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whackk-kermitt · 13 days

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Can I ask a request? How would the god of war characters confess their feeling the reader, please🥺

Confessing Their Love

Genre: Headcanons

Warnings:

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Kratos

Kratos is a man of few words.

Emotions are hard.

When the day came he fully realized and accepted his growing love for you he struggled to come up with the right words to tell you.

You never knew it, but there were so many moments where he nearly said it but chickened out.

Moments while hunting, fishing, and tending to the wolves and land.

Moments when you two were alone, just talking, or saying nothing at all.

Moments spent watching you laugh and smile.

He wanted you to know but wasn't sure how to say it.

When he finally told you he loved you he didn't actually say it.

But you knew.

You knew by how he looked at you.

By how he held you.

And he knew you loved him just the same.

Atreus

Awkward and cute.

The king of stuttering and stumbling.

He'd asked his father how he and his mother took that step, hoping to glean some inspiration and courage from it.

Kratos wasn't much help.

Mimir didn't have advice suitable for a kid his age.

He planned to get you alone and basically serenade you.

But when you were face to face the adrenalin hit and he forgot everything he planned to say and do.

So he awkwardly handed you a flower and told you how nice you looked.

He was so nervous about messing it up that he was messing it up.

After a while, he realized you seemed just as nervous and you two had been dancing around it.

So he told you then that he loved you.

And when you reciprocated it he felt like he would throw up from the butterflies in his stomach.

He pitched himself.

Mimir

Before losing his body, he would've been shameless in chasing you down and swooning over you.

He'd court you and serenade you, showing you with gifts of flowers, wine, and treats so sweet.

He'd brag to anyone you had an ear about how he adored you so, even if you hadn't accepted him yet.

Afterwards. . .

The man is insecure.

How could he be your lover if he had nothing to give.

He'd wait his time until there was a moment when you two were alone.

A moment where he would confess his heart, despite not actually having one anymore.

His confession would almost feel like an apology.

Like he was becoming a burden to you like you would now have a weight on your shoulders.

But it was a weight he needed off his chest. . . metaphorically.

But then you smiled so sweetly and returned the gesture.

He thought you were making a fool of him for a moment, but only a moment.

The way you held him and pressed a kiss to his cheek told him you were honest.

He'd never been happier.

Heimdal

He wouldn't.

Not directly at least.

Not at first.

He's got an ego that won't sway even for the majesty that is you.

Instead of saying that he loves you, he'd confront that you love him first.

Teasing you for it and poking the subject until you catch on.

The first time he'd ever actually say it is after you'd begin to doubt it.

I mean, he never says it, so. . . maybe it's just pity?

How could you think that? Even if it is just a passing thought!

How could you ever think he wouldn't absolutely adore you?

Are you stupid?

So he said it.

And then again.

And again.

And every time you're alone because PDA is for losers.

If you're good enough for his picky tastes then you are worth more than anything.

You need to understand that or else.

Baldur

The man doesn't feel.

Driven mad but the numbness.

He just wants to feel the breeze in his hair, the sun on his skin.

He wants to feel the cold of the snow, and the pain of a cut.

But nothing.

His body is numb and he lives forever in agony.

Yet when he met you and knew you. . .

He can not feel his heart, even if you took a knife carved it out, and put it in his hands.

But something about you eased the madness and made him feel something again.

He wasted no time holding onto you and keeping you by him at all times.

It may not be to its fullest potential, not until the curse is broken, but he feels for you so deeply that it's borderline obsessive.

You are his and he adors you, worships you.

He will tell you he loves you just to see that smile, to feel that almost real warmth.

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I might come back and add more characters later. I got bored. NOT PROOF-READ

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spockiguess · 1 year

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Happy Birthday, Mr. President || Kratos x Fem!Reader

A/N: Kratos is seriously so fucking hot. That’s all I have to say. Also, I will be getting to those requests, fret not dear readers!

Warnings: Smut, use of terms like cunt and pussy.

Pairing: Kratos/Fem!Reader

A cozy fire burned in the hearth of Sindri’s home, casting the expansive living area in an orange glow as you worked diligently in its squat kitchen, beads of sweat already beginning to gather around your temples.

