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nickgoesinsane · 1 year

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blessed be i

kratos x reader

cw: nsfw (minors dni), sub!kratos, dom!reader, gn!reader - amab, anal fingering, body worship, praise kink, strength kink, mating press, the reader is one cheeky mf, creampie, cum eating, uhhh magic cum?, etc.

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“You know,” You casually begin, a smile tugging at your mouth as you sink a third oil slick finger into the tight heat of Kratos’ asshole, “this isn’t usually how I receive a god’s blessing.” Though your tone is filled with teasing, you can’t help your excitement. It’s not often that you have the pleasure of enjoying new experiences, much less those that don’t involve violence.

The god grunts, rolling his eyes, but rolls his hips into the scissoring of your fingers. His cock rests over his belly, flushed and weeping precum over his muscles. You can feel his strength, his power, simmering right under his skin. The fact that you didn’t need to go on a ridiculously complicated quest or fight him like you have other gods ignites a deep desire within you. A god like him, strong enough to slay an entire pantheon but kind enough to spare the world, is more than deserving of the worship you offer.

You grab the bottle of oil and withdraw your fingers, taking a moment to admire the slight gape of his asshole. You tip the glass, thoroughly wetting your digits before setting it aside again. Kratos groans lowly as you slowly slip four fingers into his hole, up to the last knuckle, and gently press the pad of your thumb against his perineum. The teasing of his prostate from two places makes his fingers curl and fist the furs, little pearls of arousal wetting his length.

Kratos glances at the closed door of the hut, possibly worried that his son will come looking for him. You curl your fingers with enough pressure to make his back arch and smile down at him. “Atreus is safe and entertained.” You reassure him, then proceed to bend down and use the flat of your tongue to trace the prominent vein on the side of his cock. “My steed will make sure of that.” You’d more or less shoved the boy towards the griffin, who was more than eager to receive Atreus’ pets and hugs.

“Make this quick.” Kratos says roughly in response, as if his thighs aren’t shaking in pleasure.

“Yes, sir,” You shoot back mockingly, working on stretching him open for your cock. He might consider doing this again if you make him feel good. The wet schlick, schlick, schlick of your fingers breaching his hole fills the room, the depraved noise nearly drowning out the crackles of the fireplace. Once you deem him loose enough, you take your fingers away to pour the reminder of the oil onto your erection.

You brace yourself, placing your hand next to his head, and use your other hand to guide yourself into his asshole. You slowly inch inside him and sigh in satisfaction as his walls clamp down on your cock. He feels so hot and snug, stretched wide by the thickness of you. A mortal would’ve needed more time, more preparation, maybe even mercy, but Kratos can take it. You look at his face and lift a questioning brow. His forehead shines with sweat from your previous teasing, his jaw clenched tightly, and he gives you a short nod.

You sit up on your knees, withdrawing, and place your hands on his hips. They don’t dwarf him like they would a normal human and, strangely enough, it serves to arouse you further. The first thrust is experimental, firm enough to make him grunt, but gentle enough that his body doesn’t jolt. You keep your eyes on his face, mindful of the way his lips part and his eyebrows knit together.

“That alright?” You rasp, repeating the action.

“Harder.” Kratos says— because gods don’t beg, they demand. It doesn’t matter that it sounds more like a plea than an order. You don’t mention it. (You need his blessing, after all.)

You use your grip on his hips to keep him steady, channeling more strength into the thrusts of your hips. You don’t need to be particularly gentle, he won’t break. Kratos groans as the tip of your cock ruts against his prostate, adjusting his legs so his thick thighs bracket your body and his ankles lock behind your back. “Fuck,” You grunt when the change in position makes you reach even deeper. “Stars above, you feel magnificent.”

His head tips back against the pillows, and he moans, a little louder than before.

