#sub gow

[c-nstellati-ns]

Kratos desperately riding his fingers while grabbing your pillow and shoving his face into that and the sheets to inhale every bit of your scent after you've been gone for a few hours - goblin anon 👺

little thing 4 2nite, hope y'all don't mind !! can b read as olympus or norse kratos idc

FEM ALIGNED AND MINORS DNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

It was embarrassing to think about. To think that he missed you so much that he’d be doing something like this. Kratos’ restless nights in your shared bed was very much attributed to your absence in the home. It was pathetic, he thought, that your scent lingering on the satin sheet would make him so… aroused. It was a brief thought at first, about your past encounters with the man– sparring, fighting, being beaten bloody and bruised… He shudders a bit and swallows thickly, a raspy moan slipping past his lips. 

His fingers, slick with oil scented like olives and figs, slip into his own tight heat. The scent of the oil and the musk of your cologne stuck to your pillow, it made him whimper slightly. How would you react seeing him like this? The God of War, ass up in the air, his own slick running down his thighs– truly, you would tease him to no end. 

He can hear your voice in his ear now, “Kratos… did you really miss me that much?” He imagines your fingers as his own, prodding his sensitive clit and just barely grazing your fingers into his dripping pussy. “Gone for not even a day and suddenly, you’ve completely lost sense of yourself. Cute.” Your fingers slip into him, deeper and he lets out a whorish moan into your pillow. Kratos can’t bring himself to say anything, it feels like he’s going to lose his mind. He’s already been at it for a while, so to feel his gut tightening already wasn’t a surprise. 

“Look at you, such a slut. I haven’t even properly fucked you yet and you’re already about to cum. Tightening up on my fingers, you wish I were here to fuck within an inch of your life, right?” 

He lets out a deep moan and shakes his head, “G-get on with it.” He mutters through shaky breaths, curling up his fingers deep within. His pale thighs are shaking, and he feels like he’s going to collapse. 

“So demanding… but Gods don’t beg, now do they?” You chuckle, the speed of your fingers increasing and so do the frequency and loudness of his delicious noises. “Cum for me, gorgeous. I want to hear you.” You whisper, kissing his cheek gently and trailing down his neck. His eyes roll for a moment and he sees white, surrounded by nothing but your very musk. Kratos is on cloud nine briefly, his head swimming as he thinks about nothing but you.

He bites down hard onto your pillow, almost tearing it as he lets out a loud, animalistic deep groan as he crashes into his own orgasm. He can almost hear you now, cooing in his ear about how good he did and how well you’d reward him. Kratos gently thrusts his fingers into himself one last time before collapsing into the sheets below. His face is flushed, closing his eyes for a moment before coming to terms with what he just did. His face blooms a deeper red colour before he lets out a frustrated groan and throws your pillow away. 

He needs to clean up before you get home or Gods forbid he try to explain his little fantasies about you.

[marksbear]

Could you write a Smut for Kratos x trans male reader?🥺 I love him so much but there is almost no fanfic about him with male readers or ftm.

Active/Dominant Kratos vs Passive/Submissive Reader, Please🥺

Write only if you feel comfortable with the request, I love your writing❤️

Sure! Theres not enough fics for him and especially ftm. Thank you for loving my writing and I hope you enjoy this one!

Warnings! A part where Kratos is a service dom, fingering, riding, thigh riding, wall sex, cunt is used. DETAILED SMUT basically.

Dom Kratos x sub ftm reader

“Right here Y/n.”

The larger man says, patting his thigh staring down at his naked lover. Y/n looks up at Kratos before crawling over to him and sitting on his large thigh. Y/n moves his hips back and forth rubbing and grinding his wet cunt onto Kratos thigh as soft moans and whimpers escape his lips. 

Before any of that Kratos and Y/n were walking around the forest with Atreus. All three of them were walking around with one another until something caught Y/n’s eye and caused him to wander off. The father and son didn’t even notice until Atreus asked him a question and got nothing in response. 

“Stay here. I’ll go get him.” Kratos tells his son before eyeing his surroundings and gives Atreus one last look before leaving. 

It took Kratos a while to finally find Y/n. He found Y/n on the ground playing and “talking” to a group of rabbits. “Time to go.” Kratos says picking up Y/n not leaving any room to protest. Y/n squirms around in Kratos tight hold trying to break free. 

“The boy is waiting for us. Stop playing these childish games.” Kratos says giving Y/n’s thigh a large squeeze before rubbing it. 

Y/n lets out a dramatic sigh before giving up and holds onto his lover giving his neck a few kisses. The two of them have small talk about the plans for the day and mostly Y/n rambling about different things. “Kratoss~ I love you.” Y/n sings cupping the gods face in his hands. Kratos mumbles something under his breath, probably an insult, but shortly after he responds back “Love you too.” The two begin to be silent only enjoying each other's presence. 

“Hey kray. Can we stop real quick?” Y/n asks, earning a deep hum from Kratos as he puts the smaller man down. “What is it Y/n?” Kratos asks, looking down at Y/n. The god brings his large hand up and places his hand on Y/n’s cheek pushing his head up so they make eye-contact.

Y/n stares up at Kratos with lust in his eyes and Kratos immediately recognizes the look in his eyes. “Go back home. I want you naked and on your fours. Got it?” Before Y/n could open his mouth Kratos leaves, going back to his son. 

TIMESKIP

Once Kratos was back home with his son Atreus was too tired to even care about what his fathers were doing. He just went straight to his room and went to sleep.

With the two men currently one is bare naked on the floor looking up at his partner. “You're already so wet.” Kratos says putting his large hand on Y/n’s chin raising his head up. Kratos stares in Y/n’s eyes watching every single movement he does. Y/n moves his hand going between his thighs and runs his fingers back and forth down on his pussy with small moans escaping his lips. Y/n move his hips back and forth onto his fingers grinding onto them. Kratos gives him one last look before moving, going to the edge of the bed and sitting on it.

“Right here.”

The larger man says, patting his thigh staring down at his naked lover. Y/n looks up at Kratos before crawling over to him and sitting on his large thigh. Y/n moves his hips back and forth rubbing and grinding his wet cunt onto Kratos thigh as soft moans and whimpers escape his lips. Y/n throws his head back bouncing on his lover's thigh.

Once Kratos grows bored of Y/n riding his thigh he puts one of his large hands on Y/n's waist stopping him from moving as he holds him in the air. Before Y/n could even make a noise he moves his free hand up Y/n's thighs until he reaches his cunt.

Y/n tries to grind down on Kratos fingers, but always earns a harsh squeeze on his side. Kratos begins to finger Y/n at a fast pace prepping him and just toying with him. Kratos moves his thumb to Y/n's clit pressing down on it and rubbing it earning loud moans from Y/n. "Kratos!~ I-I about to cum!" Y/n moans throwing his head back on his lover's shoulder. "Then cum." Kratos orders moving his thumb around Y/n's clit even faster helping him out a little. Y/n cums hard onto Kratos fingers coating his fingers with cum.

Once Y/n calms down from his high Kratos lift Y/n up and lay him down on the bed. Kratos strips himself out of his clothes fully becoming naked before getting on top of Y/n trapping him under him.

