I think, this post has to be done to introduce, who I am, so here it is.
I'm Kirse, twenty one years old goth female from Ukraine. However, I can use any pronouns, I mostly don't care about such things.
I'm writer and linguistic rat, who likes to read ancient books and adores my native literature.
I'm lesbian, if you care, and I'm supportive of LGBTQ+. Every person have their right to love and be themselves.
I will post whatever that interests me. Maybe there will be fics and screenshots from ts4.
Most interests is:
- Sims 4;
- Mayhem;
- Transformers;
- God of war;
- Dethklok:
- Goth subculture;
- Alt fashion;
- Nature.
I respect and support everyone who is willing to respect me. Every person, regardless of their race, gender, religion, nationality, orientation, gender, or sexuality, should be judged solely by their actions and behavior, not by what is part of their identity. Be polite, respect me and yourself, and stay out of politics. I have enough of it in real life.
My native language is ukrainian, obviously.
I can speak: english (~75% of knowledge, full understanding), german (60%), norwegian (50%), tatar and russian.
Important note: the fact I can speak russian doesn't make me an war ally. As a linguist, I think that language should be out of politics, but as a ukrainian I strongly don't support russian government and n*zis, so stay away from me, if you support any of these. No one will support a government that throws bombs at us. I'm willing to communicate, but only if you respect me and my country. Thank you for understanding.
As I said before, my art level is quite low. Maybe I'll try to overline those sketches when I'll have stable electricity, lol-
Also I'll draw all her tattoos a bit later.
'Bout fem!Baldur. I reckon she could have been the perfect Aesir princess before coming of age. I’ve got a similar headcanon for the original Baldur: up to a certain point, he tried to keep it together, but then he snapped (which doesn't excuse him at all or make him any less dangerous and unhinged). The goddess of spring lost the plot centuries ago. I’m not sure what hairstyle to give her. The concept is that during a severe breakdown, she’ll cut her hair off one way or another, but I don't know which look would be more fitting. The last three sketches are dedicated to exactly that. By the way, she goes topless because she rejects her femininity and views a naked body as threatening rather than attractive. She’s just as fucked up as the original. Maybe even a bit worse.
Btw, I view her voice as quite low and hoarse, because she yells far too often.
My thoughts on sons of Sparta (spoilers below cut)
So I just finished SOS and while I do love the game, my feelings are mixed.
To start with the good: it's absolutely gorgeous. I adore the pixel style- every single frame is a piece of artwork. The combat itself is simple but very satisfying and fun. I did get frustrated when I died and got transported really far back in certain sections, but aside from that and occasional glitches, the gameplay was great.
By FAR my favorite parts are the interactions between Kratos and Calliope (duh, y'all all know what I'm about here). It's so wonderful finally seeing them interact and you can really tell that Calliope brings out a certain rare gentleness in her father. I thought it was complete genius on the part of the devs frame the story through the context of Kratos telling it to his daughter for a few reasons:
The tone is very light and would absolutely not be consistent with the brutal world of the greek saga, but it's heavily implied that Kratos is omitting/adding information as he's telling Calliope what went down. There's a moment where Calliope asks if Kratos is telling the truth about the talking griffin and monkeys (who are all very T-rated silly characters) , and she says something like "first a talking monkey, now a griffin? Is this really a true story, father?" and Kratos teasingly replies "I could not invent such things. Believe them or do not." There is another moment where Calliope expresses surprise at how 'nice' everyone in the story is, but as she's speaking she says 'I thought everyone in the agoge was mean... unless there are things you're not telling me,' in a faltering sort of way. Kratos omits the abuse he endured, and probably many other things he doesn't want her to hear about.
What is true depends entirely on interpretation. I personally do not consider the events in this game strictly canon, and also think that a lot of how Deimos and Kratos specifically are characterized is less the truth of how they actually were at that age, and more a reflection of how Kratos perceived his brother AND how he wishes he himself had acted. Kratos is honestly way too kind, but I have a feeling that Kratos's recollections reflect what was unspoken or unrealized while he was living the events of the game. He expresses a lot of guilt for having not done his duty to Visilis and even tells Deimos how it was good he (Kratos) was whipped because it made him stronger, but Kratos also admits how painful that beating was. I have a very hard time seeing child Kratos being as noble as he was in this game, but again, I don't think the story is intended to be taken as the whole truth.
The negatives... much as I enjoyed myself, I felt frustrated with how shallow the characters were. Amara and her father served no purpose, and Atreus/Eis disappointed me. I think it could have been a super cool reveal, but up to the point where Eis reveals himself as Atreus, he is basically treated as a throwaway character. I found myself bored with all the characters that weren't Deimos, Atreus, Calliope, or that Krypteia guy. They're cute, but not very compelling. I also wish they'd gone for a more 'old fashioned' way of speaking. The dialogue is very modern and it doesn't mesh well with the setting.
