#God of War Ragnorak

[sapphire-of-midgard]

gow textposts that have been sitting in my camera roll rent free for far too long

[laconicaddict]

this is canon

[zwintrew]

BONUS:

Who came up with the idea of Mimir using a spoon to turn over the pages?….. I love it!

Atreus or Kratos having to pass a spoon to Mimir so that he can just turn over the pages and read in peace is a picture in my head that is more funny than it should be.

[gravesrising]

A game I love with me whole heart.

[akitalockwood]

Back to my GOW brainrot

Commissions

[din-skywalker]

no cause that moment when atreus comes back to kratos after asgard and he hugs him and at first kratos looks so shocked that atreus actually came back before he hugs him back and his eyes. look at his EYES. at his FACE. that's the look of a man ready to kill anyone who ever gets too near his child again. that's the face of a man ready to find whoever made his son so distraught as to hug him so tightly and kill them over and over and over again (which he does in the end). that's the face of a man ready to DIE before letting anyone even look at his boy wrong again. it just means a lot to me

[perce-jpg]

sideblog ragnarok posting

[crowrelli]

I fell in love with her design yall

[queer-irritator]

could i request a kratos x shy reader Waking Up together and cuddling and Kissing, so basically fluffy?

Of course!! You asked at a perfect time bc I just got finished with finals! One thing about me, is I love a background story. I hope you like this one ❤️

New Routines

Who’s got time to proofread anyway? 

CW: Mention of animal death/hunting

Word Count: 1,196

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It had been less than 24 hours since you spilled your feelings to Kratos. 

You weren’t expecting to, you had long accepted that your fondness of the Greek God would have to remain locked tightly in the confines of your heart, never to be shared. He had gotten into (another) argument with Atreus.

“One day you won’t be able to tell me what to do anymore!” Atreus’ voice filled the space of the small log cabin he called home as he half-hazardly stuffed items into a satchel.

“That day is not today.” Kratos argued back in his usual stern voice. 

“Guess we’ll see about that…” Atreus mumbled to himself.

“Do you have something to say, boy?”

Atreus silently closed the bag he had been filling, slung it over his shoulder and pushed pass his father to head out the door. Kratos stopped him before he could push open the squeaky wooden door by grabbing his shoulder, spinning Atreus to meet his eyes.

“You cannot go.” Kratos stated to his son. Atreus was set on assisting Sindri with a dangerous sounding mission to gather rare artifacts. 

Atreus shrugged his hand off of him, “Why can’t you just believe in me? You never let me do things by myself. I’m not a little kid anymore!” He continued out the door. “Atreus!” Kratos called after him, moving to stand in the doorway. “Don’t worry,” Atreus said, dejected, “I’m just going to sleep with Speki and Svanna tonight.” He walked past where you had been sitting to head down to his wolves. 

Kratos let out a long exhale through his nose. After standing for a moment he finally noticed you sitting on a log stump right next to the house, skinning a rabbit.

“What are you doing here?” His words came out harsher than he meant to. 

Your stomach dropped at his tone, but you didn’t let it show. “I was going to cook supper for you and Atreus tonight.” you replied to him without looking up from your task. 

“...Yes, I remember now.” He wasn’t usually the type to forget things. 

You stripped the hide off of the last rabbit you had and stood up, “Would you clean these for me?” 

“Mh.” You got a famous Kratos grunt followed by a nod. 

You started to clean the blood off your hands in a wash basin. Kratos watched you from the corner of his eye as he began dressing the meat.

“Why do you care for us?” His sudden question caused you to turn your head towards him.

“What?” Confusion was evidently spread across your face. What type of question was that? Not the type to be casually brought up in conversation, that’s for sure. 

“You cook for us… You clean for us, make sure we are well. Why?” Kratos re-explained carefully, his was soft. A stark contrast to his usual short and serious tone. 

Your feet felt glued to the earth beneath you. A light, warm summer breeze ran through your hair as you stood searching for an answer besides ‘Because I love you’. 

But it did not come. 