Kratos spread open Y/n's thighs staring down at his wet cunt before moving his cock onto it. Kratos moves his cock up and down lubing himself up from Y/n's wet and sticky cunt. Once Kratos decides it's enough in one quick motion he pushes the large tip inside Y/n.

After Y/n gets used to the feeling of his tip inside him Kratos puts both hands on Y/n's thighs pulling Y/n's body down while also moving him deeper inside his cock. With all the noises Y/n making Kratos move his body down lower kissing Y/n deeply as he thrust the rest of his cock inside him. Kratos doesn't waste anytime rocking his hips back and forth at a steady pace.

"Such a good boy, but you have to be quiet."

Kratos doesn't even talk much during sex but when he does its usually not a praise. So once Y/n heard the praise he couldn't help but smile uncontrollably.

Kratos begins to speed up his thrust. The god thrust becomes rough and faster no doubt causing something to break. Skin slapping and quiet moans and groans and be heard throughout the house no doubt.

The god begins to loose himself from caring about making to much noise as he picks up Y/n off the bed before pressing him against the wall fucking him even faster. Y/n's moans become louder as well screaming out "Faster!" or "Harder" a few times.

Y/n cums hard again for the second time. Cumming down on Kratos cock makes the wet skin slapping against each other even louder. Y/n lays his head down on the wall moaning about whatever as Kratos abuses his cunt. It doesn't take Kratos long before cumming deep inside Y/n. The two let out huffs and groans. While not pulling out Kratos moves both of them back on the bed. After the two calm down from their highs Kratos pulls out watching his own cum ooze out of Y/n.

"Kray...I think we broke something." Y/n teases earning a deep.

"Shut up." From his boyfriend.

THE END.

[trooper-is-bored]

How many characters have I made Tails befriend? Yes

[nepeta-cata]

I get that more people want to dom heimdall. Put him in his place. He's an asshole after all

Now what does it mean if someone wants heimdall to dom them? Asking for a friend

[youmaycallmebrian]

weirdly going through a Sindri phase rn. Like. This wasn't planned... but here we fucking are i guess. I am simping on a germophobe dwarf. Love that for me

[astrxealis]

i am now required to play games other than ffxiv, bcs i need to finish botw & octopath b4 their sequels 🥹

[hollowdeath]

I LOVEEEEE YOUR HARRY FICSSSS 😭😭🙏🙏 I literally cannot get enough, your harry fics are amazing ❤️

I was wondering if you'd be willing to do an enemies to lovers type thing with dark!harry, similar to the one you did with "the dark side" fic, but maybe they're rivals due to quittich, yet they both just have tension they don't know gow to handle, so one day they just kind of get so worked up in an argument they start making out. (P.S. I loved the thing you did where harry came from y/n saying he hated him 😫😫 also the part where harry gets turned on from y/n scolding him. If possible, could you incorporate that in there? Thank you smm ❤️❤️) I hope it's not too much trouble ❤️❤️❤️

thank you so much for requesting this, i hope you enjoy!!!

pairing: slytherin!harry james potter x gryffindor!fem!reader (18+)

summary: you and harry have been quidditch rivals ever since you've become captain of the gryffindor team. the tension between you two rises until one of you needs bandaged up by the other, leading to you making a discovery about the school's bad boy that leaves you baffled and insanely curious.

cw: smut!!! angst, mentions of blood, degradation kink, sub!harry x dom!reader, dry humping

word count: 7k

it was your final year at hogwarts and, more importantly to you, it was your last year as the gryffindor quidditch captain. you took major pride in your status as captain, and dedicated a majority of your time outside of class to leading practice, coming up with new plays, and making sure that annoyingly good slytherin captain kept his distance from you and your team.

harry potter was well known at hogwarts years before he even came through. the boy who lived, or whatever. you had never paid him much mind to begin with because you knew he reveled in his own notoriety.

see, potter wasn't just the slytherin quidditch captain. he was the most vile, egotistical, disrespectful wizard you'd ever had the misfortune of interacting with. on top of thinking he was some kind of miracle that blessed everyone's presence wherever he went, he specifically treated you worse than the mud on his shoes. not just because of your status as gryffindor captain, but because you were the only student who wasn't afraid to stand your ground with him. had it not been for quidditch practice 4 times a week and games every friday, you would've done everything you could to keep your distance. however, things didn't work out that way, and you ended up forming a sort of rivalry with the boy that the student body found all too exciting.

it started last year when potter and his friends made a dumb poster and hung it up in every boys bathroom: a drawing of someone falling off their broom with your face printed out and glued to it, along with harry's whose drawing had just knocked you off victoriously. they had put "[y/l/n] vs potter: this friday at 6" at the top like it was some kind of promotional advert. and, as much as you hated it, it actually somewhat worked.

from that game on, the other kids began picking sides every week to see who would win. the crowd turnout became the largest it had been in your entire time at hogwarts. some came in support of potter or were otherwise afraid of what would happen if they didn't, while a good amount of students started to become your biggest supporters the more you showed your skills in the game.

see, you didn't just become captain by having a recognizable last name unlike some other people; you had been playing quidditch since you could fly from a young age, and made the team every single year before finally being nominated for the position by your own teammates. you made a promise to them that day that slytherin would no longer be known as the winning house, and that they finally had some competition to sweat over.

and sweat they did. your first game as captain was an easy win, and so were the next 3. it wasn't until the slytherin players learned they actually had to try in order to win now that they began winning every other game as well. that's where harry stepped in.

harry was someone you always tried to avoid during your years at hogwarts. you didn't socialize with many slytherins to begin with as you found some of them to be rather grating and obnoxious, but especially not with slytherins like potter. it was students like him that gave the entire house a bad name. everyone thought he was so charming besides his cocky attitude, but you saw through his act right away. you think that's partially why he singled you out of anyone as his target.

once he set his sights on you, it was impossible to avoid him. it's like he had some sort of tracker on you the way he always managed to pop up in the most random of places simply to upset you. not that you'd be surprised, as along with harry's sickening bravado came his disregard for moral ethics. if there was a way to cheat, lie, or steal your way into getting what you wanted, potter was already on it. he knew no bounds when it came to his little schemes either. from stealing your game plays and sharing them with his teammates to spreading rumors about your players to playing clearly illegal moves during the game only for nobody to notice but you, potter seemed to revel in the rivalry everyone pushed onto you.

you hated giving him the satisfaction of breaking your cold demeanor, but sometimes his antics pushed you too far. he knows how protective you've become over your teammates, so he'll target them when he can't get to you, especially the younger ones. this is where you've blown your cover quite a few times as you can't stand seeing your first years cower in fear anytime they see potter. yelling, spitting, nearly getting physical with him on several occasions when he ignores your threats to leave the kids alone or else. it's as if he rather enjoys getting such a rise out of you, and not just to fuel the public rivalry.

today was your last day of practice before the last, biggest game of the semester. your team knew to meet at the field at 5 pm ready to go as you had plenty of plays you wanted to perfect before playing against the slytherins tomorrow night. practice had only just started with a few flyers in the air before you heard a commotion of voices coming from behind you.

you turned and saw harry leading his team onto the field, laughing obnoxiously and pointing at your teammates in mockery. you swear you felt steam coming from your ears when you told your team to wait and let you handle this.

you stormed up to potter with an accusatory pointed finger. "you. get the hell off my field now before i call mcgonagall out here, potter." you spit at him before pushing his chest. harry takes the push and just laughs, shaking his head at you.

