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To grieve deeply

is to have loved fully

The Kiss

GOD OF WAR: RAGNAROK November 9, 2022

I like how much atreus takes after faye

A WIP of little Jötunns hanging out that I don’t know when it will be finished

and a sketch of Faye when she was “The last guardian of the Jötnar”

Mother and Child

God of Learning

the bear that keeps to his own line, the wolf that seeks always his own kind. — ‘blood upon the snow’ by hozier i ADORE god of war series, i just can’t get enough of these dudes!! 

Since I wrote Darksiders/League of Legends crossovers featuring Death, War, and Strife, so figured I might as well make one featuring Fury. And the one LoL character for her to interact with that came to mind was Pantheon. Why not?

It would be set after Ds3, Fury and the group of humans she is now acting as protector of ending up on Runeterra. Just noticed a lot of my LoL crossovers feature characters ending up on Runeterra. A LOT.

Anyways! Here it is! The first couple paragraphs of "Unbreakable Spear of Humanity."

Through the portal as the Destroyer descended upon the Maker’s Tree Fury went. To where she would soon find out, alongside the rest of Humanity.

They would all appear soon nearest a grand mountain somewhere very Earth-like, filled to the brim with magic. Magic was everywhere on Earth, but wherever they were was bursting with it. In the distance was a great battle, many colors clashing together. Using her magic, Fury saw closer, seeing a battle between essentially powerful people. She could tell whoever was battling were human, maybe even superhuman. 

Deciding that they needed to get moving, it was just a matter of up or down the mountain. Upwards looked promising but so did downwards. Treacherous either way as well. Knowing she needed to make a decision, downwards it was. Fury had climbed up and down many mountains, and so it seemed many of the humans alongside her did as well. Guess the premature apocalypse was just what got them all to start learning. 

Making it the bottom by nightfall, all set up camp. It was as all of them were getting ready to sleep that something fell from the sky. NO, not something. Someone. Expecting potentially one of her brothers, Fury would see someone unfamiliar. He seemed dressed like a Greek warrior, carrying a golden shield, pulling a golden spear out of the ground. Getting up to stand at his full height, the man walked out of the crater, surprised to see a human camp. Not just the camp, but the camp’s protector as well. Fury took a battle-ready stance, unsure of whether he would be friend or foe.

In turn, the man took his own battle-ready stance. He was only returning the gesture, unsure of if Humanity’s protector was just that. Fury had learned much over her journey on Earth, and part of that was when to fight and when to talk. Moving her hand away from her whip, the female Horseman would put her hands up placatingly

“Easy. I mean you no harm.” Fury said, doing her best to sound unthreatening.

“That may be but I trust no gods.” replied the man, him having already sensed that Fury is anything but human.

“I am no god. I am Fury, and I am taking on the role of Humanity’s protector.” responded Fury.

“Hrmm. Why?”

“Someone has to.”

The man was silent at that, contemplating her words. Determining if he believed them or not. He slammed the tip of his spear into the ground, he would pull his helmet off, revealing the face of a handsome man, he would then hang his helmet on the butt of his spear and take a seat. If he wanted to determine if Fury’s words were true or not, what better way than to take up residence in the camp itself.

It's take your kid to work day

freedom. | surviving fimbulwinter [I]

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young adult!atreus x reader

-> synopsis: The only times you had ever experienced adventure was through your books. It was hard to live an exciting life while trapped in Alfheim.

You know you're meant for something greater than wasting away underground.

[loosely based on the events of Gow: Ragnarok]

-> chapter warnings: all chapters may contain spoilers, violence, sparring, cursing

You sat on the couch, pouting and pressing a chunk of ice against the side of your thigh. One of the dwarves— Sindri, you learned— paced back and forth in front of you.

"You better hope that doesn't get infected! None of us have any knowledge of healing, though we could make you a prosthetic should your leg rot off—" Sindri rambled.

"Ew, can we not?" You cringed at the thought, "It's already bad enough I literally got stabbed, I don't want to imagine any worse right now."

"Well, you shouldn't be sneakin' up on people!" The blue dwarf— Brok— huffed from his workbench.

"I said I was sorry! I forgot I was invisible."

"A likely excuse."

