I pictured a reimagining/crossover mashup between the GOW franchise and Jeff Smith's Bone comic franchise.
I've imagined the scrapped concept of Kratos having blue tattoos and he has all of Fone Bone's personality traits such as being dependable, resourceful, polite, friendly and even forgiving. But he still has his years of combat/battle/killing experiences and hides a more jaded and hardened side of him as a result. He'll also has no qualms with pulling off brutal murders like original but they are done under more heroic circumstances. He did have red tattoos once but they turned blue while his skinned also became white. This happened after Kratos found the golden fleece inside Pandora's box, with pandora's soul trapped inside the fleece and her soul is imbued by the flame of Olympus/power of hope. Kratos is also not a demigod, he's a full on mortal and he transcends all by himself.
Thorn Harvistar is now Lysandra Harvistar but the name Thorn can her nickname/undercover name. Her story is pretty much the same but the Valley setting in the Bone series is reimagined as Greece itself. The stories of the first 9 Bone books and the stories of the entire greek saga are all presented, just rewritten a bit so that they are told coherently in one long arc.
The "lord of the locusts" character, the "evils" inside pandora's box, the chaos entity, and Thanatos, the god of death, are all rolled into one, and Thanatos is the main antagonist of the greek saga.
By the time of Thanatos' death after the entire Greco-Roman Pantheon was destroyed, the world was actually saved, Pandora's soul is released and hope is spread throughout Greece. But Pandora informs him that Kratos's release of the "evils" have infected and corrupted all other Pantheons in the world and the world will soon revert into chaos, so for the world to be saved, all pantheons and belief systems need to be destroyed and Kratos is the only one who can do it.
Pandora gives him a very tough choice, spend the quality time with his loved ones before the apocalypse arrives, or he leaves everything behind to destroy all belief systems in order to save the world. This choice is made even tougher when another decision is forced on him between going home to his two brothers or staying beside Thorn, wed her, and rule with her. He ultimately chooses the mission. Fortunately, at one point, Kratos and Lysandra conceive a child, an heir, which is later reveled to be a daughter and was named Calliope. Kratos's family still lives but it's unclear if he'd ever see them again.
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characters without propaganda
most characters in the bracket have propaganda, here are the ones without any if anyone wants to submit some! propaganda can be submitted at any point during the tournament both for characters that don't have or already have propaganda
Bones (Johannes Cabal the Necromancer)
Bone (One Punch Man)
Bone Ravage (Fortnite)
Death (The Arcana)
Death the Kid (Soul Eater)
Dry Bones (Mario)
Dry Bowser (Mario)
Ebisu (Dorohedoro)
Immortan Joe (Mad Max Fury Road)
Fone Bone (Bone)
King (The Owl House)
Lady Micte (Maya and the Three)
Mamá Imelda (Coco)
Morgo (Little Misfortune)
Nuckelavee (RWBY)
Phoncible P. "Phoney" Bone (Bone)
Skully (Scary Godmother)
SkullMan.exe (Mega Man)
Smiley Bone (Bone)
The Hound (RWBY)
Undertaker (Black Butler)
Zenon Zogratis (Black Clover)
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All the Clace kisses in the TMI graphic novels so far
Greenhouse Kiss in City of Bones
It was at first almost as if he hadn’t wanted to kiss her: His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he put both arms around her and pulled her against him. His lips softened. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, taste the sweetness of apples still on his mouth. She wound her hands into his hair, as she’d wanted to do since the first time she’d seen him. His hair curled around her fingers, silky and fine. Her heart was hammering, and there was a rushing sound in her ears, like beating wings— —City of Bones, Clary’s POV
And he was astonished. He didn’t work like this; his body didn’t do things without his permission. It was his instrument as much as the piano, and he has always been in perfect command of it. But she tasted sweet, like apples and sugar, and her body in his arms was trembling. She was so small; his arms went around her, to steady her, and he was lost. He understood suddenly why kisses in movies were filmed the way they were, with the camera endlessly circling, circling: the ground was unsteady under his feet and he clung to her, small as she was, as if she could hold him up. —City of Bones, When Midnight Comes, Jace’s POV
Seelie Court Kiss in City of Ashes
She felt the brush of his lips, light at first, and her own opened automatically beneath the pressure. Almost against her will she felt herself go fluid and pliant, stretching upward to twine her arms around his neck the way that a sunflower twists toward light. His arms slid around her, his hands knotting in her hair, and the kiss stopped being gentle and became fierce, all in a single moment like tinder flaring into a blaze. Clary heard a sound like a sigh rush through the Court, all around them, a wave of noise, but it meant nothing, was lost in the rush of her blood through her veins, the dizzying sense of weightlessness in her body. —City of Ashes, Clary’s POV
His mouth came down on hers. And that was it. All the self-control he’d exerted over the past weeks went, like water crashing through a broken dam. Her arms came up around his neck and he pulled her against him, and she was soft and pliant but surprisingly strong like no one else he’d ever held. His hands flattened against her back, pressing her against him, and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her. He flicked his tongue along her lips, opening her mouth under his, and she tasted salt and sweet like faerie water. He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud: I love you; I love you and I don’t care that you’re my sister; don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don’t know how to be without you. —City of Ashes, Because It Is Bitter, Jace’s POV
Wayland Manor Kiss in City of Glass
But she had reached up and pulled him down to her, and the rest of his words were lost against her mouth. He kissed her gently, carefully, but it wasn’t gentleness she wanted, not now, not after all this time, and she knotted her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled her, gathering her against him, and they rolled over on the grass, tangled together, still kissing. There were rocks digging into Clary’s back, and her shoulder ached where she’d fallen from the window, but she didn’t care. All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered. —City of Glass, Clary’s POV
And he kissed her. Gently at first, testing, but suddenly her hands were fists in the back of his shirt, and her softness was pressed against his chest and he felt the solid earth give way under him as he fell. He was kissing her the way he’d always wanted to, with a wild and total abandon, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth to duel with hers, and she was just as bold as he was, tasting him, exploring his mouth. He reached for the buttons of her coat just as she bit lightly at his lower lip and his whole body jerked. —City of Glass, Wayland Manor kiss Scene, Jace’s POV
Hall of Accords Stairs Scene in City of Glass
For a split second longer she stood motionless. Then, somehow, she had caught at the front of his shirt and pulled him toward her. His arms went around her, lifting her almost out of her sandals, and then he was kissing her—or she was kissing him, she wasn’t sure, and it didn’t matter. The feel of his mouth on hers was electric; her hands gripped his arms, pulling him hard against her. The feel of his heart pounding through his shirt made her dizzy with joy. No one else’s heart beat like Jace’s did, or ever could.
He let her go at last and she gasped—she’d forgotten to breathe. He cupped her face between his hands, tracing the curve of her cheekbones with his fingers. The light was back in his eyes, as bright as it had been by the lake, but now there was a wicked sparkle to it. “There,” he said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it, even though it wasn’t forbidden?” —City of Glass
Bestie, ask and you shall receive @vickchan2 😌 I know you only asked for the Wayland Manor kiss but what can I tell you? I’m too extra when it comes to Clace 💕
Btw I need to say that we were ROBBED of the Wayland Manor makeout scene rolling around in the grass and everything 😭😤 also from the kiss in the Hall stairs!! 😭😭
Art by Cassie Jean 🌻
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