“Oh,” You let out, feeling the way he spasms around your cock. You smile, slow and hungry, and tilt his hips up as you sink down into him. “You’re my favorite, you know? So strong, so powerful. For countless nights I wondered if I would ever be worthy enough to come across you, deserving enough to be blessed by you— never once did it occur to me that it could be like this.” Your rhythm is firm and deep, drawing small groans and moans from his throat. You grasp his cock, which sits hot and heavy in your palm, and stroke it in time with your thrusts. Kratos’ body jolts, his legs tightening around your body, and you swipe your thumb over the head of his cock to collect the pearly droplets to make the glide of your hand easier. “There we go,” You mutter, twisting your wrist with every pump. “Does that feel good?”

Kratos grits his teeth, trying to bite back his groans, and nods. That’s not enough for you. You click your tongue and give the base of his cock a little squeeze, slowing the pistoning of your hips to tight circles. He scowls at you, which is admittedly both intimidating and arousing. “Tell me.” You say anyway, a teasing grin on your face.

“...Yes,” Kratos finally speaks, his fingers flexing around the furs, “you feel good. Deep.”

“Mhm?” You hum, slowly working up to your previous tempo.

He eyes narrow into an irritated glare, “If you don’t—”

A quiet laugh spills from your mouth, and you reach down to grasp the back of his thighs and bend him in half. Kratos curses loudly as you bear down on him with your entire weight, skin slapping wetly as your cock plunges in and out of him. His weeping erection ruts against your belly, and you find your eyes straying to his parted lips. When you glance upwards, you find him staring back at you. He tips his chin up in silent permission, and you waste no time.

Kratos’ mouth is soft, wet and hot. One of his hands leaves the furs to hold the back of your head, strong enough to crush your skull if he so wished, and his tongue glides over yours. He tastes of mead, with honey and nutty undertones. You wonder what it would be like to take his mouth, to breach his throat and have him swallow your cum. Your fingers dig into his ashen skin with bruising force at the thought, though you highly doubt you’ll leave any lasting marks.

The god sucks on your tongue, which only feeds the fantasy of his lips around your cock, and you moan heavily into his mouth. Heat coils in your belly, and you shove a hand between your sweaty bodies to stroke him quickly. He pulls away from the kiss, his body tensing as he groans and unravels, cum painting the muscles of his torso as Kratos unravels. You groan and shudder, filling him up to the brim with your own spend. It oozes out from where your bodies meet to form a small puddle on the bedding. You run your fingers through the cum on his chest, both to smear it further and to taste him. His seed is thick on your tongue, almost bittersweet, and you suck your fingers clean. Tiredness leaves your body as the feeling of renewal soaks into you like water pouring over your flesh.

“Blessed be I,” You chuckle in satisfaction, bending down with the intention of capturing his mouth again, only for him to shove your head away with an unamused stare. Smiling cheekily, you reach for his half hard cock, and he doesn’t stop you.

You’re sure Atreus won’t mind spending more time with your griffin while his father gives you more blessings.

#‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ nick writes !#god of war brainrot #dom reader #dom!reader #top reader #top!reader #sub character #sub kratos #sub god of war #kratos x reader #god of war #kratos #god of war x reader #n/s/f/w #n/sfw

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duck-noises · 3 months

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The real way brok died

honestly this is the funniest thing i’ve ever made

#i’ve been having brok brainrot for the past few days 😋😋#first time drawing Tyr (technically odin) and i’m so happy it’s for this dumbass thing😭😭😭#im sorry for this one #gow ragnarok #god of war ragnarok #gow #the huldra brothers #brok god of war #tyr god of war #Týr #Brok #odin god of war

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eggdrawsthings · 2 years

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the first time i drew them vs now

#1 year of constant brainrot and clownery 🤡#i thought my Mando frenzy would be over after 2-3 months but god i was so wrong 🤡#my art #din djarin #grogu djarin #clan mudhorn #a clan of two #the mandalorian #mando #grogu #baby yoda #pedro pascal #star wars

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g0dcoward · 5 months

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WIP // freya gow ragnarök....... with muscles bc she deserves it bc there is no way she was out here wrestling kratos without them.

