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felrend · 1 year
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He loves them 🥹
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ufohmy · 1 year
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kald-dal-art · 1 year
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another year and another sixfanarts, most requests were from Instagram but Pinocchio was requested by @thecat-isblogging-blog and Papa Emeritus III by @mulligrub here on Tumblr
Very fun a lot of characters I haven't really drawn before
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howlingday · 3 months
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Ask Jaune is kratos grandson. Team CREM Isabel to learn what happens when you touch one of his kin at the fall. The brother gods are lucky they ain't got shit to do with this.
The End Beginning
Everywhere Kratos looked, he saw only chaos. As much as he desired to join the fight against the invading Grimm, his family came first. Unfortunately, that meant Jaune, his grandson, was left behind while he guided the rest of his family to the bullheads. He would have to come back for Jaune.
"Grandpa, wait-!" Saphron called to him while her wife held their crying son close.
"I must go back for Jaune!" He barked in reply.
"But-!"
"Let him go, Saph." His son replied. The two men looked to each other, and both nodded. "Keep him safe."
Kratos nodded again, then ran from the bullhead. It roared as it took to the sky behind him, now filled with evacuating citizens. A griffon attempted to charge the aircraft, only to find its head had been separated from its neck. Kratos held his hand out as his family escaped and his axe returned to his hand.
He then joined the Battle for Beacon.
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Jaune and Pyrrha fled from Beacon Tower, panting as Ozpin was left to battle the newly made Fall Maiden alone. Pyrrha then looked to the top of the tower, noticing the flare of light high above.
"Hang on, I'll call Glynda." Jaune pulled out his scroll. Before he sent the call, Pyrrha's locker landed with a crash behind him. He hurried around to where a now empty locker sat. "Pyrrha, what are you doing?!"
"I have to go, Jaune." Pyrrha replied, not taking her eyes off the tower. Save, only, for when a horrible shriek echoed from above.
A Grimm, one far more massive than any they had ever face before, landed with a crash on the top of the tower. It screamed as rocks and debris fell to the ground from above. As if on instinct, Pyrrha ran for the tower.
"Pyrrha, wait!"
"I have to, Jaune!"
"Why?!" He shouted. "Just wait until-!"
"I can't, Jaune!" She shouted back. "This... This is my destiny!"
"Then... Then let me go with you."
"You can't!"
"Why not?!"
Pyrrha clenched her first, struggling to look Jaune in his beautiful, blue eyes. Much like how she allowed her passion take hold of her, she too took hold of Jaune and pressed her lips to his. Tears began to flow from her eyes as he returned her kiss, confirming his feelings for her were as mutually felt as his. She then let her hands slip below to his chest...
...and shoved him into her locker, slamming it shut.
"PYRRHA, NO!" He smashed his fist on the inside of the door. She could only reply with a sob as she tapped on her scroll, pushing in the coordinates of somewhere safer. She then turned away and ran after pressing the launch button. "PYRRHA!" He cried as he lifted into the air.
"HRRGH!" She turned and saw a burly man taking hold of the locker, risking his arms of burning from the launch jets. "JAUNE! CURL!" He roared over the engines, then stepped away as he pulled it down, closer to him. Once he pulled it down, he let go and allowed it to crash to the tower. More debris then fell atop it, sealing the locker under rubble of solid stone.
"JAUNE!" Pyrrha screamed, running to the pile of rocks covering her lover. As she removed the first stone, the locker was pulled free from the stone prison. Jaune's grandfather then ripped open the metal door.
"Grandpa?" Jaune looked to the towering man. Or, well, towering from where he lay.
"Can you stand?" His grandfather asked.
"Yeah." He then pulled himself free from the metal near-casket. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to help you."
"Oh, uh..." Jaune looked over to Pyrrha, he saw her run for the door. "Wait, Pyrrha, no!"
Before she could enter, an axe soared through the air, lodging itself inside the elevator. Pyrrha ducked and stayed low to the floor, looking up to find the blue blade humming above her. She looked behind her, finding Jaune and his grandfather approaching her. The older of the two lifted his hand, and his axe returned to his hand.
