#gow writing ideas

[visionsofmagic]

oh and btw, while writing thor x gn!reader, a very unholy and nasty idea came to my mind about odin's sons.

yes, odin's certain sons; thor, baldur & heimdall ^^

ok, so the idea is that, we all know they don't get well and they nearly had a moment together but just imagine how y/n (yes us, the reader) just have to deal with three of them, like they have to be in a room with these three who just want to have y/n company as physically and mentally as possible. them trying to gain y/n to themselves but in a challenging situation with each other. in the end, everything turns out to be some naughty shit. *ehe* like a uhm uhm a little *threesome* but just a litttleeee....

dunno will I write - am I this naughty, cleary but am I this naughty to write this one, well... - but I certainly would try to write it because just imagine three of them in a room with only u. they have their own ego that make them even fight for u but as a innocent one, you just tell them how they can get you... three of them at the same time... well, things would definitely turn into hell.

[baldur saying, "oh c'mon sweetie, you know who is the one you deserve. it's me, yes, I can give you something they don't have." with a blink, being naughty as hell. and heimdall suddenly interrupt, rolling his eyes, "you are sick. but," he looks at you, smirking, "if this is the case, I would be the one who taste that body of yours. clearly, I have so much more than them." thor, sitting there quietly, smirks, "I will not even try to convince you." he looks at you directly, "you already know it, right?"]

hot as hell.

[din-skywalker]

nah cause imagine if kratos HAD been killed in ragnarok. imagine how unhinged and feral atreus would have become.

i could see him bursting into an onslaught of devastating spartan rage, even as the teachings of his father's descipline runs through his mind as his body transforms and grows in size, turning into a demented drake or dragon of some kind that lays waste upon the nine realms.

it'd be the slaughter of the olympians all over again, but with atreus hunting down every single aesir god

[lieutenantbiscute]

Ok back on my bullshit if creating needless crossover au ideas:

God of War Ragnarok and Detroit: Become Human, but it’s just Týr finding himself being swept into the android revolution on his travels through America.

I like the idea that Týr is a traveler- he often disguises himself as a homeless man on said travels. Helps keep his status of godhood secret, though one winter while bunking out in an abandoned church who should come knocking on his door but the remnants of Jericho and her peoples leaders?

Obviously I’d think he’d be following their story on a radio he stole and patched up, keeping an ear to the wind about deviants and those who pass through in the alleyways. Small blessing from him to struggling androids trying to reach Jericho even though Týr himself doesn’t know where she sits specifically. The Jericho Four obviously don’t take kindly to finding a human in the church but, HC again, I like the idea of the deviant androids working with some of the homeless to get spare parts and thirium in exchange for stuff like clothing and food.

So Markus and Simon break the argument ‘Our people are cold, injured and waterlogged. We need this space for the night.’ Týr, still disguised as a homeless dude, stays hidden in one of the churches back rooms. Watching Jericho’s people silently; in pride of them taking matters into their own hands. Seeking justice in their own ways of stealing and protests and riots when words don’t work.

‘Humans are fickle beings. Seeking to wield power in swaths and failing to heed any consequences when they come knocking at their door. Creating life and failing dog to recognize its own intelligence; the failure of a parent to their child.’

Obviously this is just a small bump to Týr and his travels. He knows the people will make it through this winter, he’d thought Fimbulwinter would be the end and yet here he stood. In the shadow of new budding leaders and their cause for recognition he’ll leave once they do.

A mangy dog tailing their protest and watching from afar at the barricade they will build and the last stand they make as song breaks out over the tense silence. He knows they will be ok.

[mydarkqueen-24]

Tyr taking a Teen Heimdall for the first time in his travels to the Nine Realms. The first one they go is Vanaheim.

On their Arrival, New friendly/Allies faces appear to Welcome them.

“Ah! Friends! It’s good to see all again!” Tyr express happily toward them specially a Certain Vanir God.

“It’s really good to see you as Well Tyr! How’s My Lovely sister?” Freyr Welcome them giving a firm hand shake toward the older Aesir.

“She’s good really good helping us as always”

“That’s great she’s always love to help.. wait a minute.. is that who I think it is!!” Freyr Notice the Younger Aesir from a far.