"[y/l/n], i'm not sure how many professors have to tell you that this field isn't yours before you let us use it for practice as well," he said with a smirk, changing his grip on his broomstick and letting it rest on his shoulder. you narrow your eyes at him and cross your arms over your chest. "you know damn well we practice here every week at this time, and yet you're never able to find a time outside of that to spend with your own team. curious, isn't it?" you ask him sarcastically, your tone biting.

harry's smirk drops slightly. "are you suggesting that i'm trying to sabotage your chance at winning the season tomorrow? because i'd never do such a thing, [y/l/n], and it hurts that you think of me in that way." he responds just as sarcastically. a few of his players snicker and laugh just behind him, earning a nasty glare from you that has them shut up quickly.

you look back at harry who's waiting for a clever comeback from you, nearly on the edge of his seat to see what you have to say this time. you hate how much he thrives off getting you upset.

"fine. practice, then. you'll need it." you tell harry with a cold tone, giving him a disgusted look up and down. you take a step forward and point your finger back into harry's chest, your faces less than a foot away from each other. "but if you mess with any of my players, even as a joke, i will gut you like a fucking fish." you tell him in a hushed tone. you think you see his pupils dilate slightly, but you were probably mistaken. "got it?"

harry's smirk only grows as he starts backing away slowly. "got it, princess." he laughs, turning to his little group of followers for approval before they run off to the other goal post opposite from your team. the nickname is new, and for some reason it made your stomach drop and heart race like crazy. that potter kid just knew exactly how to get under your skin.

you tried to focus on your own team's plays for the rest of practice, but you could clearly hear harry and his friends saying your name and laughing too often for your comfort. anytime you happened to make eye contact with harry, you made sure to scowl at him and promptly turn your attention away. just his sheer presence made your blood boil and skin crawl.

for the most part there were no issues in the sky, the slytherins mostly kept to their side besides the few times harry's friends were messing around and ended up coming close to a few of your teammates. you scolded them each time, but they would only laugh at you and fly off to tell harry about your outbursts. other than that, you ended up getting a lot accomplished in order to be prepared for the game the next day.

however, towards the end of practice, your teammates were having some difficulty with a new technique you taught them, so you took the time to demonstrate it with another player in the sky. you were just about to start instructing when your teammates started calling out to you frantically. you didn't have enough time to process what they were warning you about before you felt someone fly into you from behind, nearly causing you to fall off your broomstick.

you could feel yourself falling to the ground, but your grip on your broomstick remained tight enough to quickly get it under you just in time to somewhat break your landing. you tumbled to the ground with a pained groan, and heard someone else fall just to your left. you could feel the wind get knocked out of you in the air, so it took a moment for you to properly breathe as you tried to sit up.

your teammates got to you in seconds, asking if you were okay and trying to help you up. that's when the pain set in. standing up-right you could feel your rib cage aching and your shoulder throbbing. "i'm fine, i'm fine," you told everyone, brushing off the grass stains on your clothes. you turned to see who had fallen next to you, and who else would be lying there but harry potter as his slytherin teammates rushed to his aid as well.

they're helping him stand up and you can feel the rage building inside you. you break away from your teammates' grasps and march up to harry as he's wiping the grass stains off his own clothes as well.

"you did that on purpose, you pest." you snap at him. harry looks at you incredulously as he fixes his practice jersey. "are you mad? it was an accident, i wasn't looking where i was going, drama queen." he snaps back, giving you a dirty look up and down. you can feel your jaw clenching and fists balling at your sides. "oh yeah, sure, you just so happened to run into me of all people in the sky. you know, you're such a…"

you pause in your anger noticing a gash on the side of harry's face with blood starting to drip down his cheekbone. harry notices your concern and gives you a confused look. you sigh and instinctively pull down the sleeve of your sweatshirt to hold it against his wound. "now you have a giant cut on your face, for fuck's sake," you tell him, your voice a mix of panic and exasperation. harry winces at your hand making contact with his face, but his eyes grow with concern hearing your panic.

you turn to your team and start guiding harry towards the school. "practice is over, do not be late tomorrow." you announce to them hurriedly, trying to keep your sleeve against harry's injury as you rush him off the field.

harry actually manages to stay quiet on the way to the infirmary despite your anticipation to shush him the entire way for making crude jokes. instead he remains silent and lets you urgently guide him through the empty halls.

once you arrive at the infirmary wing, you notice the entire room is full of people. every bed is taken, ans every nurse is running around frantically from patient to patient. you and harry share a confused look before you roll your eyes and find a nurse between beds. "excuse me, ma'am, i'm sorry to bother but um, potter here was being an idiot and got a cut on his face that just needs to be bandaged quickly." you motion towards harry and feel him give you a nasty look out of your peripheral for calling him an idiot.

the nurse, completely exhausted, sighs and motions towards a room to the side of the check-in station. "look, we are swamped with a potion experiment gone wrong here. if it's just a cut that doesn't need stitches there's a first aid kit in the little room over that way." she tells you quickly before being called away to another patient. you try to intervene but she's already jogging away, leaving you with a bloody harry in your hands. literally.

you sigh, clearly annoyed, and turn to examine harry's cut again. pulling your blood-soaked sleeve away, you see the blood flow still hasn't slowed and decide to just bite your tongue and help harry despite your hatred for him only growing in this situation.

you drag harry towards the little room, opening the door and turning on the lights to reveal the smallest examination room you'd ever seen. you had no idea this was even here, but it only contained a sink, a cot, a locked medicine cabinet, and a first aid kit. you closed the door behind harry and locked it. you grab a few paper towels from next to the sink and walk harry over to the cot. "sit," you command him, practically pushing him with your other hand to sit down.

harry looks up at you softly, way softer than he's ever looked at you. it makes your heart skip a beat but you ignore the feeling quickly. "here," you tell him coldly, handing over the paper towels. "just apply pressure on it while i get the first aid kit."

harry does as he's told and you slowly pull away your sleeve, making a disgusted face at the stains left on the cuff. you sigh and pull your arm back through the sleeve, starting to take off the hoodie altogether. "well, that's ruined," you complain, throwing it to the floor, leaving you in a tiny tank top and workout shorts.

harry's watching you intently, adjusting his glasses and shifting his weight in his seat. you walk to the sink and thoroughly wash your hands in case any blood happened to get on you as well.

opening the first aid kit up you find a tiny bottle of isopropyl alcohol, cotton rounds, and bandages. pouring alcohol on the cotton, you turn to harry and still find him watching you.

you give him a look. "what?" you ask with pinched brows. harry, for once, looks flustered as he turns his eyes away from you, instead staring at the floor below his feet. you just roll your eyes and set down the alcohol, walking towards harry and pulling away his hand from his cheek.