"Why did you attack my grandson?" He asked, a rumble of rage in his voice.
"I- I didn't!" Pyrrha replied.
"You sought to trap him inside the locker." He reasoned. "Why?"
"He..." She gulped. "I have to face my destiny."
"You would seek your death alone?"
"I have to do this!"
"Not without me!" Jaune argued. "We're partners, Pyrrha!"
"No, I..." Pyrrha swallowed. "I can't risk losing you, Jaune!"
"Then you would risk him losing you. You would risk being selfish."
"No, that's not-"
"Ozpin is dead, Pyrrha!" Jaune argued,
"And you believe you would succeed where he failed?" The burly elder summarized. The Grimm above roared again, drawing attention to the trio. "Against that?"
Pyrrha wanted to cry. She had been selfish. In her haste to meet her destiny, she had forgotten how powerful she truly was, with half of her life drained by the machine below the tower. She'd forgotten how much more powerful her enemy truly was.
"I will destroy the Grimm." The bearded man said. "You may assist."
"But-" Pyrrha felt a hand on her shoulder. Following the arm, she found Jaune looking at her with a determined face, those same beautiful eyes filled with tears.
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"Your grace..." Salem did little more than tilt her head as her pawn, Cinder Fall, returned. Even looking away, she could hear her ragged breaths and the dripping of blood on the floor near the Seer. "We... We failed."
"You failed?" Salem asked. "And pray tell, how did you fail to destroy Beacon?"
"I..." There was a pause, followed by softer breathing. She'd passed out.
"There was a man." Cinder's pawn, Emerald, answered in her place. "Someone we didn't account for."
"A mere man stopped you?" Salem asked. She then turned, her piercing red eyes narrowed. She was fully aware of what killed her Wyvern, and even moreso aware of his history. "Or was it a Ghost?"
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haveievermentioned · 4 months
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I made a compass for games where you play as Dads! Responsibility is for how responsible are they for the plot or end of the game, effect is how much changed due to their actions.
Explanations /descriptions below.
Top left is Joel Miller from The Last of Us. The end of the game and the events of 2 can be tied to his actions, but it's unclear how much over all changed due to his actions.
Top right is Kratos from God of War (2018). He's destroyed two pantheon so high effects. Baldur did pick a fight with him to kick off Norse stuff, but many actions before and after that are due to his choices.
Bottom left is Kiryu from Yakuza. I'll admit I'm not super sold, but it's low responsibility as he keeps trying to retire but stuff happens and low effects as the plots mostly revolve around Japanese criminal politics.
Bottom right is Dad!NieR. He was mostly tricked or goaded into his actions (you find out towards the end of the game how the entire society was set up mostly just for the plot to happen, though parts got away from everyone.) But it also cements the destruction of basically every sapient being so... high effects.
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sixteenthchapel · 11 months
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little bit of a jttw wip since its been a hot minute since ive posted anything involving these hopeless pilgrims. im sure some of yall can probably guess the context lol
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deadgirlrolling · 9 months
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Playstation all stars battle royale memes.
If there is a specific character you want me to do, just ask
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h-worksrambles · 1 year
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Kratos 🤝 Papa Nier
Angry, stoic old men who would literally tear the world down for their child and have a disembodied voice who they bicker incessantly like an old married couple with.
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supercityboys · 1 year
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I keep on posting about dad’s who will go to the end of the world for their children
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masteryoftheseas · 11 months
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@nectaric​ (Kratos to Pallas) asked: “ you don’t know what it was like. ” from 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴.
  There was no arguing with his son on the matter. Pallas nor did Styx have wings so they couldn’t provide firsthand experience with the feathery bodily features. And while he did not bare them himself, Pallas’s youngest brother, Astraeus did and he saw the struggles the titan fought through growing up. 
  Winged Astraeus couldn’t join his older brothers in the sea their mother possessed and learning to walk was a nightmare. Pallas’s heart broke every time his brother tried to find his balance and would ultimately fall to his knees in disappointment. But it was the disgust and dissatisfaction of their father’s face watching the messy display that angered him. Just another reason to despise the Ram. 