Everyone was either gone out on a mission, or in the case of Brok and Sindri, on another quest to find some elusive item that would give the weapons they worked on an extra oomph. That meant you had the entire place to yourself, and knowing it was Kratos’ birthday, you decided to bake him a cake.

Pleased with your ingenious idea, you continued to whip eggs, flour, sugar, cocoa, and other ingredients into a smooth chocolatey batter that dripped from your mixing spoon in smooth ribbons. Chocolate was always your favorite flavor, and surprisingly, Sindri had collected enough of the stuff for you to use. You wondered how he got ahold of cocoa, seeing as Midgard wasn’t exactly a tropical climate, but you decided to ignore that in favor of scooping a bit of the batter onto your finger and testing the taste. Perfect, you thought.

Setting the bowl down and greasing a pan with butter, you poured the mixture in, watching as the silky sweetness pooled, creating little hills before it melted back into itself. As you scooped the last remnants into the pan, you thought about Kratos, him being the reason you were doing this in the first place.

A memory popped into your head as you set the pan into a wooden oven; your first kiss with Kratos. It was sweet and tender, if not tentative on his part, but soon you couldn’t get enough of each other, and well, your first kiss turned into your first time with the god of war. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you remembered the details of that night, and you ached for Kratos’ presence as you set to work getting the frosting made.

Later, the heaving doors of Sindri’s home flew open, and from behind them appeared Atreus, quickly followed by Kratos. The young boy waved to you before rushing to his room, and Kratos gave you a small smile, sauntering over to the kitchen where you stood, preparing the finishing touches to Kratos’s cake.

“Okay, wait, don’t look,” You pleaded, back still turned to the man.

Kratos’ deep voice rumbled, “Mm, you intend to hide something from me?”

With a smile, you answered, “Not for long. Go sit at the table.” Kratos hummed, and you watched as he unhooked Mimir from his belt and sat the dismembered head down before pulling out a chair for himself. With an excited squeak, you held the cake and some utensils in your hands and walked to the table slowly, singing a birthday jingle.

Kratos watched intently as Mimir jested, “Oy, I wish it were my birthday!” You placed the plate on the table and studied Kratos’ expressions. The man was entirely unreadable, but finally, he spoke. “How did you know it was my birthday?” Through his thick beard, you could barely make out a smile, and you cheered, knowing you had succeeded. Sitting down on Kratos’ lap and wrapping your hands around his neck, you responded truthfully, “Mimir told me. He was talking about how young you looked compared to your real age, and it just kinda…slipped out.”

Mimir piped up, “Unintentionally!”

Ignoring him, you continued, “I didn’t know if you celebrated your birthday, but in my family, it’s a big thing. I couldn’t just let you go out and kill a bunch of monsters without at least rewarding you for making it through another year!”

Kratos all but purred, his hands coming to rest on your hips and scooting you closer to where your chests touched, and arousal panged through your system in a heartbeat. The god smiled again, much more noticeable this time, and kissed your cheek before turning to the cake.

“All for me?” You nodded, all for you. Kratos grabbed a fork and began to dig in, his voice rumbling in his throat as he savored the cake. As you sat in his arms, you watched him devour the cake in mere minutes.

You poked fun at Kratos, “I guess you were hungry?” Kratos very lightly chuckled, never one to show big emotions unless it was anger or hatred. But that’s what made you appreciate the small moments of happiness so much more. You loved that you were able to draw these long-repressed emotions from Kratos; it made you feel special.

When Kratos finished, he turned to you with a heated gaze, looking all but ready to devour you, too, when you wiped a bit of frosting from the edge of his lip and licked it from the tip of your thumb.

Kratos growled and looked to Mimir before turning back to you, “I am going to put the head away.”

“Aye, is that all I am to you, brother?” Mimir challenged as you quickly got the hint and removed yourself from the hulking figure. In a flash, Kratos grabbed Mimir, albeit a little roughly, and paced to your shared room to put him away before he was back on you.