"here," you say, moving his jaw to look up towards you. "this is gonna hurt a little," you tell him before gently cleaning the cut with the cotton round. harry winces, but his eyes never leave your face. you try to ignore his gaze but it becomes even more intense the longer you take to stop the bleeding. you can practically feel his stare burning holes into your skin, and you start to feel that familiar annoyance rise in your stomach.

"i know i'm pretty, potter, but can't you look anywhere else?" you complain, giving him a cold look before returning your attention to his cheek. harry's eyes drop again, but end up falling on your chest this time. you back away and scoff, throwing the cotton pad into the trash next to the cot. "perv," you mutter under your breath.

just as you're preparing the bandage on the counter next to the sink, you hear harry say something from behind you. "you're gonna have to speak up, kid," you chuckle, throwing away some wrapping in the trash. "your, um, your back," you hear him stutter.

you turn to give him a confused look. "what?" you ask. harry motions towards your back, and you turn to look at yourself in the mirror above the sink. you look at your back and pull up your tank top slightly to see a massive bruise forming on your ribcage. you gasp at the size and color, immediately turning your anger towards harry.

he already looks prepared for your rage before you can even start to say anything. "you bloody prick, i know you did this on purpose. do you seriously want to win so badly you'd nearly break a rib to get there?" you snap at him, pulling your shirt back down and angrily marching towards him still sitting on the cot.

"i told you, [y/n], it was an accident." he says. you pause. he's never called you by your first name, at least not to your face. you were actually surprised he knew what it was in the first place.

harry looks up at you innocently, his eyes soft and brows raised. this just angers you again. you take another step towards him, your legs practically between his as harry tilts his head up to keep looking at you.

his glasses are crooked, his hair is a mess, and the cut on his cheek is still raw. and still, for some reason, your heart skips a beat looking down at him. you've never been so close to his face. you've never noticed his freckles before.

"you should just be glad i haven't targeted you the way you've targeted me all these years, potter. you're lucky i'm a nice person and don't believe in revenge, or else you'd be the one with nearly broken bones and a bruise the size of your lungs." you spit in his face, your tone razor sharp.

harry's expression hardly changes at your words. if anything his eyes only soften more watching you become filled with anger.

"and wipe that innocent look off your face before i do it for you. you should be thanking me for patching up this cut and not making it worse." you continue to vent at him as you step away to grab the bandage from the counter.

you're just starting to press down on the adhesive of the bandage around harry's injury when his eyes meet yours again. "thank you." he says, his voice broken and whiny. something about the way he says it makes your stomach drop to the floor. harry's usual annoying temperament was completely gone, no longer making mocking jokes or insults towards you, instead only speaking softly and looking into your eyes even softer.

confused and feeling a strange mix of emotions, you finish applying the bandage on harry's face without a word.

you start to put away the first aid kit, taking one last look at your bruise in the mirror with a sigh.

"i'm sorry." you hear harry say quietly. you look at him, his expression empathetic and almost concerned for you. it was then you started to believe the incident really was an accident. why would harry ever be apologetic for something he'd usually take loads of pride in, like knocking you off your broomstick?

you swallow nervously and look away from him, fixing your shirt. "you should be," you try to remain cold, but your voice is breaking. "i'm just glad you also hurt yourself in the process. you deserve to feel some of the pain too." you say in a deadpan voice.

you pick up your sweatshirt off the floor and start soaking the sleeve in some hot water to at least try and get some of the stains out.

"you're right." harry says behind you, his voice somber. you roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt to seem remorseful, turning to him curtly. "i know i'm right. and you know what else? you're just a loser who picks on people to feel better about yourself because you're insecure." you insult him.

you expect at least some kind of reaction from harry, but he just continues to watch the ground with a sullen expression. "i know." he says quietly.

you groan and turn to shut the sink faucet off, walking towards harry with the same accusatory pointing finger from before. "and you can stop with this whole act you're putting on 'cause it's pissing me right off," you nearly yell at harry, getting in his face. he just looks up at you with those big blue eyes again, biting his lip harshly.

you went to scold him again when you noticed a rather large bulge in his pants from where you were standing above him. you thought you were just assuming, but once you took a step back, you knew exactly what was happening with a smirk growing on your face.

harry nervously looked down at his crotch before quickly attempting to hide his obvious erection. he adjusted his pants and tried to use his shirt to cover it, but you were already laughing at him. "this cannot be real, this has got to be a setup. there's no way you just got turned on by me insulting you for 10 minutes straight." you could hardly get the words out from laughing so hard.

clearly embarrassed, harry looks between you and his erection with fear in his eyes. it only makes the situation that much better for you as you continue to humiliate your own bully.

"u-uh, this isn't, um–" "don't try and tell me this isn't what it looks like, potter. i know exactly what's going on here." you interrupt him and cross your arms. "you're such a loser that the only way you can get off is by having girls hate you. y'know, most guys get erections from making out with a girl, not getting threatened by them." you mock him, still a hint of anger laced in your voice.

harry's looking at you with that same innocent expression, but there's something else in his eyes that makes you pause. he's not just embarrassed, he's actually enjoying what you're saying to him. you can see his pupils dilate just looking at you, his bulge only becoming more obvious the longer you mock him.

you want to be disgusted at this situation. you want to hate the way harry's looking at you and leave the room with a huff to tell everyone about his little kink. you want to call him a disgusting creep and slap him across the face for ever thinking of you in such a way. but, you don't. because you can't.

you should be disgusted. you should be creeped out. but, for some reason, you're just not. you should be filled with rage ready to tell him off again, but, instead, you find yourself full of curiosity and…flattery?

of course it's never flattering for a guy to get an erection thinking about you being upset with him, if anything it's quite morbid. however, with you and harry, everything finally started to make sense. this is why he was always pushing your buttons just to get a rise out of you, or why he seemed to thrive off of your heated interactions. because he did. he found pleasure in your anger.

again, you should be fuming, but you're just not. your heart is racing and so is your mind. you're completely flustered at this point, possibly even more than harry is. you can feel the blush on your neck and cheeks and can't tell if the embarrassment you're feeling is secondhand or not.

still looking up at you, harry attempts to cover his erection up again with his pants. you just laugh at him again as there's no real point, you're more than well aware of his predicament at the moment. his blush is so severe he's nearly completely red, and you can see his hair start to stick to his forehead from the sweat. while you'd usually feel nothing but contempt looking down at harry's innocent expression, this time you feel a bit different. he almost looks younger now, his eyes soft and lips slightly hung open.

you notice the bandage around his scar starts to lift a bit around his eye, so you sigh and place a hand on his bandage to help reattach it. again, harry almost winces at your movement, and you can see his erection twitch under his pants. god, he really does get off on this.

while fixing it, harry's still watching you intently. "i'm sorry," his voice is soft but deep, making your blood run cold. you pause to look him in the eyes. "and what are you sorry for?" you lead him on.

harry's brows furrow together slightly. "for…well, y'know," he trails off, offering a fake, awkward chuckle. you smirk as you look back at his bandage. "no, i don't know. so why don't you tell me, potter?" you ask teasingly.

without fail, harry shifts in his seat uncomfortably and tries to subtly hide his erection again. your smirk only grows at his predictability.