I was also so disappointed that Lysandra got fridged yet again. Child Kratos actually mentions her like, once in the story. I was initially fine with Lysandra not being in the game because I assumed the devs were trying to be compliant with the 2010 comic, in which Kratos and Lysandra meet as adults. However, they are already friends in SOS. I still gave some benefit of the doubt because Atreus also hadn't showed up yet, so I thought that perhaps they were saving both of their characters for later media, but no. It rubs me the wrong way that Atreus, who wasn't even in the og saga, gets his time to shine, but Lysandra doesn't. She is such a core part of the series and I'm really tired of her being ignored.
But all in all, great game for Greek saga fans. I don't think I'll incorporate most of it in to my 'canon' for Kratos's backstory, but it was still super satisfying to play, despite some narrative choices I didn't like. What did y'all think?
Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.
Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.
Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.
The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.
Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.
We Don’t Know What Comes Next
There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help
I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:
Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.
Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
It's been a while. My country is being blown up by energy crisis and bombing by some certain evil-ass neighbor, so I didn't show up as soon as I wanted to. However, I'm in safe space rn and I can post again, woohoo! So yeah, I want to redraw some shitass eastern slavic memes (it's mostly russian, unfortunately or fortunately) with our agressive greek boy, but I'm fucking shy. Like, I'm adult and I never drawn like seriously. I never thought about myself as an artist (I'm mostly a writer, and I can't even show it properly because I'm writing in my native language way better than in english, lol) and I drew low quality anime-ish things with girls and young bishonens, so idk how it'll turn out. Buuut I really want to draw shit with Kratos, so yes, do you want to see it? It will be cringy, but I'll be free finally.
The way Kratos talks about Sparta in Ragnarok feels so OOC to me. Spartans, especially a Spartan officer, would have taken a lot of pride in being tough enough to survive the agoge, proving they are 'worthy' of becoming Spartan. That pride is on full display through the entirety of the Greek saga, but in Ragnarok Kratos condemns the agoge. It makes sense that Kratos wouldn't raise Atreus as he himself was raised (I'm sure he would have been so afraid of harming/killing Atreus that he wouldn't dare lay hands on his son), but I can't see Kratos as having a perspective on his Spartan upbringing other than respect. It feels like the creators injecting their modern sensibilities onto an ancient culture, and I think the only reason he was not harsh in that way to Atreus is because he never wanted to risk hurting his child again.
I don't know, why (I know, but my head is killing me and I can explain it only in my native language, so I'll explain it later in another post), but it's just... Him.
I even thought about AU, where Freya managed to ressurect him, but in strange centaur-like way — and therefore her beloved boy became a... Lynxtaur???
Just imagine him as fucking literal big cat.
Baldur is already a walking catastrophe, and this can turn him into some fucked up weird creature.
Could you write something about Thor from gow as a yandere? Shooting my shot on getting my chubby man 😅Thank you
— Yandere HCs of Thor Odinson
Warnings: Yandere behavior, GN! Reader, unhealthy relationship, kidnapping & stalking, heavy alcoholism, details of depression, suicide thoughts(?), and violence (not at the reader).
A/N: Deeply wanted to post this first before Freya’s! Hole you enjoy, anon <3
While alcohol is one of Thor’s bad habits, you assuredly beat top—keep his rare, sober self clean as he desperately awaits your approval. Inhaling your words like oxygen itself. His obsession is a deep, instinctive, and inescapable type of devotion; a need to be near you, protect you, to ensure above all that nothing can ever take you away from him. Being heavily steered into violence if challenged. But, sharing a hold so faint, a ghost of touch, his fingers tracing the inner of your jaw, acting as if he hadn’t killed someone for you.
Of course, it’s shown that the mead is his support. His backbone. His stability. Swishing those complicated and oppressed feelings down his ragged throat. Drinking away every issue, every single regret, every beaten doubt he has about himself. It’s indeed the best way to enjoy the rest of his solaced evening.
The burning sensation of the ale never bothers him, but somehow, you do—you always have, and you forever will.
His eyes lay upon you from across the noisy tavern, an aura so different in the realm of Asgard. Lungs burning, a feeling of hazy butterflies spreading through his chest. Slurs of hiccups that nobody but you can understand. His eyes sharpened, watching how you loudly challenge for a drinking contest, boasting how you could outdrink anyone. And that itself, made him belly out a chilling chuckle. One that could be heard and felt. An ordinary challenge taken to the bone with Thor. It’s a go-to activity he looks forward to almost daily.
Or seeing you, the sweet, kind, and swelling type of person that rarely ever bothers him. Allowed him to drink alone, yet offered him a shoulder to babble on when needed. You didn’t treat him any less of a person, nor talk him down– like All Father did. Still, you willingly choose not to. It amazed him then, and it still amazes him now.