Heimdall trying his hardest to be ‘invisible’ toward others Vanirs by staying way back has Fail completely and can only frown now that he was noticed by the Obnoxious vanir god that tries to have the title ‘Uncle’.

“Little brother why are you so far back?”

“I don’t wanna be here..” Heimdall frowns even deeper seeing the other god walking toward him.

“Heimdall! I knew it was you! Last Time I saw you, you were adorable little kid and now.. you just turning Ugly by the minute “ Freyr chuckle always annoying The kid.

“ and you being the ridiculous so called Leader for this pathetic excuse of a group you leading..” He snap at him.

“Aww I remember you only frown and glared and now you bite! Adorable! Did Daddy dearest teach you big words?” Freyr smirks this time as he ruffled the kid’s Hair.

That right there triggers the Younger Aesir angrily, really wanting to cut of his tongue for the disrespect of his Father.

“You.. how dare.. ugh! Tyr! I wanna go home!”

“We just got here Heimdall.. you know Freyr only jokes around you” Tyr chuckle lightly he knew this might happen.

[curioussquidd]

Another convo I can picture between Kratos and Astarian -

"I wish I could get rid of these. I hate them." Astarian washes his shirt in the river. It got dirty after their last battle with some undead.

Kratos doesn't bother washing any of his clothes, but he does clean the axe he favors in combat.

"Your scars?"

"Obviously! It ruins my reputation! Reminds me of people I hate, parts of myself that.. You know what? Just forget I said anything. I'm just a whelp compared to you, I'm sure."

"You are young, yes. And have much room to grow. Your past actions should not seal how you act now." Kratos pauses, looking in the water at his reflection before turning his gaze towards Astarian, "You cannot see your reflection. Why do your scars bother you still?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course they--"

"Does someone in camp point them out in conversation?"

"Ah.. No. No one points them out. Except for my own thoughts. I want to see my reflection, but then I'll see my scars too. I'll see the version of me that I hate."

"Hmm.." a low grumble, "..I share your sentiments."

"You? Hate yourself? But your as strong and stoic as Lae'zel. Your friends respect you."

"Yet they do not know my past, not all of it. Once, I let anger and vengeance rule my mind. That part of myself will never go away, no matter if I trim my beard or grow it longer--"

"So you are bald.. sorry, continue."

"Humph. My point is that hatred is taught. Including self-hate. It took time but.. You can learn to be kind to yourself, Astarian. If that is what you decide."

"Urgh, that sounds far too hard..!" He groans before setting the shirt on a branch to dry, "..You don't know what I went through, nor I you, so how can you say that with such.. optimism?"

"My son, Atreus. He is on his own journey now. Before, I did not believe I could change but he showed me otherwise. I wanted to be better for my son."

"I'm a little jealous. Just a little. He's a lucky boy to have a father like you. I don't even remember mine."

"I think you two would get along. He also has a habit of causing trouble."

"Please! The entire camp would be bored to tears without me spicing it up!"

[theninerealmsbakery]

GoW: Sword Art Online AU

I've been sitting on this idea for a couple of weeks now but wasn't sure if I could write it well, so instead I've just put some points together here.

The Odinson family have a huge tech company, Gladsheim Inc. They created this new fully body virtual reality console for Sword Art Online.

Kratos only bought the consoles because Atreus has been going crazy about it ever since he heard about it. Kratos doesn't really get it but he wants to bond with his son, so he joins to go 'adventuring' with Atreus.

Freya only owns SAO because her brother Freyr bought her a console. She joins as a possible way of getting to know Baldur a bit better (spoiler, it doesn't work).

Due to a faulty console (possibly sabotaged by Odin) Mimir's head is the only part of his body that is registered, rendering the rest of his virtual body useless. This is how he ends up as a head on Kratos' belt.

All of the Odinsons are super OP'ed because they never had to go through the level up system. Hence why Thor starts out with lightning attacks, Heimdall has time slowing powers and incredible speed and Baldur has nearly unlimited amount of heals which can practically bring him back from the dead.

It all goes to shit when everyone realises that they can't log out of the game . . .

[reploidbuddy]

Me: hmmm this song has quite the espilver vibes...

Brain: YOYOYOYO I GOT THIS ONE-SHOT IDEA—

Me: ...

