#realmofthegods

[doggedfather]

trace.  for your muse to trace their hand along my muse’s ( skin / scars ). - Hati

@realmofthegods

It became routine for Hati to stay after Order meetings, and him and Sirius would hang out and drink. Sirius thought they were pretty close now; if asked, he'd rank Hati as one of his best friends- not that he had very many friends. And maybe he had a bit of a crush on Hati, but who hadn't Sirius had a crush on at some point? It would pass. Eventually.

They were drinking and talking about nothing, passing time rather than having an actual conversation. From where Hati's hand sat on the table, Sirius would see the scars running down from his wrist and over his hand. Without really thinking, Sirius reached out, tracing his hand over the largest of the scars.

[inspireswar]

@realmofthegods from x.

"very close or i may freeze." lyanna said with a soft giggle, her chin resting on his chest to look up at him. "for you are quite warm. the best blanket i could ask for." she teased, her fingers tracing patterns over his skin absentmindedly.

[singxfus]

[ CLOSE ]  our muses have sex in lotus position,  clinging to each other desperately. - Nikolas and Daemon  

@realmofthegods

Long fingers dig into the other man's supple flesh, as if trying to pull him closer. They could not get close enough, much to Daemon's frustrations, and tonight of all nights he could use the distraction. For tonight, he had suffered through the wedding of his neice, the only woman he's certain he'll ever truly love.

After the feast had ended, Daemon had returned to the room he had rented in Flea Bottom, where he had instructed Nikolai to wait. The man had been a constant companion of his over the past six moons, under the guise of a serving boy.

On his return to the room, Daemon had commanded the man fuck him however he pleased and it is here that they find themselves, clinging desperately to one another as they slowly work one another towards their pleasure.

"Gods..."

[all-is-fair-in-love-and-war]

Starter for @realmofthegods Harald and Thyra (no rush)

Thyra walked into the Earls Hall in Kattegat, her eyes wide and her head tilted upward as she stared in awe at the structure. She hadn't seen Kattegat in years. She had visited a few times with her parents, but she remembered very little of the trip, save for that it was long and the sea. The other memories came and went. But now she was finally back, and she was in awe of Kattegat. The place her own family had come from. The place they had once called home.

She ran a slender hand over a collum in the hall, her fingertips tracing the patterns carved into it. She followed the pattern up the collum to the balcony above and smiled gently, she could somewhat remember playing on that balcony. She would sit up there late into the night as the adults in the hall had meetings or feasts that lasted until the small hours of the night. She remembered one time her father had caught her, and scooped her up into his arms and brought her down into the hall and sat her on his lap as the feast carried on, Thyra eventually falling asleep.

But now she had returned without her father or her mother. She and her siblings had been sent to represent them in Kattegat with avenging their kin. Thyra felt her chest tighten and she took in a deep breath, stepped back from the collum, and cast her eyes around the hall again.

[hcrctic-rebranding]

‘ if you snore, i’m hitting you. ’ -Bucky

✨ — meme got lost somewhere; @realmofthegods

“Excuse me? My name is not James Buchanan Barnes to be snoring..” she laughs, before throwing him a pillow.

[multimuseofmadness]

Spiders and Three Headed Hell Hounds

@realmofthegods

Ever since learning about magic, Peter had been able to see it’s marks everywhere.  It was like he developed a new sense for it.  Not just his ‘Peter Tingle’ but something else entirely.  It felt like water slowly lapping against his skin, sometimes warm; if it was welcoming, or ice cold if it wasn’t.

This path he was following had his teeth chattering.

The howls filled the city.  Peter was pretty sure that it was a werewolf.  At first the path he had been following had been warm, until the full moon rose.  He was certain that it was some poor soul who had been cursed.  Which meant he needed to take them to Doctor Strange in the hopes of healing.  Either to reverse the curse or allow the soul full control of it.

He landed when the wolf was in an alley, and sent out webs to try and stun it.

“I’m so sorry.  I know you must be just as terrified as the people you cross.  It’s not often that the predator finds itself being chased.  But I can’t imagine that you want to be this mindless thing.”

Doctor Strange had hooked him up with a special web shooter that would send people like this to cells in his ‘dungeon’.  They helped one another cure several such souls in the city.

Truth was, they hadn’t found the root cause of it yet.  Strange was investigating.

Switching on this new web shooter, a golden thread shot out at the wolf, sending it to the dungeon of the Sorcerer Supreme.

He relaxed.

“We do not need to turn this into an episode of Teen Wolf.”

[cagesings]

@realmofthegods​​   sent   :   ❝   they’d   never   seen   anything   quite   like   me   ,   apparently   ❞   -   from   ivar

                  the   truth   was   ,   johanna   also   hadn’t   seen   anyone   like   this   man   before   .   all   the   years   looking   out   her   window   ,   watching   crowds   on   grey   streets   ,   she   thought   she   knew   every   kind   of   person   .   the   selfish   &   those   who   freely   gave   out   money   to   beggars   &   the   ones   who’d   come   from   war   with   a   haze   in   their   eyes   .   this   man   intimidates   her   ,   but   johanna   isn’t   afraid   of   him   .   she   gives   him   a   nod   ,   showing   her   understanding   .   ❝   perhaps   ,   ❞   she   says   ,   a   whisper   on   her   breath   ,   ❝   i   don’t   know   very   many   people   .   even   if   they   haven’t   seen   anyone   like   you   before   ,   maybe   you   can   find   some   kindness   .   ❞   people   can   be   cruel   &   people   can   be   kind   .   it’s   what   she’s   learned   .   

[qceensofkings]

continued from x.  @realmofthegods

Isabelle and Faustian don’t usually do affection. But she’s exhausted and spent from the day, having found solace and peace in being with him. The brunette peers up at him, green hues soft as a hand traces patterns on his skin, “Would you like me to stop?”