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DIVERSITY WIN!!! GOD OF WAR WHO MURDER MILLIONS IS BISEXUAL!!! 🌈✨️
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This man…🧎🏼♀️💘
Baldur wanted to play. Who are you to say no?
Tears rolled down his face as he whined and struggled against the binds holding his hands behind his back. You almost regret the blindfold now. You can just see the desperate, far off gaze hiding behind the cloth. But no. You promised to fulfill his fantasy of being edged until he can't cum anymore.
You had been working him up to this state for the better part of two hours and now was not the point of defeat just yet. He was close; his incoherent babbling told you as much. You ground your hips against his hard cock inside you; not bouncing or moving on his lap but squeezing your walls around him to try to milk his seed out. He was whimpering with every filthy word whispered hotly against his ear.
He was so close. He practically vibrated with need. You knew the moment he finally came in you, you would tumble over the edge with him. You moaned sweetly in his ear and begged him to fill you full. To make you drip with it. To leave his mark deep inside until he had nothing left to give.
When it finally came, he was silent, trembling violently through his orgasm. The feeling of his hot cum filling you and leaking out slightly set you off just like you knew it would. You murmured praises to him as you both came down from the high. You finally removed the blindfold and kissed him with gentle passion. He whined pitifully when you pulled back to look into his eyes.
"Don't worry, baby, we are far from done here."
He moaned, face flushed and eyes swollen from the tears. He lapped at your neck as you reached behind him to remove the binds and push him to lie on his back. His cock never left you, slowly getting hard again. You let him slowly grip your hips and bounce you gently on his lap. It felt so good. You breathed heavily, forcing him to keep the pace slow as you messaged every inch of skin you could reach.
The night was young and you had lots of hard work to do before either of you could pass out. How much fun it would be to earn it.
Rest. When the body heals. When the mind slows down. A day of stress and pain and heartache is made to pause for a few hours so one can gather strength to face more horrors.
We know Kratos has fitful rest often. When he dreams it is always a warning. And when he doesn't, rest is just a state where he does not exist in the world. As a God he doesn't need it every day, but it can help when his mind is troubled.
For Atreus, rest always comes with the risk of prophetic dreams. It is worse than his father, but likely just like his mother. He was raised believing he needed daily rest. He still struggles with the mentality that it isn't always necessary but it isn't bad either.
Freya has suffered sleepless nights for so many years that she finds it difficult to rest at all. She works tirelessly for weeks before collapsing from exhaustion. It is the only way to avoid the nightmares.
Freyr is similar the his sister. He is still haunted by the abuse of the Aesir and the nightmares linger even after centuries have passed. So he will often turn to herbs and mead to find proper rest.
Thor only sleeps when he drinks. And it never feels like proper rest. He always wakes feeling more exhausted than ever. Unless Sif convinces him to lay with her as she runs her fingers through his hair and sings very softly to him. If he's lucky, Thrúd will crawl in between them and cling to her father, complaining about nightmares of mean giants, asking him to protect her from her dreams. Only then does he find true rest.
Týr has to meditate to avoid throwing himself out of bed when a nightmare shakes him violently from his rest. He has to calm his mind and put his memories of the prison cell away before he can attempt sleep. Sometimes he doesn't bother trying and spends several weeks traversing the nine realms to stave off exhaustion.
Baldur sleeps like the dead. It doesn't seem to affect him the way it does everyone else. But the night is empty and silent and ever so boring so he just sleeps like them. Rest is not an option, just a far away dream.
They say rest is not for the wicked, but they find it easier than most. The conscious makes everything difficult when your life is filled with horror, pain, and regret. But everyone needs rest. Else we may never find the peace we yearn for.
she god on my war till I ragna her rök
she ghost on my of til i sparta
She call my Kratos the way I Rage on her Titans
call her a quick time event cuz im tappin that thang
Call her aphrodite the way I press her circle
call her heimdall cuz she'll see this one coming
Been watching GOW: Ragnarok
Do I have to blame @hotofwar for this?
OF COURSE I DO And since I s*ck in writing smutty literature (seriously, I'd love to be able to but eeeek, nope, I really can't), here we are. As usual, full view under the cut :D
I’VE BEEN MEANING TO COMMENT ON UR COMMENTS ON THAT POST AND IM SO SORRY I NEVER DID-
THIS IS INCREDIBLE AND I LOVE YOU
This was completely out of left field. Even for me 😂
Also I see you, @hotofwar
OH SHIT I’VE BEEN CALLED OUT *runs*
i couldnt stop thinking about this post
Kratos had just told the servants to shoo when he heard hinges creaking behind him. «Daddy?» Calliope peeked out from behind the door of her room, slowly opening it to get out. «Calliope.» he picked her up, hosting her in his arms «Why are you up so early, little one?» She lazily rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, holding her rag doll with the other one, and yawned before actually replying to him. «I thought you were gone already, daddy.» she said, hiding her face against his neck «Last time you didn’t say goodbye.» «I am not planning of leaving so soon, Calliope.» Kratos slowly rubbed her back, walking toward her room «You can go back to sleep if you want.» [...] It looked like she thought of it for a moment, before grabbing his face in her hands – so suddenly that it actually caught him by surprise. «What if we surprise mom? Is she still asleep?» she whispered, as if she was plotting something secret. He threw a quick gaze at the door of their room, where indeed his wife was still sleeping, then nodded. «Can you prepare those round fluffy sweets? You made them once before departing…» Kratos remained in silence. Round fluffy sweets? He surely wasn’t a great cook, normally the helots cooked for them, or Lysandra if she wanted to prepare something special. Calliope tried to help him remember by gesticulating with her hands, showing him a circular form with her fingers. «It was the first time I tasted honey! You called them tegina…» «Teganitais.» he corrected her, talking in the same low voice «Do you want them?». «For mom too! I know she likes honey.» she giggled, squeezing her doll in her arms «And yours are the best teginatas in the whole world.» He avoided correcting her about the name, but sneered shaking his head «I doubt they can be that good.» «They are, I say!» she pressed her little fists on his chest «And mom taught me to always say the truth.»
Who know, I may draw something about this, or maybe write a little more... maybe! Yes? No? Let me know T_T
Thing directly related to this piece, and about Kratos cooking teganitais, I've to thank @hotofwar for the related post :D
Ok i love this fandom and all the content you create around the Greek apple throwing custom but I need you all to understand that throwing an apple wasn't a proposal to marry, it was a seduction method. Like I understand what u guys are going for and the fanart is cute amd I will always eat it like spaghetti. but throwing an apple at someone in ancient greece was asking them if they wanted sex. And catching the apple meant "yeah. Let's go to bed rn"
im so sorry BUT THEN THAT APPLE SCENE GOES LITERALLY LIKE THIS
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im posting this only because of the pic on the top right.
More nonsensical doodles (mostly Kratos)
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So I just started watching Ghost of Sparta and...
I'm just going to casually simp in my corner now.
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