"u-uh, well, i-i'm sorry for…for, um, getting turned on by you…" his stuttering is only making you enjoy the moment more. maybe part of you likes seeing him squirm like this under your hand. "by me…?" you lead him on again, taking a step away to examine his bandage. harry swallowed nervously watching you. "by you…being mean to me." he says meekly, his voice small and embarrassed.

you smirk at him again and decide to test the waters. "good boy."

harry's face absolutely drains of color. you can practically see his heart thumping out of his chest. and, if you weren't wrong, his hands actually started shaking in his lap.

you start laughing again at his reaction, hardly able to hold back from how funny this situation was to you. harry potter, the school's bad boy, the top slytherin student, the quidditch captain, your biggest rival, has a literal kink for being degraded. and he had the nerve to ever try and call you a loser.

"sorry, it's just so funny to me," you tell him between laughs, wiping tears from your eyes. "actually, no, i'm not sorry. i think you deserve to be laughed at for this. what guy actually gets horny from girls being mean to him?" you ask rhetorically, crossing your arms again and examining harry in front of you.

he's completely disheveled and getting sweatier by the minute. he breaks eye contact after your question, nervously scratching the back of his neck to waste time. "uh…" he starts off, clearly not knowing what to say to that. you just continue smirking, watching him struggle. "i mean, is it every time a girl is mean to you this happens? i'd imagine with your attitude that would be pretty often." you joke, partially curious but mostly just trying to make him squirm more.

harry shakes his head, both of his hands rubbing at his face and wiping the sweat from his hairline. "n-no, it's, uh…" he starts again, eventually trailing off with a sigh. you start tapping your foot impatiently. "i'm waiting." you say in a mocking tone.

harry tenses again, still not looking back up at you just yet. his body language is clearly uncomfortable and defensive. "it's not…all girls, okay? it's just…you." he finally spits out, clearly struggling to put his thoughts into words. "this only happens with you, i swear. a-and it's only started this year, and i don't know why." he rambles, speaking with his hands, his eyes still fixated on the floor.

for once, you're speechless. you weren't expecting that confession from him, and you certainly didn't know how to react to it in the moment. i mean, this potter kid has had it out for you since day one, he's practically made you two enemies on the field and off, and now he wants to tell you all this? it's a bit confusing, to say the least.

harry sighs, resting his face in his hands once again. "look, i'm sorry about all of this, okay? all of it, not just today, but everything. i shouldn't have been so rude to you all this time, especially not for the reasons i have…" you can practically hear harry wincing at his own words. he uncovers his face but continues to look down. "just…please, please, don't tell anyone. i know that's asking for a lot considering all i've done to you, but…please, [y/n]." he's nearly begging.

you just watch him carefully, trying to figure out how to respond to all of this. on one hand you're inclined to feel insulted, disrespected, and downright disgusted at this information, but in reality…you're just obscenely curious. i mean, how often does a guy get turned on by you being mean to him? and not just you, but specifically, only you. does that mean he actually likes you? or is it only a sexual thing? and how would that even work?

as your mind continues to raise more and more questions, you feel yourself speaking before you even decide what to say.

"fine, i won't tell anyone. if," you take a slow step towards harry. he looks up at you with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. your heart leaps at the sight of him so vulnerable beneath you. it's as if you can see him thinking anything, anything for you.

you're not sure what's possessing you in this moment, but you can't stop yourself from pushing the limits further between you and harry. again, your mouth starts speaking for you.

"if…you let me help." you say with a smirk, closing the gap between you and harry and standing between his legs once again. he's looking up at you in complete shock, his eyes examining every inch of you in front of him. he's trying to speak but his mouth just keeps opening and closing, gasping for air and nervously chuckling.

arms still crossed, you wait for harry to say something and enjoy seeing him be the speechless one this time.

he eventually looks back up at you, biting his lip again and leaning back slightly. "help…me?" he asks, confused. you laugh at him, shaking your head. "yes, potter. help you. can't have you leaving here with that," you motion down to his pants with your head. "can we?" you ask seductively.

again, you're not sure what's making you act like this right now, but you honestly didn't mind it. you already got a kick out of insulting harry anyway, why not watch him struggle a bit harder under your thumb in this tiny exam room?

harry's completely frozen. you smile at him this time, the most genuine one you could muster in the moment. "if you want to, of course," you say quietly, softening your gaze at him and fixing his messy hair. harry makes a soft sound and leans into your touch, his eyes closing. you giggle to yourself, he just looks so innocent resting in your hand.

the moment didn't last long as you tighten your grip on the hair on the back of harry's head, pulling it so he's looking right at you. his eyes open and a soft whine escapes his lips. "i'll take that as a yes?" you ask smugly, leaning down until your faces were nearly touching. harry does his best to nod his head, swallowing nervously and glancing at your lips.

you smile at him again. something just felt so right when you were in control, seeing harry's front disappear as he became a mess in your hands. you felt powerful, confident, and, to your dismay, insanely turned on from the entire situation. your feelings of hate and desire for harry drove you mad, yet he seemed more than willing to be the recipient of both.

so, you lean forward, and you kiss him.

it's soft at first, slow, shy, you feel like harry's barely breathing. eventually he catches up, nearly moaning into your mouth as you feel your stomach fluttering. you put your other hand on his cheek and sit on harry's lap, your knees resting on the cot around harry's hips. you feel his hands tread carefully up your thighs and under your shorts, his fingers digging into your skin roughly.

this time you can't hold back your moans, causing harry to melt even more into you. his lips were soft, careful, but so eager. it's like he was starving and yet still took his time with you.

you pull away slightly, your breath heavy and forehead resting on harry's. "lay down," you command him, climbing off his lap. harry quickly lies back on the cot, kicking off his shoes in the process. you do the same before crawling back on top of him, carefully resting your ass directly on his erection.

harry openly groans, his hands reaching for your hips and squeezing the skin roughly. you bite your lip to hold back another moan. you slightly adjust your position and cause harry's head to roll back against the cot. "[y/n]..." is all he manages to say in his broken voice.

he's already such a mess and all you've done is sit in his lap. who would've known all this time his teasing you was just a cover up for this?

"this'll be easy. you're already practically falling apart on me, potter." you tease him, your cold fingers finding their way under his jersey. harry's body shivers, his hands moving from your hips to your waist. his fingers crawl under your shirt as well and cause your skin to break out in goosebumps.

he slightly smirks at this reaction, but you don't let him have his moment for long. "and don't get cocky," you warn him before you start grinding on his erection. his head rolls back in pleasure again, his mouth hanging open and fingers digging into your skin. you smirk to yourself. "don't forget you're the loser who likes to be insulted here." you remind him harshly, your hands running along his chest under his jersey.

harry's noises are completely pathetic, his hips bucking into yours for even the slightest bit more friction. you stop grinding into him and he lets out a shaky breath, looking at you with needy eyes. he looks so worked up already and you've barely done a thing.