You threw a glare towards Brok, who definitely was choosing to clean off his knife in front of you on purpose. Sindri, on the other hand, had chosen to make his way back to the large cauldron beside the fireplace. He grabbed the ladle and stirred before stoking the fire.

"In any case, Kratos and Atreus should be back soon. They went out to collect supplies before they leave tomorrow, so once they're back we can all have a nice talk."

"Yeah, about how the Hel you appeared out of nowhere, and how you think it's acceptable to scare the Tatzelwurms out of us."

A few hours had passed, and you were still icing your leg. You'd just started a new book, Rare Fighting Spells, when the front door seemed to throw itself open. You jumped, watching as an incredibly muscular man walk through the door. Behind him was a boy, possibly close to your age. This must be the two Sindri was talking about.

They both eyed you, taking their things to Brok to mess with.

Sindri clapped his hands together, "Wonderful, everyone's here! It's time for dinner!"

———

To say dinner was awkward would be the understatement of the year.

You all ate silently— everyone sneaking glances at you while you tried to think of how to introduce yourself. Eventually, you coughed and sat up straight, putting down your spoon. Everyone else followed.

"I suppose I need to speak."

Brok huffed out a “You think?”, earning a side-eye and a kick under the table.

"My name is Y/N, and I just escaped from Alfheim. I don't know how I successfully got here, but Brok and Sindri found me. And then stabbed me—"

"You scared me!"

"—I did. But thank you guys for saving me." You tried to smile at them, but it was more of a grimace. "Any questions?"

"Lass, why were you in Alfheim in the first place? Don't you know there's a war going on?" The decapitated head asked with an accent way stronger than what you were expecting.

"I- uh, lived there?" You felt weird talking to it, "My father is a Dark Elf. My mother is mortal, but she died when I was born. Before the war, my father hid me underground, away from the other Elves. They hated me because I didn't look like them. Eventually, when the Elves began using the Light of Alfheim and all of the Dark Elves went underground, I was trapped even further and locked in my room.” You sighed, folding your hands on the table and gathering the courage to continue.

“Today, I decided I wanted to get out, so I learned a spell to make myself invisible and escaped. The Mystic Gateway was broken, and I tried for a while to fix it, but it wasn't working. That's when it started to fix itself, and Brok and Sindri opened it up from the other side. I snuck inside, and went to talk to them, but I forgot I was invisible, and— yeah. You get the rest."

The head hummed. You were sure if he could nod, he would. "I see. I'd heard a rumor once from Alfheim about a mixed breed, but you know those Elves. Squashed the rumor quick. They don't like anyone getting involved in their business. I suppose the rumors are true, then.”

You agreed, taking a sip of water from your cup. "I'm sorry to intrude, I just saw an escape and went for it."

"What's your plan now?" Sindri asked.

"I wanted to explore the realms, but I guess with the Gateways being broken I'll have to wait. Maybe I'll find a way to Midgard and build a life there—"

"You could come with us!"

"Atreus."

The boy who offered, Atreus, slumped down for a moment, only to perk back up quickly. "Father, c'mon. Y/N wants to see the world, we could use another helping hand, why not?"

"We do not need another helping hand." His father seemed to mock, "We are fine the way we are. How do you know she could even help?"

"I could spar with her? And you watch?" Atreus offered, looking at you for approval. You, on the other hand, were just confused.

People just fought for fun? You were always told it was solely for your survival. That's why your father never trained you as much as you asked. If you were to spar against this boy, you'd for sure lose. You secretly hoped his father would say no, but he huffed and stood from the table.

"Meet me outside."

You watched him leave the house with wide eyes, and once the door closed you turned back to Atreus. "Dude, what? Why would you do that?"

"Uh, because it would be cool if you came with us?" He quirked an eyebrow, seeing nothing wrong.

"I haven't fought in Hel knows how long. I'm going to embarrass myself—"

"Kratos doesn't expect perfection." Sindri tried to reassure you, "But if you show promise and try your hardest, I bet he'll be a lot more lenient than you think. Especially if Atreus is nagging him."

"I don't nag him!" Atreus argued, standing from the table. You followed.

"What do you call it? Wearing him down?" Brok cackled as Atreus led you outside where Kratos was waiting.

———

"Ready, go!"

Atreus ran at you first, swinging at you with the wooden part of his bow. You stepped back a few times before rolling to his side and landing your foot into his ribs. He stumbled and coughed for a second, but recovered quickly as he notched an arrow.