Kratos’ hands were hungry when they grabbed the thick flesh of your ass and thrust your hips to his, “Thank you.” Kratos was a man of few words, but you knew everything he meant by saying that.

“Of course, I love you. Too much, probably,” you giggled. Kratos only sighed sweetly before meeting your lips in a fiery blaze that left you winded. The kiss was passionate and wet, every time you departed for a breath of air, a long string of saliva would connect the two of you before breaking off.

During this, Kratos made quick work of your clothing, and your cheeks heated at the fact that you were currently getting naked in the middle of Sindri’s house, where anybody could just walk in and see you two going at it. Even then, it excited you to the umpteenth degree, and you responded to Kratos’ touch greedily.

Soon, you were naked and a bit chilly from the exposure, but Kratos made sure to cover every inch of your body with his own. Kratos kissed down your neck and your chest before reaching your breasts. He marveled at them before taking a pert nipple into his mouth and sucking. You held the back of Kratos’ head as he laved at the spot before gently biting the bud, making you moan out in pleasure. Kratos hmphed a chuckle before doing the same to the other nipple.

You could already feel the wetness seeping from your core and coating the insides of your thighs when Kratos fell to his knees, almost reverentially. Quickly, you opened yourself for him, keen on letting him see what he’s done to you.

Kratos muttered only one word, “Good,” but it still made every part of you shiver in response.

Then, Kratos’ thumb came to your cunt and ran through the wetness before his other hand joined and spread you apart. You keened, needy for more of Kratos’ touch. Kratos was happy to give you more, and his mouth met your core, licking all of your juices up before finding your clit and focusing all his attention on that.

It made you moan loudly, and you hurriedly covered your mouth in fear of Atreus hearing, but Kratos didn’t stop. In fact, he went even faster as his tongue circled your clit and applied the perfect amount of pressure.

Your thighs squeezed around Kratos’ head, but he didn’t budge, instead bringing two fingers to your sopping entrance and pressing them in, meeting almost no resistance at all. Immediately, he curled them and found that spot inside of you, the one that made you throw your head back in ecstasy and forget yourself once more.

Kratos paused to hush you, only bringing a single finger to his lips before he returned to the task at hand. It wasn’t long before you started to clench around his fingers, alerting him to your impending orgasm. Kratos didn’t relent, and soon you found yourself gushing all over his mouth and hand.

Kratos hummed his approval before standing and fervently removing his pants. The sound of clinking metal excited you further before he grabbed your waist and spun you around so that you were leaning over the table and giving him perfect access to your pussy.

Once again, Kratos ran a thumb through your folds before replacing it with his thick cock. He ran the head up and down, making sure to coat it thoroughly in your juices before he thrust in.

The stretch felt like heaven as Kratos pushed into your warmth; even he couldn’t contain his noises. Eventually, the tip of Kratos’ head met your cervix, and even though there were still at least a couple more inches left, Kratos stayed there and made a mental note not to push past this point.

Then Kratos pulled back, both hands gripping your waist as he watched your body try to suck him back in, and after a moment, Kratos relented. The god was so thick and filling you could feel him in your stomach. A sick thought filled your mind, and you brought Kratos’ hand to your tummy to feel the bulge there. Kratos growled again and started a harsh pace that left you breathless.

His thrusts were so powerful that they moved the table and you by extension. You held on to the edge of the dwarven table for dear life as Kratos pounded into your tight pussy and brought his other hand to your neck. He wasn’t going to choke you, no, but he needed a better angle, an angle that would have you seeing stars. So, he pulled you by the neck so that your head was resting against his shoulder and your back was arched to meet his hammering cock.

You came almost instantaneously, the position providing perfect access to that same spot inside you, but Kratos kept at it.

The god of war snarled and watched his cock sink into you delightfully and felt his own orgasm approaching steadfastly. With you having cum twice already, Kratos felt satisfied with cumming himself.

Your heat, tightness, and wetness, all in combination caused the beast of a god to roar out and thrust into you harder before his cock spilled into you, overflowing your walls with sticky seed that spilled out and dripped onto the floor. You’d have to clean that up before Sindri came home.