anyways uhmm uhh i've been thinking abt this passion project for ages where id draw scenes of games and the songs i associate them with, but that requires effort and energy 😭😭😭

#god of war #freya gow #gow ragnarok #g0dcoward #wip........ yea #hitting the brainrot again

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 5 months

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I'm in a hellhole that is the God of War Heimdall fics

#this is my new brainrot #I NEED MORE HEIMDALL FICS #It's insane #it's been 3 days and I've done NOTHING but read all the fanfics of him #GRAAAAAAHH REDEMPTION ARCS GRAAAAAAAAAHHHH #IREDEEMABLE BASTARD GETTING REDEEMED GRAAAAAAAAAAAHHH #god of war #god of war ragnarok #gow #gow ragnarok #heimdall #god of war heimdall

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flashyflashes · 7 months

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Its wild how easy it is to forget how strong Nezha really is.

Like personally I struggle with imagining his personality because in the first book he is like:

"I will fucking kill you" spoiled brat who is a combat prodigy,can and will seriously injure you, egoistic somewhat racist and sexist(that scene in the 1st book when they are in a classroom and he basically said "women can't rule") person

And then later cause rin becomes so much worse than him, our perception of him becomes:

I am crying cause I had a dream you died,please dont leave me,I just want all of us to be together,neglected and truamatised son of the dragon lord,scared to call gods uwu babygirl

Like dont get me wrong it makes sense cause obviously we get more background on him and his character develops it's just It becomes so much easier to forget just how strong and scary he is.

#yes i am having a poppy war brainrot again #considering rereading it🌝#fang runin #chen kitay #the burning god #the dragon republic #the poppy war #yin nezha #rf kuang

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heraldofcrow · 3 months

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UGHH. Okay, sorry for the chaos everyone lmao. I think that dash war ended well all things considered. I was only threatened…twice?

What I learned:

I have horrible brainrot, like it’s CRIPPLING

Katy eats people raw

We are both mentally deranged

I have not laughed that hard in months

Katy is going to hold ungodly power over me thanks to her clairvoyant art skills

I mayyy have her interested in FF7, but if anything, it will just end up adding to our Bloodborne brainrot like everything else

I AM NOT A CHICKEN

#thanks everyone #let’s all go home #god thats so funny #it actually helped me because i was agonizing over The Brainrot and this was a good distraction xDD #mutuals #dash wars #fandom nonsense #CrowNotes

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renesassing · 1 year

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[ /god. ] of resolutions. of revolutions.

#star wars #kotor #revan #darth revan #the bastard resplendent #once again subjecting you to Brainrot #in the absence of a god a prophet will become their own divinity #even a prophet of the dead and damned #rené.art

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genshrineimpact · 2 years

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Can you imagine during archon war we were like the most scariest, powerful god in it?

The Harbinger of Death, goddess of lost war, brutalz bloody battles, plaques and hunger (anything to do with war basically that happens during and after that's not glorified) so the archon war is causing them to become even more powerful.

Being known as merciless God who kills anyone in their way causes weaker god's to be terrified but at the same, some brave souls seek protection. And surprisingly they get it, because reader is a softie.

Morax in turn is desperate for some allies. Due to him gaining the geo gnosis, he put a massive cross on his back. He has guizhong and osail, but it's not enough to protect his people.

So he comes up with a plan to court the worst possible option - the most powerful bloody god that celestia was considering to become the god of death (because with amount of death in the war, death domain needed someone to look over it)

It doesn't help that he had a massive crush after meeting us on the battlefield and seeing how we help our wounded soldiers and being good leader and deity.