Me: Uh oh

[d3c0mp0siti0nn]

First Draft/Central Idea

So originally this was just a little one shot thingy I wrote back in January on the 23rd but I ended up falling in love with the idea and it went from this to a huge writing project with 4 parts, and currently 15 chapters [I haven't made the outline for part 3 yet lol] it has two endings and a reversed ending. It's embarrassing that it's a self insert but oh well. Like I said, I wrote this back in January and it was just a little thing that I wasn't gonna post and it ended up turning into something so much bigger- it's more of a central idea and I had to change it a bit to make it line up with the current story so I'm sorry if it doesn't make any sense. Personally, I think it's bad. I think it's probably the worst and most embarrassing thing I've possibly ever written lol [Again, apologizing for the bad writing, I didn't expect to post this and thought it was just gonna sit in my Google docs forever but I edited it this morning and thought I would share it and see if ppl wanted to know more ab the story.] [[Sorry if it's out of character or anything I haven't actually *played* Ragnarök yet and am going off of videos and fanfics I've seen lmao]]

Word Count: 3,116

Miles doesn't really remember how he ended up in this sort of predicament. Where he currently was, he was laying down in his bed and next to him was a shirtless Heimdall with his back facing Miles.

It was…certainly odd. He hated Heimdall, he was the right hand man to Odin, who ruined his entire life and yet…he couldn't seem to actually spark any hatred for Heimdall no matter how hard he tried. He was still sorta in denial, but deep down Miles loved Heimdall's beautiful fluorescent purple eyes. He wanted to braid his hair and run his hands through it, they looked soft. He wanted to connect all his freckles with his fingers and name the ones that resembled constellations. He wanted to be there for him when he was having a bad day. There was so much Miles wanted to do with Heimdall, he wanted to show him gods can be kind.

Yet- Miles still really doesn't understand why he feels this way, or really how he ended up here. All Miles remembers is being in the tavern as drunken Thor talked about nothing important but Miles stayed feeling the tiniest sliver of pity for the man. Miles was only in Asgard because of Atreus, they had recently become close and this gave Miles a chance to search Asgard for something, anything to break the curse put on his family.

As Thor continued to go on and drown himself in mead, Miles’s eyes drifted around the room. They eventually fell upon Heimdall. He was sitting on a bench with a fur thing over it. He had a book in one hand and an apple in another. Miles turned his gaze back to Thor, thankfully he had passed out on the table. Miles got up, grabbed his cane and walked behind where Thor sat and gave him two harsh pats on the back. He made his way out of the tavern to go explore Asgard, it had been almost four hundred years since his last time there so there was bound to be new things. Even if Miles didn't wanna admit it, Asgard was sorta beautiful. It was weird because it felt so warm here, yet out in Midgard it was Fimbulwinter. It was obviously Odin's magic, but still.

As Miles walked around Asgard he just took it all in, the beauty of life, the way the breeze made the trees and grass dance– just everything. Miles came upon a towering, beautiful tree. It seemed familiar, like he has seen or heard about it before. Miles limped around the tree running his finger over it, observing it. Then he felt something rough under his fingers. It was a heart carved in the tree. As cute as that was it was kinda rude to the tree. Oh well. Inside the heart was "H+M"...ha that's a funny coincidence. Miles's eyes traveled down a little bit and they had more. "-Heimdall (for if he stumbles upon this he'll know it's me)"

Miles made a "hmm", "I wonder who *he* is?" Miles whispered to himself as he made his way around the tree. There were so many carvings, one said- "Am I stupid to like someone so below me?" Yup that was Heimdall alright. "Who could this possibly be about?" Miles wracked his brain for anyone who Heimdall might’ve taken an interest in and yet he came up with nothing. The carvings were very old, they must've been when he was pretty young. At the front of the tree there was a tiny piece of rolled up paper in a tiny little hole in one of the branches. Miles pulled it out and unrolled it, it read:

*"It seems as if things never change. It's been 384 years since I last saw or heard anything from or about him and yet I still feel myself drawn to come visit the tree. I have a feeling he might stumble into my hand soon. I wonder if he's seen this tree? It's all futile to l̶o̶v̶e̶ like such a pathetic god like him and yet I do. He's so below me and yet I feel a strong urge to see him. The one thing I hope is that he doesn't find this.*

*-Heimdall"*

Miles laughed a tiny bit at it. The thought of Heimdall being head over heels for someone was certainly amusing. Maybe Miles could use this against him the next time they had an argument. Miles plopped down at the front of the tree, it was a good sitting spot. Miles grabbed his book and started reading