Kratos kept going until he emptied all of his cum into you, watching the liquid mix with yours and coat your pussy and legs in even more wetness.

You began to whine from overstimulation, and Kratos quickly stopped. You both caught your breath as Kratos pulled out, and a heap of cum spilled from inside of you. Now you’d really have to clean that up before Sindri came home.

Weakly, you joked, “Happy birthday!” Kratos huffed a laugh before bringing you into a tight embrace.

Suddenly, the doors to the tree house swung open, and a familiar voice called out, “What the fuck!”

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #kratos #kratos x reader #god of war kratos #kratos god of war #fanfic #x reader

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glouris · 1 year

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Master post of Heimdall’s parallels and references that I managed to sniff out or delude myself into

Atreus

1. Heimdall’s neckline embroidery parallels Atreus’ arrowhead necklace.

2. Color scheme: main colors of Heimdall’s armor are white and gold, while Atreus’ aesir armor is black and silver. Their accent colors are magenta and green. Full opposites.

3. God of Mischief and Chaos / God of Foresight and Order. Full opposites again, almost countermeasures to one another. Foresight cancels out mischief, mischief cancels out order, order cancels out chaos, chaos cancels out foresight, which in turn cancels out misch– you get it.

4. Mythological Heimdall's back is always black since the ash from burning Yggdrasil is falling on him constantly. Perhaps the black leather covering GOW Heimdall’s shoulders and back + gray stains on his white tunic is a reference to that.

Even though Yggdrasil never actually burns in the games, there are bright auburn butterflies flying around its branches, almost like glowing embers. Since our good old redheaded Atreus is always the cause of everything essentially and is constantly bringing Ragnarok closer with his actions, I like to think that the butterflies are a reference both to the "Flames scorch the leaves of Yggdrasil" line from the Prophecy of Ragnarok, and to Atreus himself, since he has quite a few parallels to fire.

When Atreus was dying in the first game the world was reacting and the sky was actually burning. Ashes start to fall when he and Kratos use the rage moves; the destruction and chaos Atreus brings is easily associated with fire too (something something anD I sEe ciTes buRniNg). A rune often connected to Loki is Kenaz ( ᚲ ) which means “a torch”, or a “beacon”. The “torch” acts like a symbol of knowledge and intellect, and the rune’s meanings range from intuition, insight, cunning, and creative thinking to destruction and creation through fire. It works for Atreus perfectly.

Plus, he’s a redhead, I could have just stopped there with the fire association. I’m sure there’s more fire symbolism for Atreus in both games though.

5. While Atreus can be paralleled to fire, Heimdall is associated with water in Norse myths because of his nine mothers, who were wave goddesses. This connection can stay true in gow since nine sisters are a part of the in-game universe (more on that in a bit).

You know what the funny thing is though? Atreus and Heimdall have this fire/water thing going on, but on top of that Atreus also can’t swim. And, what he does the FIRST THING after getting into Asgard? He drowns.

6. It’s possible that ‘Son’s Path’ (Atreus’ theme) was somewhat based on 'Magni and Modi' (Heimdall’s theme). Both have the exact same rhythm in the interlude, and it feels like the leitmotif of Atreus’ theme takes the main melody from Magni and Modi and adds new notes. You can listen to the comparison here.

7. If Atreus could hear the thoughts of intelligent beings (he heard the thoughts of elves and trolls in GOW 2018) and not only the animals, then Heimdall can probably hear the thoughts of animals too. If not, both still can read minds.

8. Both are fully devoted to their fathers.

9. Heimdall and Faye’s hair are braided in a similar fashion. Atreus asked about growing his hair out in Ragnarok, I give you a 98% probability of him having the same braids as them in the next game.

10. Cat person vs dog person lol.

11. Rainbow eyes headcanon

The wolves: Garm and Fenrir, Skoll and Hati

1. Kratos’ confrontations with Heimdall and Garm go very similarly: he is put against them because of Atreus, who persuades Kratos not to kill them, attempts at pacifying them go poorly, and Kratos kills them by choking.

2. While Kratos and Atreus are chasing Garm, his appearances are followed by Atreus asking about the spear, or them discussing Heimdall - it’s a constant back and forth.