  And when Astraeus finally learned to grasp himself as a winged titan, he could hear their father and his condescending words. The displeasure the amount of time it took for him to properly walk and function without falter. And when Pallas learned his own children would bare wings, he swore not to carry the same discernment. He would give them all the space and time they needed to learn how to function with their wings. No pressure. Give his children what his little brother deserved growing up. 
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  “You’re exactly right, Kratos. But I know someone who does,” Pallas offered his son with a gentle smile. “My brother, your uncle, Astraeus does. I may not be able to help you personally from my own experience, but you have other family for that. And what I do know is that he is ready and willing to guide you and your siblings on the matter.” The Titan’s smile then shifted into a smirk as he leaned in closer to his son. “And between you and me, Astraeus has been impatiently waiting to one up me for once. So, I need you and your siblings to outfly him for your old man. If he ever has winged children, outfly them too. We can’t have him besting his oldest brother now, can we?” He chuckled before patting Kratos on the shoulder in a playful manner.     
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miemmiem · 1 year
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Kratos papa
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felrend · 1 year
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“Can I…sleep in here with you?”
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the-shy-artisan · 2 months
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so wtf does calliope call kratos? in the novels, she calls him “papa" or “daddy,” and in chains of olympus she refers to him as "father."
i'm only asking 'cause i have a future fic in mind and i'm not sure which one to choose lmao
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stupidrant · 4 months
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hey man you got some more random atreboda headcanons for me please 👁️👁️
since u asked so nicely anon <3333
underdressed bf x overdressed gf
comparing hand sizes (lets guess who's idea THAT was 🙄)
atreus teaches angrboda to shoot his bow and she teaches him more jotnar magic 🥲
daughter-in-law angie asking papa-in-law kratos for takeout bc he said no to tretre but now tretre is using angie for what he wants bc he knows kratos cant say no to his daughter in law (spoiler alert, it worked.)
modern HS/early college AU where atreus convinces angrboda to skip class and ofc she says yes after the 3948th ask 😭 he takes her all around the city and blows up his card being stupid and is on punishment for a month
they made it a routine to meet up, (if they’re not already living together) cuddle and watch the stars together at their favorite place✨
making bracelets or other jewelry for eachother
Modern AU where angrboda and atreus are almost joined together at the hip and are troublemakers anywhere they go and not having a care in the world whoever thinks terribly of them. They're borderline if not actual felons at this point but as long as they have eachother, nothing else matters.
angrboda teaching atreus how to do her hair and now he cant stop putting her in hairstyles that he thinks she’d look good in 😭 also likes to put flowers in her hair
angrboda likes to make random knitted items, accessories or clothing for the both of them and atreus is seen with atleast one of those items a day (everybody’s like hey man where’d you get that thing from and hes like, my gf 😁)
While in their animal forms, they play alongside fenrir and jormie and the other ironwood animals
famous painter!angrboda, aspiring artist!atreus
Due to atreus’ greek blood, he retains alot of body heat and angrboda uses him as her personal heater when its too cold lol
both of them redoing their existing tattoos and or making new ones on eachother 🥺
Modern au where theyre popular tattoo artists
angrboda likes to play with his ears and this causes him to sleep everytime regardless of human or wolf form 😂😂
before laufey left jotunheim, her and angrboda’s parents were close. Laufey swore to protect them in their next lives when they meet once more 🥺 although its mostly from his own feelings of love, atreus doesnt realize that his need to protect angrboda also comes from the promise of their parents, unknowingly fulfilling his (and his mother’s) duty even further 💔🥹
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mercur1e · 2 months
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Just a silly thought i had- what if the god of war characters were adorable cats???
Okay so Kratos would be named Kittos, and he’d be a white maine coon with a scar on his eye! (deep down he’s a black cat to me though) OH AND HE’D HAVE A CRUNCHY MEOW!! You’d have to slowly earn his trust for him to feel comfortable with you petting him or getting near his baby. Otherwise he will hiss and bite. He comes and goes as he pleases.
Atreus would be Mewtreus, and he’d be a little orange tabby kitty!! He’ll always be following behind his papa💗 He has a high pitched meow that slightly deepens as he becomes a teenager.
