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PSA;

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—  it does come as a surprise to me, someone who has played almost every single game ( God of War ), to see on the latest two that his past family is no longer remembered.  people can heal, although in my honest opinion?  kratos would never forget them to that extent, especially calliope, the daughter he tried so hard to at least give her peace in the afterlife. he went as far as abandoning her again, slay the goddess of the underworld, just so calliope could live on in paradise.

in my take, even during the events of ragnarok, kratos will still have lapses of his past family and possibly even dream of them.  of course, these might be bitter dreams but it is an experience he just can’t abandon. at the very least, in honor of his past family, calliope will always have a seat in his memories.

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                    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇  𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖,    the  distant  rustling  of  local  wildlife;    it  is  within  the    heart    of  the  forest  that  our  warrior  ventured  into,    aside  an  important  companion,    one  of  the  very  few  he  trusted  wholeheartedly.    she  had  imposed  on  a  journey,    one  which  brought  self-discovery    &    possibly  clarity  on  obscure  matters.    what  kratos  failed  to  see  was  that  her  ingenious  plan,      a  cleverly  devised  plot,    was  nothing  more  than  a  bonding  hike  into  nature's  domain.

❝    where  do  you  take  us?    ❞    at  last,    the  very  singular  question  persistently  gnawing  at  the  mind  came  through.    spoken  with  patience,    after  all,    he  had  been  venturing  uphill  on  the  forest  footpath,    higher    &    higher  as  if  they  were  attempting  to  reach  a  fundamental  checkpoint,    so  the  question  could  be  caged  no  longer.

Ω   𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 :  𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 Ω   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 :  @wornempathy​

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                𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃,    accepting  even.    hikaru  had  attained  kratos’  favor  through  hard  labor,    no  small  feat  for  one  who  hailed  from  a  far  distant  land.    to  no  surprise,    even  when  they  shared  an  harmonious  relationship,    what  should  have  been  a  humble  conversation  had  turned  sour      —    hostile.

kratos  bestowed  a  temperance  of  steel,    not  once  raising  a  hand  in    violence.    yet  hikaru  wished  to  put  a  point  across,    one  which  fervently  went  against  our  warrior’s    wishes.    as  soon  it  became  a  physical  dispute,    kratos  held  the  young  man’s  wrist  with  an  iron  grip:    it  was  far    fiercer    than  a  bear’s  constricted  jaw,    as  if  the  man’s  very  fist  had  been  forged  in  the  fires  of    𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬.

perhaps  in  an  act  of  desperation,    or  lack  of  thinking,    hikaru’s  teeth  took  a  bite,    sunk  ‘pon  our  warrior’s  forearm.    they  dug  deep,    far  too  deep;    they    pierced    the  very  skin,    lacerating  with  brutish  force  ‘till  blood  seeped  but  .  .  .    such  iron  grip  did  not  desist.    the  only  retribution  the  young  man  received  was  the  unforgettable  gaze  of  displeasure,    a  scowl  fitting  a  demon  whose  cage  had  been  rattled.    

Ω   𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 :     BLOOD   LUST  (  16  ) Ω   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍:  @infernocharged​

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                ❝      —    are  you  certain  it  belongs  to  the  beast?      ❞    a  massacre  laid  present  before  them.    there  was  enough    blood    to  ascertain  one  fact:    all  of  it  could  not  have  been  sourced  from  only  one  creature,    something  else  entirely  must  have,    too,    bled  in  the  exact  same  location.    kratos  did  not  dismiss  any  potential  clues,    thus  our  warrior  listened  with  an  open  mind.

Ω   𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 :    BLOOD   LUST ( 6 ) Ω   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍:  @exorkizein​​

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                  𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐀  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄;    it  was  a  bloodied  story  filled  with  pain,    solitude,    strife    &    ultimately  a    shallow    end.    a  tale  from  experience  this  one,    vivid  in  detail    &    enriched  with  the  most  miniscule  imagery  that  no  experienced  historian  could  conjure  in  a  winter  night.      ❝    —    this  man,    he  strived  for  vengeance.    he  waged  war  against  the  very  gods  who    —    ❞    yet  kratos’  tale  came  to  an  end,    for  the  better    or    worst.

it  appeared  his  imperial    highness    had  grown  bored,    perhaps  the  tale  did  not  appease  his  rather  active  mind.    alas,    our  warrior  dissuaded  any  attempts  to  carry  forth  his  life  experience,    instead  he  settled  for  a  simple  grunt.    perhaps  another  time.  

Ω   𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 :   𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 Ω   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍:   @moonglittering​

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            𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐒  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐀  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘  𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍,    one  he  wore  well.    our  warrior  explicitly  showed  no  manner  of  communication,    preferring  to  circle  around  a  waning  campfire.    kratos,    a  god  once  revered  for  his  senseless  abandon,    has  not  lost  one  promising  trait;    his  undying  devotion  to  his  child    (    even  calliope  who  sweetly  slept  in  his  memories.    )

studious  were  his  eyes,    glimmering  like  a  predator  behind  the  incandescent  light  brewing  from  the  flames.    if  they  truly  wished  to  make  a  valid  point  across,  now  would  be  a  critical  time  to  bring  it  to  life.