3. Garm is the only boss in the game, apart from Heimdall himself, that uses the spear as a mandatory gimmick.

4. The ‘Room with an imprisoned troll from GOW 2018’ conundrum. Atreus asks Kratos to free the troll that will attack them because he can hear his thoughts and feels sorry for him (possible Garm foreshadowing). When the fight begins ‘Magni and Modi’ starts playing out of nowhere, and you get Heimdall’s horn as a reward (possible Heimdall foreshadowing).

I was bringing up the possibility of Heimdall being imprisoned somehow too because of this weird parallel with the troll and Heimdall’s similarities with Garm - figuratively (being held up by pride, lack of doubt and remorse, being unable to change) or literally (being manipulated/brainwashed and controlled by Odin). I can’t say that it’s very plausible, since it’s unlikely that the mans coming back for this to be explored. Although, they could talk about that without him present I guess. (Still want him to be alive again Santa Monica, do something!! I’m slowly transitioning into acceptance, I don’t like it!!!!)

5. I didn’t quite get that part, but mythological Heimdall is somehow connected to reincarnation? Very questionable information (as if everything else here is not lol), please correct me if you know what this is about. If legit, then Garm/Fenrir transformation parallels it.

6. The Vanaheim episode about Skoll and Hati is right before Heimdall’s, the dread of fulfillment of the prophecy running through both events.

7. In Norse mythology Heimdall announces the coming of a new day when he’s passing the Bifrost at dawn. He caught the moon in GOW, giving him a nice and clear parallel to Hati, since they are a ‘bringer of the day’ and catching the moon is their ultimate goal. Heimdall also has sun symbols on his belt, with a flower in the center:

The sun is self-explanatory, but the flower can be a reference to Vanaheim. We have a mention of 9 sisters of Vanaheim, and since no 9 sisters other than Heimdall’s mothers are mentioned in Norse Mythology, Heimdall is probably part Vanir in GOW, like Baldur.

And well, sun symbol (day) + flower symbol (Vanaheim) = Hati.

Also, if you look at the hilt of Heimdall’s sword from different angles the golden cross ornament shifts into a diamond shape. Almost like the Asgard rune turning into the Vanaheim rune:

Fight with Heimdall (and his subsequent death) happens right after you summon Skoll to bring the night and clear a path into Heimdall’s boss arena. Hod (Hodur) is the god that represents night in Norse mythology, who accidentally kills Baldur with mistletoe as a result of Loki’s trickery. Since he’s nowhere to be seen in GOW, the accident with the mistletoe arrow (that’s 'straighter than Heimdall' while being all squiggly and spirally - never let them forget that this man is a fruit) is caused by Atreus himself. The eclipse and the night in Vanaheim, the Fimbulwinter, Ragnarok and other stuff you can give the ‘night/darkness’ allegory to, are all ultimately caused by Atreus as well. I think it’s safe to parallel him to Skoll, who’s the ‘bringer of the night’.

One can argue that since Kratos killed Baldur he’s supposed to be the 'bringer of the night', but I think the initial cause is more important for this particular allegory. Skoll doesn’t kill Heimdall after all, he’s leading Kratos to this path - like Atreus. You know?

Concluding all that and circling back, Heimdall's the one stealing away the moon, bringing day, and Atreus' the one putting it back on the sky and chasing away the sun, brining night. It's clear-cut. Somewhat.

Kratos

1. Kratos: Athena’s follower, who is a god of wisdom that was using Kratos; Athena got to the higher plane of existence after death.

Heimdall: Odin’s follower, who is a god of wisdom that was using Heimdall; Odin was obsessed with finding out what follows after death through a tear in reality that most likely leads to the higher plane of existence.

2. I think the bearded man with a horn on the murals on the realm towers everyone thought to be Heimdall is actually Kratos.

3. A redhead probably said ‘I can fix him’ about them at some point.

Angrboda

1. They act like guides to their respectable realms for Atreus - they meet him when he arrives, give him exposition, and a nice ride on an animal with horns. Could have opened the best travel agency in all of the 9 realms.