Faye would be a pretty orange Norwegian forest cat, who Mewtreus got his looks from. Her name would be the same because I think it’s just so pretty. A soft, light meow and she’s very watchful yet playful! For an outdoor cat she’s not very dirty at all!
Freya would be a Balinese cat and Freyr would be a Balinese or Siamese cat! Their names would be Mewa and Mewer :) Mewer really loves his uh…cat grass. He cuddles nicely and has a stuffed toy boat named Skiðblaðnir that he loves very much💖
Mimir would be an Oriental shorthair because he loves to talk, and oriental shorthairs are too! Of course i’m going to name him Mewmir😂 He’d be a sweet little kitty who needs a kitty wheelchair but trust he’s always on bumpers when it’s time to fight! He loves pets and will meow until you give him what he wants.
Sindri would be a Sphynx cat but has patches of hair, and Brok would too but he’d be bald(totally NOT because Brok is a skirted egg) They have skippty pap sessions sometimes but they’ll put aside their differences quickly. Sindri loves his personal space, but Brok also loves Sindri’s personal space.
Thor would be an orange persian cat who is fiercely protective of his last daughter, Mewed. (I’m not very creative with the names I know) He will hiss and swat at anyone that gets too close to his baby except for Sif. Has a deep meow and beautiful coat.
Baldur is an Abyssinian and only lets those close to to him pet him, and does not like his mother. He is an outdoor cat that will only come back every blue moon. Kittdur loves to hunt, and would bring back dead prey to as presents.
Sif would be named Sniff and is a Siberian Forest cat! She won’t meow much, but when she does it’s very adorable.
Odin would also be an either an Oriental shorthair because he also talks A LOT !! If not an oriental cat, he’d be a Cornish Rex. Meowdin would be one of those cats that steps on your face in the middle of your night.
Angrboda would be an adorable Calico Kitty!!!! Meowgrboda is her name🫶🏽 She and Mewtreus will cuddle on occasion. She’s the kind of kitty who will stay in your arms all night and snuggle you! She loved to be picked up and enjoys challenging toys. She’s an adorable indoor cat who loves her toys!
Heimdall would be named Hissdall and is a Turkish Van who hisses at everyone except his owner. Will swat at other cats and enjoys his solitude. He tried to bite Mewtreus one time and Kittos didn’t take kindly to that.
Týr would be a brown oriental shorthair, is surprisingly very quiet for his breed but sweet as can be! Will circle around your legs for pets! Has the trademark honk meow and it’s a true treat to hear it.
Do you guys know that one cat meme and it’s just like cuddled nicely vs. bit my ass? Yeah that’s Mewer and Hissdall.
This was fun to write!! I’d would like to write about the Valkyries as cats next, would anyone be interested in seeing that? Please let me know if you are! :)
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The Children of War: Thoughts on Calliope.
I know there's a lot of contention about Calliope returning at some point in the future, even though I'm on the rocks about it and can see it being both an interesting plot point and a regression of the original story.
But there is something so heartbreaking about the idea of Atreus somehow meeting this girl that still carries her wooden flute like a lifeline. And she sees this lanky boy with bright red hair and blue eyes and little features that make her eyes blurry because her papa left her and he has been gone for so long.
Especially if we have Atreus leave Kratos at the end of Ragnarok. Only to somehow find this girl who talks about the flute her papa carved for her, reminding him of the wooden toys and the knife he still carries on his belt his father had made for him? How these two children saw how war destroyed the father they don't realise they share in different lights; one whose life was cut far, far too short by her own father's blade and one who carried that same rage in him and was terrified of what he could do?
Calliope is the ghost of everything Kratos didn't want for Atreus. She is the centre of all his fear and secrets and lies that in turn hurt Atreus. The source of every nightmare and hesitation that almost cost Kratos another child. The idea of these two children meeting and becoming friends and learning to realise through one another that their father never wanted to hurt them and in his resolve to do better he made many, many mistakes.
And the image of Kratos falling to his knees when he sees his children together because he thinks he is too late and Atreus has joined all the other ghosts of those he loves? I'm conflicted.
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