So starts the awkward tries of more rough around the edges, young and hormonal Morax to court us, while ozial and guizhong are trying to change his mind.

slfkslfks holy shit i- never thought about this concept but hhhhhhh

help this turned into a fic before i realized-

ps. not proofread, this is literally word vomit and i haven't reread it yet cause my lunch break's over lsdjflskd

⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙

you're the god of war, known for your merciless nature and prowess in battle. you're offered the finest wine, battle armors of the fallen, the biggest livestock. each year a hunting competition is celebrated across your nation, with many people joining in to prove themselves to you, a chance for them to show their loyalty and perhaps be granted your blessings in return.

you feed from the hopelessness in your enemies' eyes, the tear of their battle wills, the blood spilled upon your people's weapons. you are the definition of fear and morbid, and your people hold an equal amount of respect and fear towards you. the gods fear you and scorn you but they're afraid to cross your path because they know you're perfectly capable to crush them under your feet if you so desire.

but what most fail to realize is that although you are the personification of ruin itself, you're secretly drawn to everything that's on the opposite spectrum of your nature, but you're so afraid to indulge yourself because what can your battle-scarred hands do besides destroying everything they touch? they don't realize that your fierceness stems from your wish to protect your people. they don't realize that you wish for a company, someone strong enough to stand by your side, someone who wouldn't crumble from your fierceness yet treasures your weaknesses, someone whom you can trust wholeheartedly without fearing that you might get stabbed on your back the moment you let your guard down. they don't realize that you despise having to enjoy the offerings alone....

enter rex lapis, god of contracts, whose prowess falls just a little short below you. but what rex lapis misses, he makes up with his wit and the companions who support him from behind the scenes. rex lapis, like the other gods, fear you and see you as a threat to their people, because in his eyes you're just this thirsty warmonger who thrives upon the deaths of the innocents.... or, well, that is, until he sees you personally mourning over the deaths of your people. immediately, he's intrigued. but he dares not to intrude on your moment of solitude, afraid that he would provoke you if you discover him seeing you in your most vulnerable state. the image stays at the back of his mind, and both guizhong and osial notice how he always fall silent whenever your name comes up.

it isn't until the archon war that he proposes an idea to make an alliance with you. obviously guizhong disagrees and starts listing off the cons of doing so, being his trusted strategist. osial thinks he's gone crazy, and he departs with a snarl and a disbelieving shake of head when the god of contracts tries to explain his reasons. guizhong tries to persuade him otherwise, because there are millions of ways that this could go wrong, and because she has tried to reach out to you in the past but was turned away. you clearly do not want to associate yourself with anyone in the first place. and rex lapis knows that his friend is, as always, correct - but his rational side wavers when he remembers the pained sobs that left your lips and the tears falling down your cheeks.

"nonetheless, we should still try. i have a hunch they will turn out to be different than the rumors."

guizhong starts re-explaining again from the top, and for once rex lapis does not listen.

the next time he dives into battle, the thought plagues his mind, alongside osial's betrayal. maybe that's why he was unable to realize that guizhong was in danger. why he was unable to react in time when his mind's eye connects the trajectory of the blade with the positions of his people. by the time he realizes what was going on, guizhong is already plummeting towards the ground, straight towards your troops' formation.

he's moving on pure instinct when he speeds over towards his friend, he knows it's utter foolishness to appear before the enemy's territory, especially in his frazzled state. he braces for enraged yells and blades sinking upon his skin, he prepares to retreat- and yet everything is silent with the exception of the sound of war in the background. he looks up and sees you, looking down at them with a stoic expression on your face, so different from his memory. the nefarious nicknames flash beyond his eyes, and he grips guizhong's body protectively, draconic eyes glaring up at you, a silent warning.

to his utter shock, your eyes soften. or perhaps it was just his imagination? because you've closed them before he could examine it further, and when you turn towards your generals, your voice is as authoritative and cold as ever, sending shivers down his spine.

but no, it must have not been a fever dream, because you're telling your troops to march forward and conduct themselves along with his troops. you tell them to protect his people and to fully assist his soldiers.

"why?" he asks, and his voice is soft and cracked against the deafening song of the battlegrounds, but still you turn towards him and watch as your gaze falls to the goddess of dust.