Ω   𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 :   𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 Ω   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍: @the27percent​

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I am your monster no longer.

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❝ I will tear this world apart, just so you may see a better tomorrow. ❞

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GOD OF WAR: RAGNAROK (2022)

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          𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆  𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋,    thus  our  staled  warrior  obliged.    his  gargantuan  size    —    prodigious  in  stature,    his  physique  far  too  large  in  comparison  to  the  visitor    —    lounged  aside  the  fairly    bodacious    young  man.    ❝    have  you  decided?    ❞    kratos’  stoic  tone  lowly  rumbled,    his  forearms  took  rest  ‘pon  his  powerful  knees.

our  warrior’s    auburn    tinted  eyes  found  refuge  'pon  the  campfire's  dancing    flames,    almost  as  if  calmly,    patiently,    waiting  for  vi’s    melodic    voice  to  come  forth.    such  is  the  question  of  interest    ;    was  he  ready  to  return  home?    to  settle  down  amidst  the  mundane,    away  from  fanatical  heretics    &    bloodthirsty  gods?

Ω   𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 :  𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 Ω   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 : @moonglittering​

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            𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑,    no  matter  how  hard  kratos  tried,    he  was  forced  to    submit    beneath  the  abnormal  giant’s  monumental  size.    sheltered  behind  his  shield,    our  warrior  sunk  deeper    &    deeper  into  the  soil  as  each  consecutive  blow  relentlessly  hammered  against  the  only  thing  protecting  him.    he  was    crumbling,    wielding  to  something  unnatural    &    no  matter  how  much  the  beast’s  drumming    power    smashed  into  our  warrior’s  shield,    he  did  not  give  into  what    primal  anger    bubbled  inside.

in  a  flashing  moment  he  felt  himself  being  whisked  away,    tackled  aside  in  order  to  escape  a  ferocious  swing  of  the  monster’s  weapon  of  a  choice  ;    none  other  than  a  lethal  club.    stunned  by  a  brief  window  of  shock,    kratos  composed  his  stature,    stood  tall    &    gazed  as  freya,    his  loyal    companion,    had  been  savagely  hit.    it  is  in  that  moment,    like  a  catalyst,    that  kratos  accepted  that  horrible  desire  to  kill.    one  could  have  easily  considered  the  monster  to  be  the  actual    victim,    a  martyr,    a  fool  who  did  not  know  best.

with  a  mighty    bellow    the  warrior  claimed  his  stake,  fueled  by  an  unimaginable  pool  of    unadulterated    hatred.      in  his  wild  abandon  he  threw  aside  his  most  trustworthy  axe,    consumed  by  a  beastly  desire  to  tear  apart  the  very  essence  which  made  the  fiend.    even  if  for  a  brief  moment,    freya  would  become    witness  as  to  why  olympus  befell  against  a    single  mortal;    fury  made  material.    kratos  shouted  louder  than  a  man  could,    his  very  throat  rumbled  like  a  prophesized  monster  from  the  very  depths  of  hell.

so  our  warrior  rushed  on,    propelled  himself  against  the  troll’s  head,    shattering  its  overgrown  tusks  within  a  singular  elbow  blow.    the  monster  fell  aside  in  a  daze,    a  prey  who  could  neither  fight  nor  think  of  its  own  safety.    kratos  easily  tore  the  beast’s  head  apart:    flesh  lacerated  from  the  rippling  pulling  pressure,    tendons  tore  apart,    bone  crashed    &    so    the  monster  was  made  undone.  

Ω   𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 Ω   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 : @wornempathy​

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A    BLOOD   LUST    INBOX    MEME.       TRIGGER   WARNING:   blood,  murder,  death,  violence.    please  do  not  read  forward  if  you  are  easily  squeamish.  

(   send  me   ‘   🔴   ’   to  generate  a  bloody  scenario  between  our  muses.  feel  free  to  specify  a  number  if  you’d  like.      inspo.   )

your  muse wiping/licking  blood  from  my  muses  lips.

my  muse  wiping/licking  blood  from  your  muses  lips.

our  muses  cleaning  up  blood  together  from  a  kill.

my  muse  applying  pressure  your  muses  bleeding  wound.

your  muse  applying  pressure  to  my  muses  bleeding  wound.

our  muses  stumbling  upon  a  blood  trail  together.

our  muses  sharing  a  kiss  that  accidentally  draws  blood.

my/your  muse  sinking  their  teeth/fangs  into  my/your  muses  neck.

your  muse  catching  my  muse  drinking  blood.

my  muse  catching  your  muse  drinking  blood.

your  muse  helping  my  muse  clean  blood  off  of  them.

my  muse  helping  your  muse  clean  blood  off  of  them.

our  muses  sleeping  together  in  their  victims  bloody  sheets.

our  muses  having/sharing  a  blood  bath/shower  together.

our  muses  looking  to  the  sky  as  it  rains  blood.

my  muse  accidentally  biting  yours  too  hard,  drawing  blood.   

your  muse  accidentally  biting  my  muse  too  hard,  drawing  blood.

my  muse  licking  blood  off  your  muses  finger.

your  muse  licking  blood  off  my  muses  finger.

my/your  muse  pleading  for  no  more  blood  shed  from  my/your  muse.

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God of War PC gifs [9/?]

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

“how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”