In return, you grabbed your spear that all Dark Elves use for combat and aimed it towards him. As Atreus shot his arrow, you retaliated by shooting a small energy beam out of the spear, burning his arrow in its path.

You hadn't used the spear in ages— since your father quit teaching you— so you felt a bit rusty. Nevertheless, you couldn't let that trip you up.

You didn't want to hurt him, so you charged at Atreus with the non-sharp side of the spear. Atreus used his bow to block, and you were left pushing against the wood in a battle of strength.

Atreus was stronger, eventually shoving against you and forcing you back. He notched three arrows at once, unleashing them as you sidestepped two of them. The third grazed your bicep, but you couldn't even feel it with the adrenaline in your veins.

Being part Dark Elf gave you a lot of agility, and even without wings it felt like you were flying at times. You hated to admit that you were enjoying fighting— it gave you a feeling of freedom you'd never had before.

You jumped back, away from your opponent, and cast your spear out in front of you. Red spots began to appear on the ground around Atreus, and one by one they began to detonate. Bright light surrounded the outside, blinding those who looked too hard. While Atreus was weak, you took the advantage.

Quickly, you charged again, sticking your spear between the wood and string of Atreus's bow and throwing them both to the side. Atreus barely recovered enough to block your fist, his forearm pushing it down before trying to retaliate with a hit of his own.

He landed the hit on your jaw, but you couldn't flinch. Not in the middle of a fight. You jumped back again, waiting for him to charge. He did, and you were able to initiate your plan.

You swept your leg out, taking his own out from under him. Atreus gasped and fell forward, knocking you down in the process. You yelped, the weight of the boy on your stab wound becoming incredibly painful.

"Alright, truce! Ouch—" You rubbed your leg as Atreus got up, holding his hand out for you. You took it and he helped you stand.

"Y/N," Atreus began, "That was so cool! Your powers are just like a Dark Elf's, you even have the spear—"

"Enough." Kratos silenced him, walking up to you and sizing you up. He towered over you and quite frankly, it was very intimidating. You were already shorter than Atreus, you didn't need to feel any smaller.

Kratos stayed quiet for a while, seemingly weighing his options and looking back and forth between you and his son. "We leave tomorrow morning. Decide whether you are coming or not." 

You and Atreus watched as he disappeared back into the house, before looking back at each other.

"Did you hear that? You can come!" Atreus grinned at you, "We'll have to pack you some supplies, and get a bed for you here— there aren't any extra rooms, but my bed is small so we could put another one in my room! That is— if you're okay with that, of course. Nords, this is great."

You couldn't help but smile at Atreus's enthusiasm. It had been a very long time since you'd been around someone so positive— since you and Fritjof were young.

The thought of Fritjof make your heart feel heavy, but you brushed it off and paid attention to Atreus. Because of him, you'd finally get to experience the Nine Realms. "I can't wait.”

By the time you and Atreus made it back inside, the dinner table was already cleaned and Sindri was walking by with a blanket in his arms.

"Ah, there you are." He approached you and held out the blanket for you to take. "We made you a bed, but you don't have your own room. Not yet anyways, but if you wanted one I'm sure we could do it. Anyways, you'll be staying with Atreus, and we'll pack you a bag for tomorrow with all your stuff and more. If there's anything else you need, give us a call."

You were stunned. Never before had some random strangers shown you so much kindness. It was enough to make your eyes water a bit. "Sindri, thank you." You held the blanket to your chest. "Honestly. That all means a lot. I should be alright, thanks to you all."

Sindri's eyes softened at you, "Of course."

You turned to Atreus, following his lead as he heads to his room. It's small, but enough to fit two one-person beds on opposite sides of the walls.

You sat on one of the beds, slightly bouncing on it to test its comfort. Acceptable.

Atreus, taking the other bed, set his weapon down beside it before laying down and staring up at the ceiling. It was quiet for a moment, and you began taking your shoes off to lay in the bed.

"Was it hard?"

You paused. "Was what hard?"

"Leaving." Atreus turned to his side, facing you. "Leaving your father and everything you'd ever known."

"Well, all I'd ever known was the same four walls of my room." You laughed dryly. "I left my father and one friend, but my father didn't seem to care for me too much and my friend had just betrayed me when I left."