About an hour later he heard footsteps coming behind the tree. He didn't really feel like looking so instead he just decided to let them find him. The footsteps were slow and gentle he heard a small little laugh to the right of him, where the heart and initials were. Huh, it was Heimdall. I don't think I've ever heard him laugh normally - Miles thought. Heimdall heard it and sorta stomped over to Miles. When he saw who it was he froze and his purple eyes went wide. "What are you doing here?" He spat out. Miles briefly looked up from his book. "Reading. Am I not allowed to read here? Is this your tree or something?" Heimdall looked to the tiny hole that had the note, it was still there and seemed untouched. Heimdall sighed in relief, though it came out more of a huff. Heimdall started to walk away when Miles, still looking at his book, said- "Who's M?"

Heimdall stopped in his tracks. "What." He said with a slight annoyance to his tone. "Who's the other person you carved your initials with?" Heimdall rolled his eyes and took a peek in Miles’s mind, he thought Miles was just playing dumb but he wasn't. He genuinely didn't know it was him, he had even read the note and yet still. He's so dumb - Heimdall thought. "That's none of your business." Heimdall said as he stood proud. "In your note you said you haven't heard from him in 384 years. You must've written that 11 years ago. Is this 'M' person dead or something?"

Heimdall rolled his eyes yet again. "No." Miles made an 'Ah' sound. "It's kinda funny thinking about you falling for someone." Miles said as he laughed a tiny bit while he flipped the page. "I mean the Heimdall falling for someone. It's fucking comical." A tiny part of Heimdall was a bit annoyed that he didn't realize it was him. Miles got up and put his book away and grabbed his cane which he had propped up on the tree. "I'll leave you alone now. Don't worry I won't tell anyone or anything. The fact that you have feelings is between me and you." Miles giggled a tiny bit before he limped off.

"Wait." Heimdall said. Miles turned around. "Did you say something?" - "Come back." Heimdall said a bit harshly. "Okay…" Miles walked back up to where Heimdall was. "What is it?" Miles said as he stood there, waiting for Heimdall to respond.

"It's you." He said blankly. Miles cocked his head to the side a bit. "What's me?" Heimdall groaned. "You're 'M'. The H and M in the heart stand for 'Heimdall and Miles'. I carved it when we were young. The other carvings I did 11 years ago." Miles laughed. "Ha. Yeah right. Funny joke, Heimdall." Miles looked in Heimdall's eyes as he laughed. Eventually Miles’s laughing faded. "Oh…you're– you're serious?" Miles nervously laughed. "I'm gonna go to uhm- to bed." Miles said as he limped away despite it being mid-day.

Once Miles made it back to his bed he threw off his shoes and immediately just fell on his bed. He laid on his back as he recalled what just happened. He wasn't quite sure how to feel. The right hand man to the man who stole everything from him had feelings for him…?

When Miles and Heimdall were 15, they were practically attached to the hip. Miles had heard of Heimdall, but he had just lost his family barely a year prior and he was vulnerable. Then Heimdall came along, and he was sweet and caring and it seemed like they were made for each other. Miles ended up foolishly falling in love with him. Somewhere deep down, Miles knew exactly who Heimdall was- but he was far too blinded to realize. Eventually, word got around to him and he was informed of who Heimdall was. It was terrible. He felt like such an idiot for not realizing sooner. None of it was real- what Miles felt for Heimdall was real but Heimdall's 'love' and 'affection' was all just a facade, something to pull in him closer and give him a false sense of security. So Miles, 16 and hurting, moved to Alfheim and told no one.

Miles had written something for Heimdall he was gonna send his way as a sort of explanation but he just never did. He was far too upset and didn't think Heimdall really *deserved* an explanation.

Miles flipped through all his memories with Heimdall from when they were young. They were nice. Miles never had the chance to make memories with someone close to him, given that as some cruel punishment Odin erased his family's memories of him all together. So with Heimdall he was able to make lasting memories with someone, ones that wouldn't be erased and thrown away as if they meant nothing.