Kratos turned his head to you, he knew you weren’t too talkative but this much silence from you was unusual. 

“Uhm…” You swallowed thickly, starting to feel nerves shoot through your body and the pit in your stomach return, “Just because.” You knew the moment the words left your mouth, it wouldn’t be a suitable answer for Kratos. 

“Most people want something in return.” Kratos resumed rending to the rabbits.

Was he insinuating you wanted something from him? Your nerves turned into confusion, even anger. A wave of confidence washed over you. 

“Can you just accept I come around because I like you? That I like spending time with you, talking to you, just being in your presence? Why do I have to want something from you?” 

“Mmh… So you have feelings for me?” The pieces were starting to fit together in Kratos’ mind. 

“What? I never said that!” You were a little too quick to defend yourself, you could feel your heart beating in your chest. You didn’t think you’d ever been through such a rollercoaster of emotions in such a short time in your entire life. 

This only left more questions for Kratos. Why would someone like you have feelings for someone like him? What did you see in him? You knew of the awful things he’s done to the people that are closest to him.

“Why do you have feelings for me?” He asked. He finished dressing the animals and turned around to face you and await your answer.

“Oh my gods, sometimes people just fall in love, Kratos!” This might have been the first time you ever yelled at him. But the way he thinks so lowly of himself gets you so heated. Kratos walked closer to you, so he was only a foot away. He was looking over your eyes and face in confusion. 

“Love?” He spoke softly.

You felt your cheeks burning and you looked away from him and finally you could move your feet. You quickly gathered up some vegetables you foraged for dinner and made yourself busy preparing the meal.

You felt Kratos’ eyes trailing you for the rest of the night. While you chopped vegetables, stirred the stew, washed the dishes, every move, he was watching you. 

You, on the other hand, had been avoiding his gaze the entire time. It was only when Kratos announced he was going to give Atreus his dinner and talk to him that you had a chance to relax. The second he closed the door you sat down on his bed and put your head in your hands with a loud sigh.

“Why would I say something so stupid?” You questioned yourself. All you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and fade away from the world. You were so exhausted after the events of the day you didn’t notice yourself leaning down on the bed. 

You blinked your eyes open, squinting at the sunlight that poured in through the gaps of the wooden roof. Rubbing away the sleep from your eyes, you just noticed the soft blanket around you and warmth against your back. Your attempt to sit up was stifled by a strong arm tightening around your waist. You looked down to be greeted by the unforgettable scarred arms of Kratos. 

Butterflies erupted from your stomach and seemed to flutter into your throat as your cheeks warmed up. When had you fallen asleep? Why were you in Kratos’ bed with his body entangled with yours? Questions raced through your mind as your heart began to pound harder. 

Rough, calloused knuckles gently stroked your cheek. You turned your head to meet Kratos’ amber gaze. The both of you stayed, gazing at each other while Kratos’ knuckles grazed your skin for a few minutes. 

Kratos had stopped his soothing motions, drawing you back to reality. “Hi.” Your voice was hoarse from sleep, but soft. 

“Mmh… Good morning.” Kratos greeted you. He placed a kiss to your head and his beard tickled your face. 

You could definitely get used to waking up like this.

[heimheim7]

blood and war

[rinsux]

i love it when toxic becomes wholesome

[sapphire-of-midgard]

I got the God of War cookbook for my birthday AAAAA

[epilogueart]

Fimbulwinter hits hard for everyone

[andromeddog]

more misc gow stuff

[zwintrew]

Drawing Sindri in such stupid situations is my way to show him my love

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Dibujar a Sindri en situaciones estúpidas es mi manera de mostrar mi amor al personaje

Traduccion:

Sueltame-Sueltame-Sueltame

BONUS:

He doesn't regret it

Traducción:

A: Mimir. Sueltalo!

S: ¡¿Por qué me lo lanzaste?

A: ¡No fui yo!

S: JA CLARO! ¡¿Mimir aprendió a volar entonces?!

Nota: *Fue Kratos*

[miso0soup]

Modern!Angrboda wearing those super extra crochet/embroidered sweaters