#(not sorry?)

[future-passed]

Too Old to Die Young (2019)

Volume 07. The Magician "That's a pretty nasty wound you got there, my friend."

[sloppy-little-witch-bitch26]

now that I'm riding this train, do you have any headcanons of kratos and hemidall together? or how their relationship progresses to something more than "enemies" also how they'd romp around in the sheets too 💀 im sensing thered be some sexual tension, especially on heimdalls side. he's never seen such a man like kratos, someone so physically strong and imposing yet a mind as calm and quiet as a gentle river. interested in your thoughts!

Okay, I LOVE this. Again… NSFW!!! NO MINORS. Seriously, I’ll feed to you Svanna and Speki…

Kratos x Heimdall - Enemies to Lovers. Smut ahead MDNI

Not proof read.. I’m very tired.

Let’s pretend Heimdall wasn’t unalived during the fight (maybe he did still loose his arm) but Kratos is walking away, Heimdall’s head is downcast and he lets out a quiet “I can’t go back, I can’t go back” and Kratos replies with a questionable “hmm?”

Heimdall is just defeated, he’s in pain. No one has ever so much as snagged his clothes let alone BEAT him in a fight. He knows damn well though he’s as good as dead if he goes back to Asgard

Kratos contemplates, Atreus’ voice in his head saying “everyone can be saved father” so he removes the spear and mutters a “you so much as antagonise my son and your fate will be much worse than you returning to Asgard”.

Heimdall follows, full on playing the kicked puppy routine, slowly trailing behind Kratos till they reach the others, too embarrassed to even look at their questionable faces everyone has seeing the spiteful little shit trailing behind Kratos.

Fast forward and Heimdall is being taught and learning what it takes to be his own person without Odin‘s influence and releasing not everyone has cruel intentions as he previously believed. People are being civil to him! He still kinda taunts Atreus though but only in thought.

The more time he spends with Kratos, even though tensions are rife, he’s looking at him, watching him. How can this behemoth of a man be so… calm. The roughness of his face, the lines around his eyes, the grey in his beard but yet those almost golden eyes never show him any contempt.

Heimdall fights within his mind. He’s the scion of the Aesir for crying out loud but when that huge Greek god looks at him, Heimdall becomes this timid shell, completely at the mercy of the Spartans gaze.

He starts thinking of the way Kratos helped him. He doesn’t yell at him. Never raises his hands, never condescends him, never puts him down. He treats him like an equal.

Heimdall starts to loosen up around Kratos then one day he’s outside Sindri’s cabin, hearing grunts followed by logs hitting the ground. He follows the sound and there is Kratos chopping wood for the fire. The effortless way he swings that axe and those muscles… they way they constrict and release with each swing. Heimdall is starting to feel flushed and that flush goes straight to his groin. Embarrassed, he high tails it away to avoid Kratos from seeing the wood Heimdall is now sporting.

Let’s say Ragnarok happens, Odin is dead, Asgard has fallen and Heimdall is in Vanaheim helping the Vanir and Aesir rebuild. Everyone has noticed he’s changed. he’s still offish but he’s trying. Kratos notices this too. Heimdall isn’t uptight any more, he’s actually letting loose a little and do his eyes actually sparkle more now he’s free from the burden of Asgard?

There’s been times late at night where they’ve held conversations. Heimdall enthralled by the stories of Kratos in Greece and something more is starting to stir within both of them. Is this what companionship feels like? Common ground with another being?

One night the thoughts become too much. Heimdall can’t sleep, the god of war plaguing each of his thoughts and he can’t help himself but ease the growing tension in his crotch. He assumes everyone is asleep and he is desperate, his hand reaches down until he grasps himself and by the gods.. the pleasure that runs though his veins the minute his grasps his aching cock.

Kratos awakens to whimpers. He’s confused, it’s must be Heimdall having a nightmare. He figures he needs to check on him, Kratos knows damn well how the past can effect a sleeping conscious. He slowly takes steps to Heimdall’s room. The whimpers are becoming more frequent but he thinks nothing of it until he opens the door and he cannot take his eyes off of the sight. Heimdall is lying there, languidly twisting his wrist and palm over his very erect cock, the slick sounds of skin on skin, the glistening of pre cum coating Heimdall’s shaft and Kratos feels himself hardening.

