#KratAOS

[neechees]

inspired by this post that I said I'd make art for 100 billion years ago feat. The Kratos/AOS/Lysandra/Faye polycule... and slushies

[wowlookdumbart]

i think about them often

[kratioed]

Kratos and Atreus of Sparta:

[agaygoatguy]

Gart in God of war!

Here is some very self-indulgent fan art of my sona

Bonus adult calliope concept

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO YES

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕. 𝐎𝐓𝟒!!!

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 (ft. KraTýr):

[hyperfixatinglove]

Summary: Centuries of pining finally ended // Crush fic // AU of Kratos with three children

Atreus was in little garden which glowed in the sunlight, his father by his side. Observed by Mania, who sat by their small window, the sight set on the God of War.

Mania - goddess of mentally ill and madness, sighed. It had been centuries, since their escape from Greek, from Thanatos. Centuries since the fall of Olympus and centuries since they had realized the depth of their feelings for the mellowed God.

Trials, mainly associated with time, haunted the god. Timing was always wrong. First, the God before their eyes had mourned his first love, Lysandra, then it was the birth of Atreus, now it was the mourning of Faye, his second wife.

Mania still remembered the night Kratos had come, their tiny flame of hope in their heart, before the god unknowingly shattered it, by revealing he had become father again, to little boy. The god of mentally ill had known Faye was close with the god, but this type of closeness, they had not anticipated then.

''Would do you good if you'd stop pining for father.'' soft voice beckoned from inside the small cottage Mania had claimed few hundred years ago when they had come to Niflheim. Grey eyes tore their gaze from the duo outside, to focus on young woman with brown hair and skin.

''Calliope you know well enough that's not going to be. I am god of frenzy after all.'' Mania answered the woman, the oldest of Kratos' three children. The woman shook her head before producing a small flute from her pockets, too small for a grown woman to comfortably use, but the eldest stubbornly used it still. The soft melody carried from the cottage to outside, Atreus smiled, Krataos closed his eyes to listen in earnest.

As the melody faded after a short time and Mania had returned her gaze to God of War, another voice piped in.

''Sister, I'd advice you to not give such useless guidance. We have common goal.''

The middle child, Pandora, a child not by blood of Kratos, gently reminded of her more feisty older sister. Her skin was pale, brown hair with stripe of white in a bun, eyes blazing by furious fire. Loud gruff, imitating the same their father made, left Calliope. ''Yes, we all want father to be happy.'' She groaned and crossed her arms. ''Even if it is with Greek god.''

Ignoring the vitriol of the eldest, who had the most time to adjust to his father's committed atrocities and took his side, Mania flustered. Pandora's laughter, beautiful as bells caressed by the wind, bounced off the walls.

''You mustn't conspire against your father.'' The pining god scolded the sisters, the stern voice in war with their flustered, red cheeks. ''The time isn't right, you'd only hurt him.''

''That is what you always tell us.'' It was the middle child's turn to groan in annoyance. ''We never resolve this matter if you keep post-phoning it!''

Mania said nothing. Melancholy of missed opportunities, perhaps of missed life and happiness, had haunted them for centuries, they could withhold against centuries more.

''Who post-phones what?'' Voice from the door butted in to the conversation.

Young boy was standing by the door, quiver and bow sticking out from his back. Short brown hair, striking blue eyes, same as his mother Faye and skin tone in between of Calliope and Pandora's.

''Mania as always Atreus.'' The eldest managed to answer first, cutting off the middle child, who pursed her lips. The youngest child marched in with a short nod, dramatically floundering himself on Mania's bed, before he produced small knife and began playing with it.

The mentioned god could tell the youngest, the only son of Kratos, did not understand what his sisters were referring to. The wounds of losing his mother too fresh to care for anything else.

It was partially due to this young boy Mania had kept silent. It would be spitting on his mother's fresh corpse if they spoke now. The frenzy god did not want to replace nor be mother to the trio, as much as they adored them. Atreus would view it as betrayal to his mother and her memory and would return to the bitterness he had only now shed towards his father.

Their eyes drifted from the son to the father. He sat alone in the garden, surrounded by small meadow of flowers, in silence.

Hands grabbed and pulled and pushed the goddess towards the door before they had time to realize it was happening, frantic yells of Calliope and Pandora's names, the perpetrators of the offense. The wooden door slammed behind the madness god, the giggles of the sister evidence it would be futile to try to re-enter.

