deeply or too narrowly.”  

Didn’t even waste anytime when I saw your message! <3 Welcome back hun! 

Now let’s talk about these colors *chef kiss* my personal favorite is number two BUT it’s totally up to you and whatever you are feeling for thunder boy here. I just can’t get over the fact you requested the whole package this time around lol makes me feel special! 

color boards for @thundertakeyou​ 

Color Scheme for @thundertakeyou​

Loving these colours, they look so good together, and go even better with the screenshots! This was really fun to explore, so a big thank you for requesting and for being totally awesome while we settled for a scheme that fit Raiden perfectly! Would love to do this again in the future <3 

         :･ﾟ🌪️┇ It is such a sight — a God once grandiose, now human, but no less awe-inspiring; his knowledge was great, his wisdom just as much. He would complete his holy life as it had begun: to guide, teach, support. Making a God of Liu Kang had been the right call, the only one that would put a stop to Kronika’s schemes once and for all — Fujin knows this, repeats this as a mantra in his mind — no animosity toward the new God of Thunder and Fire… but there is a certain, benign scorn hidden beneath his shell. It all comes at a cost: his brother’s life. While Fujin would live on, he would have to watch as his older brother age, then wither, dust in the wind — and what of the younger God then?

                          We were supposed to be forever.

            Must you stare, brother? He’d not even taken notice of his fixated gaze, thus it rips itself from Raiden and is cast downward; a puppy caught being naughty, or just almost. ❝I apologize — I did not mean to make you uncomfortable — ❞, there’s so much he wants to say, yet words do not come to him as freely as usual, simply, they clog his throat and hold his breath… and then he feels it, the dark magics, like meteorites coming down; the green glow from above. Fujin is quick, swift, calling up the winds to his side and deterring what magic was coming for Raiden toward himself — where there would be a chance for survival.

           His windpipe dry as autumn leaves beneath the dog day sun, something in his belly shifts; his blood, cold in his veins, the same chill invading the very marrow of his bones. The winds rising at his feet, whirlwind erect like a shield — not enough to stop the magic piercing through, effervescent emerald, swift blade slice at him, draw blood in sprays — and then, as though a nightmare, it ends, and Fujin drops to his knees, heavy, limbs bloated with wet sand. A strange strangled noise from the back of his throat, rubies on his lips — his brother next to him, concerned, searching — his belly sliced through the leather of his garments. His hands coated scarlet. ❝Oh….❞, he manages, then gives Raiden a wounded glance. Fear. These wounds, he knows, somehow, will not heal on their own.

            ❝....Poison...❞, he manages, and drops to his side. Poison should seldom affect him: but the magic behind it is enough to bring the God of Wind crashing down like a house of cards.