Too lost in the feeling, brain flooded with thoughts of Kratos, Heimdall’s foresight is practically useless at this point, he doesn’t even hear the footsteps coming towards him until he feels his hand still being replaced by something much warmer and much more calloused. Shock setting in, bifrost eyes widening in fear but when he feels Kratos start to pump, by the Norns, he could’ve cum right there and then.

As always, there’s a calm and collected approach to the way Kratos’s closed palm moves so effortlessly along him but the warmth, the pressure, the heat coming from Kratos and Heimdall is close, so damn close. But he wants, no.. he NEEDS MORE.

Too consumed by pleasure to actually speak but he locks eyes with Kratos and he is BEGGING the man to either make him finish or just put him out of his misery.

What follows is an event Heimdall never would’ve imagined. He’s on his back, legs pushed towards his chest and he’s just so damn FULL. The feeling of Kratos… hard, hot, thick and deep is too much and yet not enough. Kratos is towering over Heimdall. Nothing but brawn and muscle and yet each movement. Each stroke. Every slow, tortuous stroke is hitting his spot just right at every thrust and Heimdall is seeing stars.

For the first time in his life, someone is caring for him. Focusing slowly on his pleasure, his comfort, his well-being and he’s so close and so full he almost wants to cry.

What feels like hours is spent in pure, all consuming ecstasy and Heimdall has never felt this connection before.

Kratos, still as composed as ever is also feeling confused but the way this young man clamps around him is too delicious, he needs more. He’s missed that closeness of another person. It may be nothing, a one time thing. A way to relive stress but with the golden haired man beneath him, the heat enveloping his hardened member, he could not care less.

Both men are spent. Heimdall is half expecting Kratos to up and leave without saying a word. Kratos got what he needed, he had no use for him now but when he’s gently pulled towards the Spartan and strong arms are wrapped around him, one hand slowly moving to play with his hair he’s overcome with feeling. For the first time since he can remember, Heimdall falls asleep feeling at peace.

Probably more Heimdall’s character but this bitch is still INSUFFERABLE at times. Mouthing off, sarcastic isms thrown left right and centre towards everyone and anything still happens on the daily until one day, he’s said the wrong thing to Kratos and all it takes is one look at Kratos’ face and he knows he’s about to be punished.

He knows damn well he’s going to be sore tomorrow and walking with a limp after Kratos is done with him but… he’s the god of foresight. He saw this coming after all… that’s exactly why he chose to push the Spartans buttons.

[fanning-the-flames]

Another prompt from @wendybird017, now for Jiang Cheng at Lotus Pier as Christina’s World by Andrew Wyeth.

My babiest Jiang Cheng! Unintentionally. But as this is the dream scene when Jiang Cheng is under anesthesia during the golden core transfer, probably appropriate. When I first got the prompt I did originally consider the actual burning of lotus pier or even once he is caught by the Wens, but (a) am ick about drawing gore and (b) Wyeth’s painting hits you more psychologically and emotionally than viscerally.

No one asked me to imitate egg tempera technique (which is all cross-hatching from what I understand) while referencing Christina’s World, but that precision and texture seemed crucial to the overall look that made the original so compelling, so I tried. Tried! Took forever omg…while reading up on egg tempera I almost convinced myself to try it in real life but after doing the lite version here am noping back into my comfort zone of oil paints.

If you zoom you see where I lost patience and didn’t quite render the surface texture like Wyeth, so might come back after letting this rest a bit.

[comfycowboy]

Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave

cry for judas, the mountain goats

[fagbag-diketrike]

Zuko: does nothing but tries his best

Ozai: this bitch ugly, YEET

[vidalia-venom]

[strafethesesinners]

John: Are you going to confess?

Dep: Yeppers

John: What did I tell you about "yeppers" ?

Dep: I.....don't remember....

John: I told you not to say it. Do you remember that?

Dep:

John:

Dep:.....Ye-esh...