"shirt off," you tell him, pulling at the material. harry, again, doesn't hesitate to follow instructions. he removes his hands from your waist and quickly takes off his jersey, throwing it to the floor.

your breath hitches in your throat looking at harry's soft, sweaty skin in the dim fluorescent lighting of the exam room. you never realized just how toned his shoulders and chest were, or how many scars and bruises he seemed to have, both new and fading.

you look back up at harry, his eyes nervously watching your every move. you lean in to kiss him again, messier, needier. his hands return to your hips and practically force you to start grinding on him again. you would've intervened if you weren't just as desperate to continue rolling your hips into harry's hard erection.

a soft moan comes from your lips as you grind into him harder, your hands resting on his chest for support. harry groans, his brows furrowing. "shit," he mutters, only encouraging you to go faster.

you could feel how wet you were through your panties. your stomach was tightening already, making you feel a bit embarrassed of your own desperation. seeing harry be so willing to please you only had you wanting him more.

just as you start to feel yourself blush at your lack of self control, you notice harry's panicked expression, his grip on your skin guaranteed to leave bruises. "what's wrong?" you ask, somewhat sarcastically and also concerned.

he struggles to get a sound out. "hmph, gonna, fuck, please, don't," he's stumbling through his words, barely able to keep his eyes focused on you. his hands try to stop your hips, but his grip his weak.

"stop what?" you ask curiously, slowing your hips slightly but rolling into him harder. harry moans, his hand covering his mouth hearing how loud it echoed through the tiny room. you just laugh at him and pull his hand away, guiding it to your chest. harry's eyes widen, trying to pull his hand away.

"stop, gonna…cum, if you don't," harry whimpers, squirming under your weight as his legs try to escape. you take your opportunity and pick up your pace, giving harry an evil smile.

"aw, already?" you ask, forcing his hand back to your chest. you guide his fingers along the curves of your breasts through your thin tank top, causing him to breathe even heavier. "you haven't even gotten to see these, and you're already about to cum? i was right, you're such a fucking loser, potter." you tell him, guiding his hand back under your shirt.

you can feel him struggling under you even more, his torso only getting sweatier. you just grab for his other hand and guide it under your shirt as well. he watches as intently as he can, his eyes still rolling back in pleasure at the pressure in his lap.

you help him lift his hands higher and higher until he's cupping your tits under your shirt, your breathing becoming hitched at the feeling of his rough fingers running across your sensitive nipples.

"fuck," you say under your breath, loud enough for harry to moan and grope you rougher, lifting your shirt above your tits. you gasp at the feeling and look back down at him, a sweaty mess with eyes barely open.

"please, please," harry starts begging, his hips still trying to squirm away from you. you place your hands on his sides and push him down, continuing to chase your high. "just stay still, harry," you nearly whimper. you realize you've never called him by his first name either.

that's when he comes completely unraveled beneath you. he's practically crying out in pleasure and desperation, his hands roughly squeezing the soft skin of your tits as his head is thrown back against the cot. just watching him fall apart like this has you shaking on top of him, feeling the warm wetness of your panties leaving a mark on harry's jeans.

it takes a few moments for both of you to come back to earth. harry's hands eventually loosen their grip on you before quickly pulling away, his eyes wide and panicked again. "sorry," he says quickly, his cheeks completely flushed.

you just shake your head and laugh, climbing off of harry's lap and adjusting your shirt. harry sits up and runs his hands through his hair, trying to catch his breath still.

the room is a bit awkward, but you eventually start to chuckle and push harry's shoulder lightly. "so…" you lead him on. harry chuckles as well, hanging his head low. "so…" he repeats, his voice still soft.

"so…is it wrong of me to assume you might actually like me?" you ask, picking up harry's jersey and handing it to him. he offers you a shy smile and puts it back on, shaking his head. "y'know, i'm not sure there's a way i could've made it more obvious." he admits half heartedly.

you laugh again, feeling a blush crawl up your cheeks. you turn away from him and grab your sweatshirt from the sink, the sleeve still completely stained.

"i really am sorry about that, i have a few you could borrow if you'd like." he says with a smirk, pointing towards your sweatshirt. you roll your eyes. "well, good to know your cockiness hasn't gone anywhere." you respond, suppressing a smile.

he chuckles. "never will." he says confidently. you give him a look and take a step towards him, causing him to swallow nervously.

you laugh at him again. "yeah, okay, pretty boy." you tease him, stepping away and towards the door. he follows behind you, still blushing like crazy.

leaving the exam room you notice all the nurses are still running around like lunatics, having no idea what's just happened only a few feet away from them. you and harry share a knowing look before running off together, laughing as you reach the halls.

"y'know," harry says between laughs, looking over at you with nothing but love in his eyes as you continue walking the empty halls. "don't think i'll go easy on you tomorrow just because of…that." he says, motioning behind him with a shy smile. you smile back at him and offer your hand. harry looks a bit hesitant, but shakes it anyway. "wouldn't want it any other way, potter."

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[simplysparrow14]

I think the one thing that I love the most about GoW (2018) and GoW: Ragnarok is the fact that the women of the world have the most power out of all of their male counterparts. And it isn't because they have higher power or any special abilities.

It is because they are women. And they are messy and angry and don't always have the best view of the world, themselves or others.

And that they are actually respected by the story itself.

Like, say what you will about how Faye had to die to kickstart Kratos' redemption arc, but I find it unbelievably badass that said dead woman played the long-game of the century, made herself a living legend in all of the 9 realms, knew fully that she was going to die young, but instead of wallowing in despair, she chose to smile and love her husband, son, her heritage and friends to the fullest despite it all.

Freya rallies armies, beats the shit out of her ex, regains her warrior spirit, reunites and rekindles her relationship with both her Valkyrie sisters, Kratos and Atreus and twin brother, heals from the death of her son and regains a new family.

Angrboda uses her companionship, trust and gentleness with Atreus to show him a glimpse at the life and skills of a giant, peace and comfort and overall domesticity that he had been lacking back home due to odin and fimbulwinter, as well as give him the skills needed for his journey into who Loki is.

The Valkyries are able to be well respected warriors who are fully proud to be fighting aside true commanders and fighters and not have to follow Odin's command.

Thrud becomes worthy to wield her fathers hammer, is respected by her mother and those around her for the first time.

Sif controls, rallies and persuades Thor, the meanest of the aesir to nearly kill Atreus and Kratos for revenge against the deaths of their sons, just by her words and love for him alone. SHe even tries to be a better mother to Thrud due to having lost Magni and Modi.

The Norns freely use their creepiness and vast knowledge of fate and time and wisdom to scare the shit out everyone they meet and because of that, people don't dare mess with them, not even fucking mansplain-manipulate-manslughter Odin.

The Lady beneath the water is so respected and worshiped that it's factually known that you don't talk to the lady, she talks to you.

A lot of GoW is about swinging axes and ripping apart enemies. But the most powerful characters don't do that. They use their emotions and smarts and intelligence rather than their fists.

the true character arc for God of War isnt about Kratos at all.

It's the fact that God of War went from a dudebro power-fantasy hack-n-slash game where the women were either relegated to sex minigames, sub-par emotional justification for *why* we are killing gods, and villainous roles---to actual 3-dimentional characters who are given proper respect, courtesy and value, who are integral to the story as a whole and are crucial to the long term consequences of the game.