2. Their parts on Atreus’ mural are side by side, mirroring each other.

3. Foresight powers.

4. Similar magic. Angrboda mentioned that Vanir learned their magic from the Giants; Freya’s sigil arrows and Angrboda’s runic stones have the same use in combat - exploding on contact with elements (Freya’s sigils), or arrows (Angrboda’s runic stones).

Something that does this as well is Bifrost - after it’s been applied it will explode on the next contact too. Not to mention, sigils, runic stones, Bifrost - all are purple, with some of the effects having the exact same hue. Something that looks similar to all this as well are Wight and Wisps, the Bifrost ones. Also, Angrboda’s falcon summon has a rainbow effect.

This type of Giant/Vanir magic is focused on using the runes. As the runes come from the Well of Urd, they are connected to Yggdrasil, which grows from the Well. Yggdrasil is in turn related to Bifrost, connecting all the elements together. That’s why the Giant/Vanir runic magic and Bifrost conjuration are so similar - their sources are intertwined.

Various aesir

Some of the parallels between Heimdall and aesir that die for Odin point at him being just as expandable, despite being so loyal:

- his eyes being the same as regular asgardian soldiers, even with his special connection to Bifrost;

- the pattern around his neck being a parallel to Baldur’s mistletoe;

- his theme being a rework of ‘Magni and Modi';

- him being ended with a spear, just as Thor was.

#will be updating if i find or remember something else #i really like foils #god of war ragnarok #god of war #god of war spoilers #god of war ragnarok spoilers #spoilers #heimdall #atreus #kratos #angrboda #odin #the art is subjective and i am commited to being a bit unwell

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coloricioso · 10 months

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Cassandra and Agamemnon master post

This post will be an index for most of my Cassandra x Agamemnon content.

Infographics

Text posts

Comic posts

Picture posts

Memes

Others

INFOGRAPHIC:

Timeline of Agamemnon and Cassandra's sources

TEXT:

About my Cassandra novel

About my Cassandra novel -her role as priestess-

Why I "ship" Cassandra and Agamemnon (short "essay").

Handling of concubinage, slavery, and other topics (short "essay")

Concubinage, marriage to death, and other topics (short post)

About Swans and love. Cassandra and Agamemnon's iconography (short essay)

About Cassandra and Agamemnon's hero religious worshipping 1

About Cassandra and Agamemnon's hero religious worshipping 2

On Agamemnon's being misjudged

Sources for The House of Atreus

About Cassandra and her relationship with the goddesses

About Cassandra being cursed

About Cassandra and Mycenaean fashion 1

About Cassandra and Mycenaean fashion 2

The iconography of Cassandra's assault by Ajax

Cassandra's assault by Ajax sources and others

About Achilles

Clytemnestra not being a feminist icon

Complaint on retellings' double standards

Criticism of modern retellings 1 - 2 -

Modern AU of Cassandra and Agamemnon

Cassandra and Agamemnon headcanons 1

Cassandra and Agamemnon headcanons 2

COMIC POSTS

Agamemnon's death (sad comic)

Cassandra and Agamemnon's meeting after Troy's fall

Agamemnon praising Cassandra's beauty

Agamemnon praising Cassandra's bravery

Cassandra remembering Troy (sad comic)

Iphigenia and Agamemnon

PICTURE POSTS

Agamemnon and Cassandra fancast

Marriage to death - Illustration

Cassandra and Agamemnon, priestess and warrior - Illustration

Agamemnon and Cassandra - Illustration

Cassandra and Agamemnon portrait Illustration

Butterflies - Illustrations

Gouache drawing - Illustration

Cassandra as priestess - Illustration

Cassandra as a child

Agamemnon and Cassandra meeting -drawing only-

Agamemnon and Cassandra meeting drawing + writing

Aesthetic post of Cassandra based on Florence + The Machine

Aesthetic Snow on the Beach

Cassandra and Agamemnon in Disney style 1

Cassandra and Agamemnon in Disney style 2

Process of writing my Cassandra novel NaNoWriMo

Agamemnon sketch

Agamemnon and Cassandra kissing

Agamemnon sketch, AgamemnonxCassandra

Agamemnon and Cassandra in bed sketch

Cassandra priestess and Agamemnon sketch

Reconstruction of vase fragment where Cassandra attacks Ajax (parody)