"They did?" Atreus propped his head up, more interested in the conversation.

"Uh, yeah." You shrugged, getting under your own blankets and facing him. "Didn't approve of me wanting to leave. They all thought me hiding away was for my own good, but I'd been trapped there for 19 years. My entire life. I couldn't stay forever."

"19 years." Atreus mumbled, then said louder, "I'm older than you."

You couldn't help the grin that came across your face, and you rolled your eyes. "What, by like a month?"

"Nope," He popped the 'p', "I'm 20. Though father sometimes thinks I'm still 12."

"Dads, huh?" You joked, "I think they just want to protect us from how harsh the world is. No matter how much we disagree."

"You have no idea." Atreus agreed, "I love him, I just wish he'd let me do more. At least now I don't have to hide too much from him, since I convinced him to let us search for Tyr tomorrow."

"Tyr?" Your eyebrows furrowed, "Tyr's dead. I read about his entire story not too long ago.”

"I don't think so! I saw it in a prophecy— Tyr is leading an army against the Aesir during Ragnarok. Since Fimbulwinter is happening, that means Ragnarok will soon. There's no way he's dead if he's leading an army in the future." Atreus explained, "That's why we're going to find him. We're heading to a city in Svartalfheim tomorrow to talk to someone Brok and Sindri recommended. They said he might know where Tyr is."

You shook your head. "Wow. That is... a lot." You yawned, trying to hide it. You were still interested in the conversation, but today's events were wore you down.

"Isn't it? I'm excited." Atreus yawned as well, "The only way it'll come quicker is if we're asleep when time passes. Let's go to bed."

"Yeah. Goodnight, Atreus."

"Goodnight, Y/N-" Atreus began, but you were already knocked out. He smiled slightly to himself, secretly glad to finally have a companion his age join the group. All of the adult nonsense got tiring.

Taking one last glance as you slept, Atreus turned around in his own bed and fell asleep.

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Wallpapers from The Art of God of War - Part 2

“Father and Son” : God of War Ragnarök ( 11.09.2022 )

I've been weirdly invested in GOW recently, and kinda have a weird fanfiction-y idea for the next game.

What if after GOW 3, where Kratos kills Hades and all the souls of the underworld escape, what if Calliope, Kratos' daughter, manages to escape and is taken under the wing of one of the few Greek gods that haven't died (Artemis is the one I go to the most).

Calliope is raised to be a warrior/fighter and most likely ends up in Egypt. Perhaps Kratos learns this and him and Atreus goes to Egypt to find her and the Egyptian gods, after hearing the fall of the Greek & Norse Pantheons, don't take it well.

IDK, I know that most likely Egypt is next in GOW and I feel like Santa Monica are gonna have to expand the GOW protagonist to others besides Kratos (Already doing so with Atreus).

I probably just want a warrior lady in the next game and I kinda want to see Calliope after Chains of Olympus.

After Kratos almost kills Atreus when he's in bear form and the dialogue of Atreus wanting to learn the Lyre, I kinda wonder how often Kratos sees Calliope in Atreus.

Calliope and Atreus are both shown to be compassionate, but often naive kids.

Both were born sick and protected by Kratos despite it going against how he was raised.

Both have artistic abilities, Calliope's flute and Atreus drawings.

Kratos sounded so surprised when Atreus asked if he could learn the lyre.

I don't know, this all stemmed from a scene in my head of Kratos looking at Atreus and kinda realizing that he's 'older' than Calliope now.

Sketches ^^

i was in a road and now im living in a hotel and don't have the opportunity to work normally so here's some traditional sketches for you. Im sorry i think everything should work out in a day or two(((

and atreus with his dad

"lil bit of this lil bit of that" ahhh post

and im really sorry as i said it will only take this week (maybe two more days after if nothing works out). I hope everything turns out well and no one kills me until Sunday ☺️

BOY 

This for when a kid talks rudely to you 

This for when a kid talks rudely to you 

This is for when people spouts nonsense 

This is for when people didn’t “liked” your art (lol) 

This is for when people downvote your memes 

This is for when people say all consoles are equal 

This is for when people starts spoiling a movie plot 

This is for when people starts trolling 

This is for when people making false assumptions 

This is for when talking to idiot 

This is for whenever you wanna slap someone

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