"she gave me a flower, once."

it's thousands of years later that rex lapis realizes, as he gazes upon you admiring the first glaze lily that your people managed to cultivate - perhaps it was that single sentence that finally broke the walls he's set around his heart. he casts a forlorn look towards the sea stretching beyond the harbor and the dust dancing in the air under the bright sun.

if only they could see him now. if only they could see you now.

"i told you they would be different from the rumors."

he winces when a speck of dust enters his eyes and chuckles when you start fussing over him, your touch gentle as you examine his teary eyes.

yes, very different indeed.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #guizhong #osial #when the brainrot got you so inspired you wrote a fic without meaning to #rip my lunch break but this was fun to write hehe #luke blessing us again with their genius ideas #everyone say thank you #rin writes #lukerycyja #god of war! reader au

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judyalvqrez · 1 year

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#god of war #god of war ragnarok #gowr #kratos #heimdall #thor #vg #@mutuals sorry i got ragnarok brainrot rn

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literallyjustanerd · 6 months

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lil kal to get me through waiting for my delayed flight at 3am

#fr im so glad i packed my drawing tablet #it was a last minute decision i wasn't going to do it #but god it was the only thing i wanted to do for the hours i sat on the floor of that terminal lol #anyway i have kallus brainrot now #he's in my brain and brother he is not paying rent #alexsandr kallus #agent kallus #sw rebels #star wars rebels #rebels fanart #abbey does art stuff

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northernember · 1 year

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red queen taking place after the 6th mass extinction event has me so unhinged and feral like,,,

its about the underlying theme of being undone down to your base essentials and than remade entire by circumstances out of your control. its about stumbling out the other end, having miraculously survived the horrors done to you but being unable to recognize the person looking back.

its about how humanities hubris will always guide us down the same paths and corridors. how our base components and nature will always ripple across time even as the knowledge of those that came before us is lost.

and what of the great blood divide? how many times were those that bridged the gap unraveled and sewn back together by the massive amounts of radiation they were subjected to until they emerged with silver blood and abilities? How many succumbed to radiation sickness? How long did it take?

How long did humanity claw themselves across the ground of their forefathers failings before they learned how to walk again and how long until they repeat it?

i need to know of the calamities, i need to know what domino fell first. what happened afterwards, How the blood divide happened. Was the Silver’s creation violent and cruel? to mirror the natural, 1500 year evolution of the New bloods? were they made from those in poverty left to die to the radiation, to circumstances they had no control over but managed to somehow survive in spite of it? to mirror the Silvers treatment of Reds now?

was Cal’s arc the radiation? was it the explosion that shattered the windows and cracked the pavement? was it about the unmaking of everything youve ever known to pave a path for it to be remade for those who come after? was it feeling yourself come undone, feeling your dna unraveled, your cells torn apart and Surviving but seeing someone else staring back at you in the mirror? that the blood and ash is still on your hands but the person who stares back is not who you were before. he is scarred and scared but Better, kinder with gentle hands that will hold the world aloft, to help pave a way for those who can fix it, To fix it because he has Learned where his ideals and duty would have lead through his own unmaking.

was Maven’s arc the ruined cities? a place once full of joy and sorrow, of music fluttering through the windows, the smell of paint that clings to some people, the gentle noise of people typing as they write novels and essays and chat with their friends, of people walking and talking, of everything humanity was and now it is nothing more than a hollow city full of the echo of ghosts. A place left to decay and crumble beneath the tragedy brought by those that promised to protect it. A place that is seen as unsalvageable but only needs time to heal. Plants and vines climb up through the cracks, leaving a promise and echo that it Can heal. That it could have healed.

and was Mare’s arc the aftermath? was it the stubbornness and determination to stand on to shaky legs, to look out upon a world ripped apart and left in ruin and choosing to fix it, for yourself and for all those who will come after you? was it about pulling together a community left to die, to rebuild all that was lost, to heal the world and yourselves with gentle seeking hands and promising to do better? you came out bearing scars and cracks, searing memories of the terrible things done to you and choosing to take a trembling step forward even as the earths crust shakes beneath your will. You have had terrible things done to you time and time again but still you loved and still you chose to stand up on your own or reach for outstretched hands. You are scarred and you see yourself as unfixable but your community and family do not and they will give you the things you need and the time to patch yourself up until your tremors stop and your waters settle, until the sun is blanketed by your ozone and made gentle and kind again, until your raging storms become kind bouts of rain. They will wait for you to be okay again, and they know you will never be the same and they will love you through everything. They will stand with and beside you until the end of time. are you the aftermath of humanity or are you the earth’s embodiment?