Resigned, Mania made his way to their garden and sat silently next to silent Kratos.

Over the few centuries the goddess had known the other god, they knew it was best to be silent, when he was.

''My children are being unruly again.'' His deep, gruff voice rumbled next to Mania, traveling all the way to their heart, once again. Their grey eyes tore from the god, having noticed movement on their open window.

The duo of sisters hang by the window, Calliope almost falling into the bed of flowers below. Pandora was holding grumpy Atreus, who was staring daggers at Mania.

God was mortified. Sisters watching she could deal, but they had dragged the youngest into their schemes. Mania, after the fall of Olympus and Greek, had become more timid, afraid of even getting son of god's wrath on them. Mere runt.

''Pandora, keep your siblings out of the window.'' Kratos muttered, stern, but voice loud enough to be heard by the trio. Mumble of 'yes father' from Pandora and window emptied, not without Calliope's protests.

Mania gazed curiously at God Of War, the man rarely disciplined his apples of his eyes, the sisters. Calliope was even spoiled, by Kratos' standards.

''Is she-''

''Faye is at rest.''

Mania fidgeted. Kratos had kept the promise he had made, coming back to visit after making it to Jötunheim. The god of mental illness did not know what to make of it. The war god surely saw Mania as friend, only one he-

The god barely kept their mouth shut as they saw dangling head on Kratos'. It's eyes were blazing yellow, staring back.

''Hello don't mind me.'' Jolly, if little humorous tone of voice came from the detached head. Mania calmed, a tad, their posture slightly relaxing.

''You did not have talking head with you before.'' They slipped out, eyes now observing this clearly alive, talking head.

''Mimir is useful. A friend.''

Head dubbed Mimir, smiled, wicked grin more than smile, but Mania found he wasn't frightening.

The mostly unknown observer drained all courage the god had, tiny it had been. They would not talk, not today. Gaze shifted from the head to Kratos, who had been looking at Mania. Cheeks flustered, grey eyes averted their gaze.

''This is bollocks! Out with it Mania!'' Mimir cried, making the mentioned god jump. They had not introduced themselves to the head. Cheeks developed scarlet color, even he knew? He had known them for less than minute!

Kratos grumbled. Mimir coughed. ''Kratos told me about you. I came to my own conclusions. There is no nobility in suffering.''

The goddess could only nod, swayed a little in favor of telling, due to Mimir's gentle approach. The man spoke with wisdom gained over hundreds of years.

Mania gingerly placed their hand on Kratos' own resting among the grass and flowers. War god didn't pull away, a small pool of confidence rose in the goddess of frenzy and mania itself. Maybe, if nothing else, their burden would finally lift. Maybe, this would not destroy their friendship.

..If it did, Kratos at least had Mimir..

They called his name. Soft grunt of acknowledgement, for them to go on. Mania gulped.

And dove right in.

''I like you Kratos, do with that what you will. I am not going to intrude on your grief and not on Atreus' life.''

Mania stood to leave, hoping the sisters would allow them entry in their own goddamn home now that the open secret was out to the only being not in the know. Ash pale hand yanked them back down with a thud.

The goddess sat silent, stunned. His hand hold onto their arm, fingers radiated warmth seethed in their body.

''Give us time.''

Spoken like a promise, eased the god's worries. Atreus wrath still lingered on their mind, but war god being open to possibility of them made Mania happy.

[decaffeinatedsoulbeliever]

Listen admission of a fact yes there was conflict in Africa yes there was slavery. Even when the Dutch came to the Cape there was some sort of conflict BUT everything got worse when the BLOODY BRITISH came to visit and never left .They are the enemy and everyone should hate especially The Crown

[pastellarts]

The Sunday Song – September 9th, 2018

(Or a famous song from a famous feminist movie that is titled with my name)

Love that became a double-edged knife - Melina Mercouri (Αγάπη που 'γινες δίκοπο μαχαίρι – ΜελίναΜερκούρη) Music by Manos Hatzidakis Lyrics by Michael Cacoyannis

In 1955, Greek cinemas met ‘Stella’, a unique and original female protagonist of the same named film that was based on the myth of Carmen. Stella was created from Greek Cypriot director Michael Cacoyannis. Actress Melina Mercouri, who had a wild and intense stare, brought on film an unprecedented movie character.