Agamemnon saving Orestes

Agamemnon, Cassandra and their babies Teledamus and Pelops

Agamemnon, Cassandra and their babies 2

Cassandra craving revenge -silly comic-

Cassandra hugging Agamemnon - cute

Cassandra and Agamemnon ghibli sytle

MEMES / silly comics

Smelly - good smell meme

Agamemnon and Cassandra cupcakes

Agamemnon and Cassandra beautiful x loser meme

Agamemnon and Cassandra curious x admirer meme

Cassandra's moods -silly comic-

Euripides' Hecuba parody comic

Cassandra virgin mirror

Agamemnon and Cassandra's different POVs comic

Barbie meme

Agamemnon and Cassandra in kigurumi

#this is on progress!!#still building it #cassandra #agamemnon #cassandra x agamemnon

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stupidrant · 6 months

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angrboda has such a gorgeous voice. i mean, the way she calls on jalla??? hello??? that's why in a modern AU i like to think her being a famous singer PLUS a painter. this barbie can do it all, you know! oh and atreus can be... since he's super athletic i'm stuck between an olympic gold medalist (representing norway because he's born there) or maybe in the NBA 🏀 because he's tall as fuck. also because i got reminded of the post-game interview with stephen curry and his daughter riley - so imagine atreus and little hela together and i'm soft 🥺 uwuuu

i always thought she freya and kratos had the most melodic voices in the game and i honestly wanna hear them sing a song together LOL they could be a band omggg i headcanon that angrboda would be a artist or fashion girlie and i realllly think she'd focus alot into the coquette/boho chic style the most and making people look angelic (i mean look at her shes a fairy princess) i also think her go-to hairstyle would be butterfly locs (or how laya's hair is rn which i love) and actually i didnt even think about it but atreus would probably be a sporty dude and i think the best part for him would be traveling the world 🥺 hel with him just makes him even more determined to win a game he cannot slack with his baby girl around 😂

#atreus #angrboda #atreboda #asks #angrboda appreciation

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storiedhistories · 1 year

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This probably doesn't come as a surprise, but I'm still on a bit of a hiatus, at this point. I'm trying to focus more on revamping and getting things all cleaned up while I'm not doing writing things, and to that end, below the readmore is an updated list of muses, since my current information is very out of date.

Current muses by franchise:

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA William Adama Karl C. Agathon

CRITICAL ROLE Caleb Widogast Essek Thelyss Grog Strongjaw Keyleth of the Air Ashari Lady Kima of Vord Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III Vax'ildan Zahra Hydris

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN Hank Anderson

DOCTOR WHO The Doctor (Nine) Madame Vastra

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST Alexander Louis Armstrong Sig Curtis Envy Solf J. Kimblee Roy Mustang

GAME OF THRONES Brienne of Tarth Tyrion Lannister

GARGOYLES Brooklyn Goliath Hudson (with Bronx as NPC) Macbeth

GOD OF WAR Atreus Brok Faye Freyr Kratos Mimir Odin Sindri Thor

GOOD OMENS Anthony J. Crowley

KILL LA KILL Satsuki Kiryuin Senketsu

THE LAST OF US Joel Miller

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG Adrien Agreste / Chat Noir Alya Cesaire Gabriel Agreste / Hawk Moth Luka Couffaine Tom Dupain

HADESTOWN/MYTHOS/PERCY JACKSON Hades Hazel Levesque Kronos Orpheus Thalia Grace Will Solace

STAR VS. THE FORCES OF EVIL Globgor Moon Butterfly River Butterfly Tom Lucitor

SUCKER PUNCH Sweet Pea

X-MEN Remy LeBeau

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS Irithiel Galanodel (D&D) Vanessa Hunter (Monster of the Week)

#�� General || OOC ✦ Malaprops: of or concerning Mal / in an inopportune way #✦ General || PSA ✦ Extra! Extra! Read all about it!#[this looks SUPER LONG when it's all listed out like that without any columns or anything]#[but yeah; I wanted to at least put this out there since I keep going 'oh yeah I have xyz person' but the info wasn't actually anywhere]

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absintheanflare · 2 years

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What's that huge butterfly behind Alder's design? Is that part of the hat?

oh, this was sent to the wrong blog, but i'll answer it here anyways and reblog it over there (@absintheancandle)

it's a parasol! it's.. not too obvious, in the posing i gave. i was actually planning on posting the version of him without the parasol, but i forgot! whoops. anyways i'll put it here;

also, his design is somewhat based off the Magnificent Owl butterfly!