He felt his eyes fill with tears just at the thought of his family. They were the only people to ever unconditionally support him and love him. He was called weak and useless and thrown away all the time simply because he couldn't do what the other gods did. He was cursed to live in the body of a woman with the soul and mind of a man and even though his family could never fully understand it they were there for him when it got hard and they helped him through it for 14 years. One day Miles got fed up with Odin's torture and went to see him. It ended in him going on an insane rampage, tearing down building after building, statues of the "great" Aseir gods, fighting Baldur, Thor, ect just quite literally tearing Asgard to shreds.

It's actually a surprise that Heimdall still felt the way he does after all that. Even after Miles tore down the place he loved so much and had such pride in, he still loved him. It was funny, really. The two of them were in a similar situation when it came to each other. They should hate one another but they couldn't bring themselves to even dislike them.

A light knock on his door made him shoot up. "Come in!" The door slowly opened, it was Heimdall. Miles laid back down. "Hi." Miles didn't know what else to say because he still wasn't quite sure how he felt. His brain, his mind knew that he was also in love with Heimdall but he just couldn't admit it. Heimdall sat at the edge of Miles’s bed. The both of them just sat there in silence, breathing in sync.

Miles eventually got the confidence to look at Heimdall. When he did his hair was all messy and his braids were kinda undone. He was sweating slightly. He must've been practicing sparring.

*I wanna braid his hair.*

Heimdall tensed up a bit and Miles could swear the tips of his ears were red. Heimdall scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Go ahead." Miles sat up and rose an eyebrow. "What?" Heimdall waved Miles off as he undid his hair. "Go ahead. Braid my hair. It's all you've been thinking all day." Miles looked at Heimdall with a quizzical look. "I never said- ooohhh." Miles inched closer to Heimdall. "Are you sure you're okay with a pathetic god like me who's so below you braiding your perfect hair?" Miles had a joking teasing tone that just had a huff from Heimdall in response.

Miles got behind Heimdall and grabbed a comb from his nightstand and gently ran it through his locks. It definitely wasn't Miles’s first time braiding his hair, infact they had braided each other's hair about a millions times when they were young. Although it was probably a lot harder for Heimdall to braid Miles’s hair on account of it being so long, but still, it was nice. That was one of his most precious memories Miles had. It was a good day, it was warm and had a light breeze. It was spring and the trees were so bright and vibrant. Miles and Heimdall had always met on a huge fallen tree in the middle of the Midgardian forest. The tree was covered in moss and Heimdall's hair always seemed to get messed up on his way climbing the tree, so Miles would always braid it. Miles had a tiny suspicion that Heimdall would mess up his hair before climbing up and just blame it on climbing to get Miles to braid his hair. Almost half a thousand years later, Miles still doesn't know the truth.

"Sorry if it doesn't come out very nice I'm a bit rusty, it's been a while." Heimdall didn't say anything as Miles started the first braid. Miles wasn’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or not but Heimdall was really leaning into Miles. Almost fully laying on him but sitting up just enough so it wouldn't make his hair look weird. "Hey Heimdall, can I ask you a question?" Heimdall hummed "When we were younger and we would meet on the tree, would you mess up your hair before climbing up so I could braid it."

Heimdall tensed up. "Why would I ever willingly mess up my hair just to get you to braid it? My hair always looked horrible after you braided it, I had to rebraid it everytime." Miles laughed. "You suck at lying." Heimdall just huffed as a response again.

A while passed and Miles was finally finished. "Okay, I'm done." No response. "Heimdall?" Miles looked down at him…he's asleep? When did he fall asleep? Sure he was quiet but he doesn't normally speak much when he's not gloating. He seemed to be sound asleep too. It had been so long since Miles saw his face so relaxed. Him and Miles used to lay down on the soft moss of the tree and just stare at the clouds. The few times Miles turned his head to look at Heimdall he always looked so peaceful in the blinding sun. His favorite times were when it got dark and cloud watching turned into star gazing. Even when Miles thought he couldn't get any prettier, the light from the moon made his face glow like bifrost. The moonlight highlighted all his best features, which was his whole face but still.

Miles watched with great interest at the mundane rise and fall of Heimdall's chest. His face was blank but it held so much emotion. He truly was the most alluring person he had ever seen. Maybe it's the nostalgia rush from pondering the past but Miles swore he felt 15 again. He felt as he did everytime he was just hanging around Midgard and Heimdall appeared to brighten his day. He felt as he did that one time when he opened the door to his little wooden cabin and saw a tiny box on his porch and once he opened it, it was an onyx stone bead bracelet with a silver square with the dagaz rune on it. He wasn't entirely sure what that feeling was but it was a weird one. It made him dizzy and euphoric, as if he was floating. It made him have a funny feeling in his chest and stomach. It was weird but not unwelcome.