Manos Hatzidakis wrote the score for the film and Mercouri herself sings the movie's trademark song "Love that became a double-edged knife" ("Αγάπη που 'γινες δίκοπο μαχαίρι") that has become an eternal success. Mercouri sings excellent and most famous female Greek singers include it in live recording or concerts.  

Love, turned into a double-edged knife, Long ago you were giving me nothing but joy but now you drown the joy in tears I don’t see a way out, I can't find a cure (bis)

Fires are blazing deep inside his eyes the stars turn dark when he looks at me turn off the lights turn off the moonlight once he takes me, so my pain cannot be seen

Hatzidakis has admitted that the music for "Love that became a double-edged knife" based on a melody by Vasilis Tsitsanis from the song “Trelos Tsigganos (Crazy Gypsy). However, that might even not be the case, since “Trelos Tsigganos” was written by Ioanna Georgakopoulou in 1947 and is included in an official record with her name.

Plot:

The story of a fiercely independent and uncompromising young woman. Stella, a rembetiko singer at Paradise nightclub, lives a guiltless, turbulent life. Her innate independence and assertive nature lead her to numerous passionate love affairs. While with Aleko, son of a wealthy family, she decides, as is her habit, to break up before the relationship wears off. Once she meets Miltos, a young football player, she seems to change. At first, she avoids his advances, but, later, gives in to him. However, she can only be with him on her own terms. No matter how much she loves him, she mostly values her freedom. Things turn complicated when she is called to choose. She repeatedly rejects Miltos marriage proposals. When Miltos finally forces her to accept the idea of marriage, Stella does not appear in church, despite Miltos repeatedly warning her that he will kill her if she doesn't marry him. Miltos kills her with a dagger at end of the film.

The film ends with an iconic scene where Miltos tragically kills Stella with a knife. The phrase ‘Stella leave I am holding a knife!’  has become a widely spoken phrase in Greece ever since, and, well, if your name is Stella, expect to listen to it countless times in your life (starts around 02.00).

The film sparked great controversy – many Greek critics and a big part of the audience rejected it, they were scandalized and suspicious of a woman who wanted to be independent and a free spirit and make her own life by her own rules. The movie was against patriarchy with a heroine that represents an alien female idol for the 1950s Greece and a timeless tragedy heroine. Most foreign press comments were very positive for the movie and the female liberation aspect emphasized in the film. Set 6 years after the end of the Greek Civil war (1945-1949), some were lukewarm about the rembetiko music as well, even people with progressive views.

Stella was originally intended to be a stage play with the title Stella with the Red Gloves, but it was never staged. It has been claimed that this story was the perfect vehicle for the thirty-five-year-old Mercouri's film debut. Indeed, it was the hit that Melina Mercouri needed. The film is now considered one of the greatest Greek films.

At the 1955 Cannes Film Festival, where the film was screened, Melina Mercouri met Jules Dassin, her future husband, mentor, and director. He helped her to secure major roles in such films as Topkapi, Never on Sunday, Phaedra, and 10:30 P.M. Summer, which were major international successes.

The film a Golden Globe for the Best Foreign Film (1956) and was nominated for the Palme d'Or in the Cannes Film Festival (1955) and for an Oscar for Best Costume Design.

63 years later, Melina’s Mercouri performance is 100% feminist: still relevant, to remind us of a woman that is free, untamed and proud, away from stereotypes and ‘mainstream’ female images. Stella never hesitated to express the wishes that represented the will of many women of that era – and sadly, they were never able to confess it.

Other notable performances of the song (of course female singers)

This one has a great bouzouki intro

[kraptos]

Since AOS shows bits of jealousy towards Lysandra and maybe Faye, what about Kratos in Norse era? Imagine someone hitting on AOS (probably in post Ragnarök); does Kratos shows it off with action so people would take a hint that AOS is already taken? ;)

Kinda reminds me of that one flashback from CH.8 with Kratos getting all jelly when he arrives to see AOS preoccupied with his pals back in basecamp. But it's also because I want to see how he reacts now from your perspective for my KratAOS fuel-

you're one of the best fanfic authors I know who writes Kratos well in character 😭

hello friend!