(img src. Ryan Fessenden, Florida Museum)

it's really only a loose association, but i do think it's a beautiful butterfly. also funnily enough it's called a Caligo atreus, which i genuinely did not know prior to making this guy.

butterfly-themed contract with caligo given the caligo butterfly. my god

#answered

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froppy-butterflyfan2000 · 1 year

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The first artwork of the Citadel of Starbulus. There is a race track for the Starbulus children to race each others on a warnicorns, that they raise in a ranch outside the citadel. There is also a rock and crystal museum that is mentioned by Oscar. Some of the items have magical properties.

The concept of the Citadel of Starbulus or Starbulus Club are made by @mokstagger and @tolstolobik.

Oscar Butterfly belongs to @skullsenpai.

Nightmare Butterfly belongs to @lloydicnakydrawingofficiel.

Rhombina Butterfly belongs to @mokstagger.

Atreus Butterfly belongs to me.

#starbulus #oscar butterfly #nightmare butterfly #rhombina butterfly #atreus butterfly #Citadel of Starbulus #svtfoe metaverse #Starbulus Club

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s-partan · 1 year

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𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃, they are happy, even if not bound by blood. in our war god's eyes they trained, played, survived & flourished forevermore; to see them blossom was a father’s most heart warming gift. thus in this play of make belief, kratos watched as his sons ventured deeper & deeper into the wood’s open maw, yet his own pace was slow. no matter how hard he attempted, he could not catch on & such an event brought on encroaching anxiety.

atreus & min-jun were now gone from sight, somewhere out there. they had disappeared into the thickness of the forest, between overgrown shrubs & uncomfortable lack of wildlife. it is when kratos noticed a trail of blood ‘pon the snow that his heart sank, forcing the constraints once holding him to disappear. ❝ atreus! ❞ he bellowed, quickly closing in to the trail. ❝ min-jun! answer me! ❞ he shouted once more, loud enough for it to heard like a war drum. he feared the worst, he did not wish to face it.

suddenly it all changed: he was no longer standing on a forest, he was kneeling down on the edge of a snow covered cliff. in each arm of his they laid, tucked in, & sleeping. a wave of relief washed over him at first, yet fate did not deem it fit to end its cruel joke there. our deity of war’s eyes widened in confusion; atreus, min-jun, their eyes were open, yet their reflective surfaces had grown dull.

strength flees, the heart quickens. hands capable of bringing an entire line of gods down quaked whilst the jaw quivered, his breath had been stolen & the longer he stared, the more he felt himself die. ❝ no. . . ❞ stricken by paralyzing disbelief, kratos gently shaked his head in denial, forgetting the very cold winter’s kiss blowing over midgard. ❝ no . . . ❞ the tremors which overtook his hands grew wilder & wilder, ‘till both his cubs slowly dispersed to join the lake of souls — he. was. broken.

❝ NO! ❞ without hope to cling on, his grasp chased after the glimmering butterflies as their souls flew away. it is in that moment that he realized that he was actually sitting, home, sat affront his newest child. the hand which sought out the souls laid resting on min - jun’s shoulder in defeat. that horrendous dream had shattered his soul if just for a moment, so for now? kratos allowed his son to comfort him, while his fearful gaze lowered to the timbered floor bellow. may the fates never do such a thing, for the vengeance of a wronged father could undo the world itself.

Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 : @s-talking

#s-talking #Ω 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 | answer #Ω 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 | ic #never take away the only thing he cherishes the most #he is tired #let him feel proud of something

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