#red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #red queen series #mare barrow #cal calore #tiberias vii calore #maven calore #im feeling so so insane about this actually #completely consumed by the brainrot #the moment i heard about the calamities during my first read it was Over #this post is completely incoherent and nonsensical but by god #i have so many thoughts about the underlying theme of the calamities and the parallels they have to the current themes happening in rq #biting and clinging to whatever in hell went down 1500 years ago in the rq universe

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sorcerer-ball-powered-chaos · 7 months

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What if, and hear me out on this…I START POSTING ON THIS LIKE I AM GHOULIAN??? IT’D TAKE A GOOD LOT OF CHARACTER STUDYING AND CONFUSION BUT..WHAT IF???

#randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #rc9gn Ghoulian #evil julian #ghoulian #i have the brainrot #brain is a zombie at this point oh god #if this ends up on youtube i will enlist my skeleton in skeleton war #its the neurodivergency

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everlastiingiimmortals · 3 months

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No but it's the way Veritas Ratio and Andreas Costa are so distinct, yet there's no dissonance between these two identities that he has. It's the way Ratio is the man shown to the universe and in his lectures, and Andreas is the man setting his bags down and sinking into a warm bath in the privacy of his own home. It's the way Ratio is the man measuring the angle and dimensions of a pillar and Andreas is the one carving a statue with the same exact care and precision. It's the way Ratio is the man studying the behavior of certain animal species and Andreas cares for the animals belonging to the old farmer back home. It's the way Ratio is the man coldly calculating the trajectory of a projectile to perfectly decimate an enemy and Andreas is the man hurling a spoiled student out of his classroom, shouting insults in his anger at the audacity of a bribe.

For all of Ratio's snappy wit, Andreas can use that wit to crack a joke. For all of Andreas' compassion, Ratio channels that into a force to drive his pursuits. They are so different in execution and yet fundamentally the same. And though I said Andreas was left on the shores of his home for Ratio to pursue his goals, I wouldn't say that Andreas was abandoned, nor a part of Ratio that he dislikes or tries to hide, rather that it was necessary to put him aside to hone a blade sharp and proficient enough to cut through the blindfolds of ignorance within the universe. Andreas remains, and it shows when Ratio lowers his guard enough for his stoicism to crack at a joke, for his eyes to brighten at the sight of a favorite food, when he gets truly impassioned. When he gives way to emotion, that's Andreas, and I think that's a part of him that he values and considers sacred because while he prides himself on his ability to rationalize and think, that emotion is a reminder of his humanity and his origins and it is something he doesn't ever want to let go of, lest he become like those geniuses in their ivory towers.

In this sense, too, he is so very different from Jing Yuan because while they both have public personas that differ from their private identities, Jing Yuan fears revealing those vulnerabilities even to the closest of loved ones. He dislikes admitting to any sort of personal desires or to his past. Ratio, for all his pride, does not. His past is a point of pride, a point of strength and source of inspiration. His personal desires drive his selflessness, and he's not afraid to admit it.

#//about; (DOCTOR OF TRUTH)#you know i'm mentally ill about a character when i make them canon divergent enough to give them an entirely separate name #it's 2 am and i am no longer sure i make sense or am delivering my thoughts coherently but i just need to babble about this #brain: did you god of war ragnarok “loki will go. atreus remains” veritas fucking ratio #me: me: maybe #anyway LMAO have my nonsensical brainrot

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l13 · 10 months

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HELLO???