i actually already have plans for this to happen in the sequel! >:)

a certain someone will get a little crush on AOS and Kratos is honestly just going to think it's kinda funny and tease him about it. (AOS is 100% oblivious and doesn't believe him)

while it's something young Kratos would prob have gotten jealous over, old man Kratos knows AOS only has eyes for him (he barely had any romantic ventures while they spent decades separated, after all ;-;), so he's not really bothered by it. maybe he would be if it wasn't someone they knew and trusted and AOS was more conscious of it, but I still don't think he'd really care too much at this point. If anything, he'd probably beat himself up a little bit about how AOS could have had a normal adult life had he ended up with someone else LOL

thank you so much for the compliment, that means a ton! 🥺 i haven't written much for other fandoms, but kratos is def my fav character to write!! <3

[neechees]

We have to come up with a name for the Faye/Kratos/Lysandra/AOS polycule

[wowlookdumbart]

an old agapē doodle just because

[kratioed]

𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙶𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂: KRATOS X ATREUS OF SPARTA | 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 ⸺⸺⸺ "His memory was a comfort in dark times." ⸺⸺⸺

KRATOS: nelward: Never Wanna Fall in Love With U // The Crane Wives: Take Me to War // Paramore: I'm Not Angry Anymore // The Smiths: This Charming Man // EASHA: You Make me Feel // Patternist: Don't You Try // BRONZE AVERY: Only You // Dijon: Skin // BRONZE AVERY: Waste My Time // Dodie: Sick of Losing Soulmates // Daughter: Tomorrow // Lea Michele: Run to You

AOS: Ed Sheeran: Friends // Laufey: From The Start // IDKHOW: Kiss Goodnight // BRONZE AVERY: Faking // Lana Del Rey: Say Yes To Heaven // SVRCINA: Lover. Fighter. // Ruelle: War Of Hearts // Pandora: All I Wanted // Daughter: Smother // MCR: The World Is Ugly // Daughter: Shallows // Arash Buana: Stars

KRATAOS: Hayden James: Just Friends // Planttvibes: One Sided Love // Will Joseph Cook: Be Around Me // dandelion hands: i like you // AJR: Weak // Lord Huron: Brother // BRONZE AVERY: Want 2 // The Irrepressibles: Two Men in Love // The Crane Wives: Little Soldiers // SVRCINA: Meet Me On The Battlefield // The Family Crest: Battle Cry // McCafferty: Bottom // Ivan Torrent: Passage To Eden

This playlist is very inspired from Agapē based on its flashbacks as well as AOS' death in canon compliant. I highly recommend giving it a read to those who viewed Kratos as a bi-disaster! Art belongs to elljwalker (used with permission)!

[whoiscybele]

gi afto de kratao kakia se kanenan re malakes CUZ LIFE’S FUCKING SHORT appreciate what u have before u lose it

[ptoxi-timia-cinefille]

Loipon alania ante na doume pos tha to treksoume to projekt

I allios, ena intro.

Edo tha leme gia tainies (arxika, ki oti prokipsei).

Stin arxi skeftika na vazo vathmologies alla wtf, poli akampto to systimataki kai odigei se anousies sigkriseis - edo to blogaki to kanoume gia tin texni, den einai pinakas katataxis tou asep (pay me and I might reconsider).

Meta eipa mipos egrafa kamia keimenara etsi poli periektiki kai taftoxrona logotexniki, prologo-kirio soma-epilogo typou, na triksoun oi idelektuel somiedes. Alla kai mono pou to (xana)skeftomai kourazomai se ola ta epipeda. Tha ebena kai sto birazmo na kano ipoxorisi os pros ta griklish, pou apofasisa na apoteloun ton ithiko kormo aftou tou timiou ponimatos. Opote ANTE GEIA.

Ti lisi se afto to provlima pou sigoura sas apasxolise para poli edose alli mia fora (sigkinissi) i tasi mou pros tin issona prospatheia: apla tha metafero edo tis simeioseis pou kratao outos i allos (sxedon) kathe fora pou vlepo tainiaki. Ki o,ti piasei o kathenas.

Cinefille aout.

[killyourfeelingss]

Ego den kratao kakies mporei na tin thelo alla den tha asxolitho mazi ths, exo stoxoys

Εμμοκει. Γιατί το έστειλες σε εμένα αυτό;!

[get-kratioed]

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕. 𝐎𝐓𝟒!!!

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 (ft. KraTýr):