"Your thoughts are so loud, do you know that?" Miles snapped out of his thinking and jumped a tiny bit. "Hmm- they are? Sorry." Miles played with Heimdall's braids a little. "I'm done braiding your hair, by the way." Heimdall got up and instead of leaving he took off his shoes and his shirt and plopped down in Miles’s bed. "What are you doing?" Miles said as he sat next to him. "Going to sleep." Miles laughed.

"Yeah I can see that, my question is why are you sleeping in *my* bed. You have your own bed." Heimdall didn't respond. Miles shrugged and laid down next to him and opted for staring at his back. Miles sheepishly reached his hand out to his back and started connecting his freckles. After a few minutes of lightly running his finger along Heimdall's back, he spoke. "What are you doing?" Miles continued to connect the freckles to one another. "Making constellations." Miles circled a few of his freckles. "These few look like Grus." He circled a few more. "And these here look sorta like Andromeda." He tapped a few more of them. "This one is Lacerta."

Heimdall just hummed. He had his back turned to Miles so it wasn't very clear if he was drifting to sleep or just didn't know what to say. Miles peeked over his shoulder to get a better look at his face. He was smiling, he tried to act as if he wasn't when Miles looked but he was. Miles turned back over on his back and yawned. After a few minutes he heard light snoring coming from Heimdall, it was cute. He tried to go to sleep but he couldn't, after longer than he'd like to admit of tossing and turning he just draped an arm over Heimdall's torso. He was a bit nervous because he wasn't quite sure how Heimdall would react, or if he'd even like it.

Heimdall grabbed Miles's arm and pulled him closer. That's how Heimdall always was though. He was never scared to speak his mind or anything he just believed in actions speaking louder than words. When they were younger, Heimdall always seemed to give Miles something as an apology rather than just saying sorry. Whether it was something as easy to find as some pretty flowers or something like a new knife made by Sindri, that was always his way of apologizing and showing he cared without having to say it.

It was going to take the two of them a while to get used to this, there was gonna be a lot to work out but it was worth it. Because in the end they had each other, and even since they were young that's all they ever needed.

[barardragoni]

since the hero of the wild has gone through more world ending crisis than most other links it would be interesting to see when he will next be featured. I would love to see an instance where Riju, now in her late 70s has stepped down a little under a decade ago for the first Gerudo king in a millennia, Ganondorf. The sages were hesitant at first but he seems to not be the same as the one Link fought half a century ago. as of late Ganondorf has started getting more shifty, hold up in the bunker under Gerudo town planning and going on frequent trips to the Lightning temple. Riju is getting worried so she seeks out Link to help her. Link, the swordsman and hero of the wild is hold up in a cave in the Akkala region. since Zelda's passing from an illness a few years ago Link and his daughter, also named Zelda have been rather isolated except for occasional trips for supplies and visits from the sages. when Riju comes to Link asking for his help in finding out what Ganondorf is up to. Link dons his old rusty sword and his old green battle tunic, and heads out with his daughter to walk to Gerudo town. the road is filled with Bokos and Moblins and even a red Hynox on the bridge in front of Gerudo Valley, even with an old rusty sword they are no problem for him and he uses it as a training opportunity to help his daughter's accuracy. Once Link, Zelda, and Riju all cross the desert and get to Gerudo Town, they meet with Ganondorf who comes across as confident if a bit menacing. through careful sneaking and ease dropping they learn Ganondorf has found something in the Lightning temple. When Link and Riju are sifting through Ganondorf's study while he is on an expedition they find that he believes it is one of the 3 pieces to something called the Tri-Force. Due to a failure in supply Ganondorf had to turn back and walks in when link is preparing to leave the study and there is a brief confrontation with Ganondorf which ends in link, Riju, and Zelda being thrown out of Gerudo Town and restricted entry. Riju goes off to the oasis south of Gerudo Town and Link and Zelda set off on a journey to find the other two pieces of the Tri-Force before Ganondorf can. Through this Adventure Link and Zelda meet with the other 3 sages, The Sheika (Purha, Robbie, Impa, and Paya) and travel through the depths, surface, and sky. they find the Tri-Force of Wisdom locked away in the depths and the Tri-Force of courage awakens in Zelda after the Tri-Force of wisdom chooses Link to bear it.