[simping-for-paladin-danse]

10 fandoms/10 characters/10 tags

Tagged by @rakimaiirisa ❤️💅✨

1. Fallout 4

Paladin Danse (OBVIOUSLYYYYYY)

2. TES5: Skyrim

Miraak (favorite tentacle-looking mf)

3. Valorant

Harbor (blob blob)

4. Apex Legends

Mirage (bamboozled)

5. Overwatch

Hanzo (nom nom nom)

6. Mortal Kombat

Sub-Zero/Kuai Liang (GRANDMASTER BLUEBERRY ICE)

7. Street Fighter

Rashid (RAAASHIIIIDDDOOOO-)

8. Romance Club

Kamal Rai (I’m so sorry (actually I’m not (Лан, не бейте тапками…)))

9. COD: MW2

König (squishy baby boy)

10. GOW: Ragnarok

Kratos (best daddy (in all senses))

@metalforhands @bosdansefanatic @queen-of-the-danse @that-blue-vault-dweller @returnn-of-the-mac @danse-or-farkas @purrpletartan @danses-with-dogmeat @nataliens

WHO ELSE AAAAAH-

[noloveforned]

friday shows up pretty fast on short weeks like this one. it always seems like i don't have enough prep time before my show but then 8pm hits and i stop overthinking things and it all magically works. so tune into wlur from 8pm to midnight tonight to see what's on the menu!

last week's show is streaming on mixcloud, as per usual.

ps- i updated the site last weekend to use a more modern theme as i was toying around with attempts to embed the stream (i think that ship has sailed). please let me know if anything is broken, missing, or weird.

no love for ned on wlur – june 30th, 2023 from 8-10pm

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[rageinacan]

HEADCANONS.

1. Back in his General days, he had four "sub" Generals, ones secondary in power to him. Whenever he couldn't, they'd take care of the barracks and the army, or even just beside him under his orders. One of them was the infamous Spartan "Atreus", mentioned in GOW 2018 in the end credits.

2. Somewhat more level-headed before getting the Blades of Chaos, even listening to advice of sparing innocents of opposite sides in War, especiallyif they wished to be in Sparta even if it would mean they'd be considered non-citizens, or Helots (pretty much slaves of Sparta).

3. During the third light meal of the day (Hesperisma), Spartans would be served their infamous Melas Zomos. Kratos had been extremely used to the taste,but still liked to have a couple pieces of bread and some olives to the side with it. He'd also sneak Honey (Greeks' equivalent to sugar) into the broth, a habit that started when he had become General.

4. updated as necessary.

[hereliesbitches--me]

❝ why, that almost sounds like praise. ❞

GOT starter or GoW: Ragnorok starters i dont remember tbh (Still accepting)

This would be the second time Rosie had met Namor , courtesy of Tony Stark's summoning and Doctor Strange's insistence that she attend as his pupil. By the second round she had even received a personal invitation from Tony himself , under the pretense that having a girl among them would have "balanced out the testosterone" -- or so he had said. Perhaps having something to do with the way the Sphinx had gotten along so well with the notorious sub-mariner at the end of that secret illuminati proposal

And now she had to take advantage of that well- received perception following the showdown over Bruce Banner's fate : Four hands raised for his banishment into the depths of space without warning. Only the two of them seemed to disagree to the cruelty.

Tony Stark just didn't know when to shut up. He nearly drowned for it

And it was beautiful.

Watching Strange emerge from the murky waters with Tony and Namor shrouded in a bubble of magic, the exchange was muted and distant from her spot among the rocks. But it was angry, a warning of what was to come, then Namor dove free from the hold , true to a a fish returning to water. She had made no attempt to come to Tony's aid as he crawled upon onto the shore like a drowned dog, into the awaiting hands of Reed Richards and the silent oversight to Black Bolt. The Sphinx attends these at the urging of her teacher, she reminds herself, because she isn't really one of them. A mere observer, to take in chaos and make record of defining moments that would change the course of the world as they knew it.

Somewhere off in the waves she spots the vague ripple of a dark shape beneath the polluted city waters and exhales slowly with the thought to soothe the vengeful sea king for the sake of keeping peace. If they were the only two with the sense of mercy to see the injustice of sending a mentally ill man into space for something he could not control because of the doing of another, then they had more in common than she could say she had with the rest of the illuminati. Namor was lingering for a reason, then she should at least extend the courtesy to soften the personal blow. She's pulled from her thoughts by the gentle billowing of Stange's cloak as he settled beside her on the stone. " Well that went terrible..." Without the presence of the others, Rosie pulled the hefty metal helmet from her head and tucked it beneath her arm as she regarded her teacher glumly. Strange looked just as defeated as he sighed, " It went about as well as I expected it to... Namor was always going to oppose it no matter what was said." Rosie scowled, " This is all wrong... Its not fair whats going to be done to Bruce. Its cruel... No matter what way you try to paint it. Somebody is always gonna have to lose.." To that, Strange stood silent. Because that was exactly it, and there was nothing else that could be said to make it better. His eyes followed that same dark shape as Rosie, a hand scrubbing along his jaw. The doctor glanced towards the cat, then back towards the water. " Something tells me you are going to try to make some sort of amends here..." A small smile quirked at the corner of Rosie's lips. " Yeah... anything you want me to say on your behalf?" Strange could barely find it in him to smile back, with the residual weight of guilt for what awaited them. His arms fell limply at his sides before he started away towards more stable shore, Rosie's head following his departing image when he breathes out his reply, "...That im sorry that it has to be this way. Bruce was my friend too..."

" Thats because it was." Still clad in her Sphinx armor, Rosie followed behind a waitress while disengaging the gauntlets from her forearms and carefully sliding each her hands out. The helmet was already tucked away within the safety of a pocket dimension, now she wore her face out freely with hair undone to have a small semblance of normalcy among the crowded sports bar. She peered back at the sea giant to make sure was not offput by the environment, or the nosy eyes that almost immediately turned to follow the pair.

All too used to the eyes of the media and public alike, Rosie slid into the booth unbothered and laid her gauntlets besides her, grinning.

" I can appreciate good form in a fight, and then how you dove into the water afterwards? Would put Olympic swimmers to shame."

It was a stupid thing to say to a water mutant, but it was for that exact reason she chose her comparison -- gaging a sense of humor and boundaries as she slid a menu to his side and picked up her own with bare hands. Her fingers flex in adjustment to the gloves absence, quietly cracking at each joint for relief. She tucked her head down into the menu almost dramatically to hide behind it and skimmed its pages, " I hope you dont mind the location. I worked up an appetite watching you fight, and bar food doesnt quite compare to sports bar food. You have any preference of restaurants here on the surface?"