[visionsofmagic]

An heimdall x reader where the reader is a greek goddess, the daughter of Zeus and came to Norway with her brother Kratos. When ragnarok comes she gets Odins attention and he wants to take her as a second wife but it’s heimdall she grows feelings for when she gets taken to Asgard by Odin

I love how every anon has significant and unique story prompts! thanks for requesting this story for me to write because I love it and so much drama, pain... oh, I am literally going to write it as soon as possible as I finish other requests. Normally, I do one shots from requests but I can give this one a few chapters.

thanks! ♥️ ur idea is so good. 😍

[diningopossum]

kratos from g/d of w/r...... my pred crush

[angstandhappiness]

Heh

me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from

[mydarkqueen-24]

I would love to write a Kratos x Heimdall but modern AU, Kratos as a Chief Officer and Heimdall a Tattoo Artists.

You can tell where I’m going for this.

Kratos discovered that his son have a particular Tattoo on his Leg and Demanded where he get it without his permission, Even though Atreus is already 18 years old, Kratos will not tolerate the rebellion of his son and went to the tattoo artist store to demand an explanation of legal permission. But cannot do anything because Heimdall throw him all the legal documents stating every decision can be made if they are 18 years old. Heimdall smirking cause the Chief Officer cannot take away anything cause everything is by the law correctly.

and that’s how they met from now on.

Even though The fandom die down a bit I still love those two very much.

[lokis-wager]

I just thought of the dumbest thing ever at work but i find funny the idea of Fenrir confusing one of Atreus 'toys' (if you know what I mean) with his dog toys and it's a damn running around the house to take it out of his mouth

Fenrir NOOOOO-

[deftosweet]

GoW Headcanons Pt.2!!!

Author's note: Thank you very much for the support!!!! It truly motivates me to continue with my writing!! (Don't forget to follow me too!!)

And today's topic... Kratos having a crush on you! A different theme from the previous one, I hope you like it!

GOD WHAT A MAN 😍😍

At first he thought that it was simply a confusion and that he would get over it, I think it would be difficult for Kratos to accept that he's feeling something like that since Faye.

Maybe it would take him a couple of days to think about it and analyze his emotions better.

Little by little he begins to fill some pages of his diary talking about you, giving descriptions of the way you are, how you talk to him, even the way you walk. I think Kratos is someone who notices those kinds of details about someone.

It is a little bit difficult for him to admit his feelings towards you in his diary, but when he does he begins to explain to himself through his writing how he fell in love with you.

Finishing those pages in his diary would probably help him decide to start courting you.

He would start very subtly, that's for sure

Acts of service and words of affirmation are Kratos' love language!!!!

A little less quiet than before, he tends to ask more often how your day was or if you need help with something.

He likes to go hunting for you, even if you don't ask him to, he does it sometimes.

Kratos could listen to you ramble for hours.

He really likes hearing your laugh, even if Kratos is not the most talkative nor is he that funny, he would do everything possible to see you happy.

He gets very overprotective. Oh he really does.

He is quite gentle when it comes to physical contact (Have you seen how he touches and holds Faye in the game?!? 😍)

Subtle physical contact, even if he's quite experienced, i think that Kratos wants to take it slow. Maybe just putting his hand on your shoulder... Anyways he wouldn't refuse a hug from you.

Kratos would like you to realize his feelings towards you for yourself, I feel like he would be just a bit embarrassed by the idea of confessing them, especially when he is just realizing that he has a crush.

He doesn't get nervous easily, and if he does there's obviously no way to know.

I feel like maybe... Kratos tends to smile slightly more often when he's with you without realizing it. Even if is just a little, the difference is still there.

Author's note: bro this post got me all silly kicking my feet, twirling my hair and giggling over a fictional man...

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Why..? Now I just imagine it with the gods I like writing. 👀

Humans manage to adapt and build weapon enough to actually capture Gods to used them as weaponize soldiers or even slaves or pets.

A fantasy world with an industrial revolution, where Gods are hunted like whales were.