[h0riz0nstuff]

Relative to my latest reblog (under this one xD), I looked at the notes and I found ONE (!!) person who actually reblogged like me because they're in both fandoms xD So I'm here to tell you, fellow Horizon fans, if you haven't watched The Untamed (Netflix/viki/Youtube… Viki has the better subs), you're hugely missing out. Anyway, I will not talk about this further on this blog xD Just do eeeeet. >.>

As for me, I'm still kinda pissed at Guerrilla and beside, I'm currently playing GoW Ragnarok, which explains my lack of recent posting :b Edit to add : the GoWR photomode they recently added is kinda shit to be honest. Nowhere near as good as Horizon and Ghost of Tsushima (tho I still consider Horizon's to be the better of the two). >.> *sigh*

[turisiancom]

TURISIAN.com -  Ada kabar seru nih dari Kota Surabaya! Besok Minggu pagi, 23 Juli 2023 ada event keren bernama Bank Jateng Friendship Run. Kegiatan lari ini yang bakal digelar di Alun-alun Surabaya, Jawa Timur. Ada sekitar 1.000 pelari dari Surabaya dan sekitarnya yang bakal meramaikan acara ini, guys! Gak cuma di Surabaya, lho, tapi event lari keren ini juga udah digelar di Jakarta, Bandung, Semarang, dan Yogyakarta. Makanya, Surabaya jadi kota kelima yang jadi bagian dari kampanye Road to Borobudur Marathon 2023 Powered by Bank Jateng. BACA JUGA: PertaRun Energizing Run, Event Lari Pertama Pertamina Cilacap Jadi, Friendship Run ini bukan cuma buat olahraga aja, tapi juga buat jalin silaturahmi dan persahabatan antar-komunitas lari dan masyarakat. Mantap, kan? Sementara Ketua Yayasan Borobudur Marathon, Liem Chie An mengatakan event ini juga bakal ngebuat denyut ekonomi dan pariwisata Surabaya makin ngejreng. Bisa dibilang, ini bakal jadi magnet buat wisatawan karena lokasinya yang ciamik banget di Alun-alun Surabaya. Tempatnya kece, bersih, dan keren abis, guys! Dan jangan lupa, ada gedung dengan ciri khas dome yang jadi landmark kota Surabaya juga. BACA JUGA: Tiga Event di Yogyakarta yang Ditunggu-tunggu, Dari Gowes Hingga Lari Hotel Santika Premiere Eh, ada lagi nih yang seru! Para peserta udah mulai ambil race pack (perlengkapan lomba) dari Sabtu (22/7) pagi di Hotel Santika Premiere, Gubeng, Surabaya. Terlihat, semangat banget, kan? Buat para peserta, gak cuma lari aja yang jadi seru, tapi ada pemilihan Best Costume juga, loh! Nah, buat rutenya, peserta bakal ngelewatin jalan-jalan keren di Surabaya sepanjang 5 km, guys! Start dari Alun-alun (Jalan Gubernur Suryo), terus lewat Jalan Panglima Sudirman, Jalan Basuki Rahmat. BACA JUGA: Ajang Lari Marathon ‘Rupiah Borobudur Playon’, Diikuti Ribuan Pelari Nasional Kemudian berklanjut ke Jalan Embong Malang, Jalan Praban, Jalan Tunjungan, dan finish lagi di Alun-alun. Seru banget kan jalannya! Menikmati Kuliner Setelah lari sepuasnya, para peserta bakal disuguhin kuliner khas Magelang yang dijamin enak banget! Bank Jateng Pawone siap ngebahagiain kita dengan Nasi Telang KWT Lestari, D'noel Mangut Beong, Nasi Magelangan 'Handayani'. Dan Dawet Ireng Ketan Hijau 'Nak Robil'. Makin keren acaranya! Gak cuma itu aja, Sobat Turisian! Ada acara seru lainnya, nih, buat hangat-hangat Friendship Run. BACA JUGA: 2.000 Pelari akan Ikuti Event Run Against Cancer 2023, Ini Jadwalnya Kita bakal diajak nongkrong di Sambang Cafe & Eatery dengan acara The Tour.  Ada penampilan keren dari komunitas lari. Seperti Suwer, She Run Sub, Delta Runners, IsoMlayu, RIOT Surabaya, Indorunners Gresik, Kendos, Merr Runners, dan Rebyek. Seru banget kan? Jadi, buruan deh ikutan Bank Jateng Friendship Run di Surabaya! Jangan ketinggalan momen seru ini buat olahraga. Juga, kenalan sama temen baru, dan makan-makan enak bareng! Semangat, bro dan sis! ***

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ZOMBIE NIGHTMARE (1987) – Episode 228 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

“You cut-a the hair; you lose-a the strength.” The story of Samson and Delilah this ain’t! Join your faithful Grue-Crew – Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, Crystal Cleveland, and Jeff Mohr – as they teach Jeff who John Mikl Thor is with Zombie Nightmare (1987).

Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 228 – Zombie Nightmare (1987)

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A mother resorts to voodoo to get back at those who killed her son.

  Directors: Jack Bravman, John Fasano (uncredited)

Writers: John Fasano, David Wellington (uncredited)

Selected Cast:

Adam West as Capt. Tom Churchman

Jon Mikl Thor as Tony Washington

Tia Carrere as Amy

Manuska Rigaud as Molly Mekembe

Frank Dietz as Frank Sorrell

Shawn Levy as Jim Batten

Linda Singer as Maggie

Hamish McEwan as Peter

Manon E. Turbide as Susie

Walter Massey as Mr. Peters

Tony Blauer as Teenager

Mark Kulik as Teenager

John Fasano as William Washington

Francesca Bonacorsa as Louise Washington

Jesse D’Angelo as Young Tony Washington

Tracy Biddle as Young Molly Mokembe

Dean Hagopian as Medical Examiner

Alan Fisler as Bob (as Allan Fisher)

Philip Pretten as Man At Disco

Linda E. Smith as Man’s Date (as Linda Smith)

Michael D’Amico as Bouncer

Gayle Garfinkle as Mary Batten

James Rae as Fred Batten

Charles Biddle Sr. as Janitor Joe (as Charly Biddle)

David Gow as Cop

André Savard as Cop

Gaston Perreault as Cop

Jay Boivin as Cop

Tony Bua as Punk

Yvon Grise as Punk

Peewee Piemonte as Zombie Tony (uncredited)

The exploration of horror films from the 1980s continues with the Canadian feature Zombie Nightmare from director Jack Bravman. The cast includes Tia Carrere, Jon Miki Thor, and Shawn Levy. Oh, yeah, and Adam West!!! Holy Day Player, Batman! In this film, the zombie is resurrected by a voodoo priestess. Do we need more voodoo zombies in our horror movies? Maybe, just maybe. These particular voodoo zombies? The jury is still out. You know you want to know what the Grue-Crew thinks. Oh, yeah… that you do!

At the time of this writing, Zombie Nightmare is available to stream on the Classic Horror Movie Channel, Tubi, Night Flight (subs), Arrow (subs), and several PPV options. The film is also available as a Blu-ray disc from Code Red.

Every two weeks, Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1980s podcast will cover another horror film from the 1980s. The next episode’s film, chosen by Jeff, will be C.H.U.D. (1984). It’s sort of a PG version of Humanoids of the Deep, right? Maybe, kind of?

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans – so leave them a message or comment on the gruesome Magazine Youtube channel, on the website, or email the Decades of Horror 1980s podcast hosts at feedback@gruesomemagazine.com.

Check out this episode!

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hiii

who'd you watch for the playthrough?? im thinking about watching a playthrough of GOWR (idk how to spell the last part of it) but nobody im subbed to on youtube is playing it....

i watched penny parker (snapcube) on youtube!

this playlist includes gow 2018 as well but here u go! (link)