Sure, the amount of mead he consumed was certainly concerning, but you never outright said it. The look in your eye gave it away. A gaze tighter, lines around your eyes more pronounced; a faint, almost imperceptible crease formed between your brows. Blinking less often when he slurred his words, right until he mumbled on—an easy, gliding scenario sat beside each other to where he finally opened up one night. Vulnerability spilling out. Admitting just how miserable it is to be alone; have a strained relationship with his only daughter; and how lonely and angry he felt. Everything had gone to shit, especially with his two boys.
He knew the actions he chose were more than horrible and the chances of him making it up were low. You didn’t need to remind him, as everyone did.
Instead, you chose not to, teaching him that despite how big a mistake, it will get better. He can be better, a force of hope. Comforting him and nodding along with no unnecessary advice. No side-eyeing. Never offering solutions until he asks– always ends up with those eyes staring. A blue that didn’t soothe, but burned. Sharp as lightning, sizzling your skin that stuns your every move. Catch your breath still.
And each time his irises bore into your soul, you can feel the intensity of it. Harrowing through the back of your skull, the sort that raises gooseflesh on the nape of the neck. The room goes quiet as he calls your name, grumbling and motioning you to sit next to him. It’s an invitation that sends shivers down your spine.
Everyone knows his infatuation, yet, nobody dares mention it. Not even your friends. His reputation is threatening, just as his height. Direct as his gaze and hair-raising touch.
Even when Heimdall may mention something, the crack in his jaw is enough to halt the galling God. Beginning to tease before being shut down by Odin himself. All-Father knows how important your presence is to Thor, and despite his own opinion, the ignorant fool is smart enough not to mess with you. Even when he wants you gone, out of the picture, your entire presence is important. You let the ginger function, and that alone, is a tool for All-Father. Even if it is obvious, you are a threat.
And despite what you understand, your opinion matters more than anyone. Better than his own father. Far better than Sif. Truly more hypnotizing than Thrúd. Surpassing Kratos ever did when he tried fighting him. That look in your eye, has him grasping for your touch, begging for you to do anything but hate him.
It’s when you ask a favor, that he breathes out the sentence—I love you—like it’s him against the world. Staring at you like you’ve changed him and in so many ways, you have. You don’t make him feel like a burden; treat him as a weapon. But view Thor, as a man, not a God. Perhaps even your man. Your husband and beloved.
The first kiss is frenzied, desperate, and so earnest. It’s rumbling like a storm. Heavy with all the things he can’t say out loud. Thor’s lips meet yours, holding you so closely. The soft but prickly beard brushes against your chin and cheeks. Fingers digging into your hips, his breathing ragged and irises following your every twitch. He doesn’t move, until you do—a reassurance strong in his mind—fingers caressing your cheek, blunt nails tracing small shapes. Never letting go, until you choose to do it.
Though, your choices also count in how your future plays. By chance, you decline his devotion, he’s far broken. Angry. Surely embarrassed to think that of course, you would indulge him in marriage. How foolish of him, yes?
In reaction, Thor’s emotions are erratic, just as your public appearance. You disappear out of the blue. Belonging still, as if they hadn’t been touched in days, and waiting for you. Pets are just as gone, ideal food, and dishes taken. Everyone assumes the worst, but can’t do anything—Thor just chuckles at your friend’s worries, snapping at them that you are well and safe. Thrúd assures them that you are happily her step-parent, the greatest person in the world. Your old life is merely meaningless, now.
Life in Asgard is incredibly smothering. Thor doesn’t know how to hold back– not in a fight, not in bed, not in love. Everything is overwhelming, a fear of you leaving deeply imprinted in his brain, being a hovering shadow. Even if you were to use the bathroom, he's right behind you. Someone unrecognizable approaching you has his thumbs wrapped around his hammer. Tightening as they engage with you more, jealousy fuels his entire being. His shadow, despite your height, looms over the two of you. Grunting in response as they leave, asking what they want, and how it is associated with you. His shift in weight creaks the floorboards, a constant reminder that privacy is nonexistent.
Despite that, you’re allowed to have friends and family. He doesn’t isolate you, completely.
It’s just that Thor’s jealousy is a sensitive time bomb; once it reaches the top, it’s nearly impossible to pull back down. Break off. His attention, his anger, is solely focused on the threat. To eliminate any remark that could or can hurt you.
But, despite his love for combat—the violent desire, and impulse to tear your friends in half—Thor realizes, for once, that bloodshed isn’t the best idea. At least for certain circumstances. And in truth, that pisses him off. Grumbles how it’s his duty to keep you from harm. Look out for you. It’s mercy, really. Living a life in pure corruption, only to see a glimpse of light, is surely miserable. Thor would know. It drives him crazy when you’re not around. In every way possible, they are a waste of space. Of flesh.
Though, he will listen if you say no. If anything, you are the only person who can tell him "no". He’ll glare, pace, continue grunting– but Thor will listen.
His love language is a plethora of things. Gift-giving, even an outfit, is situational. Words from him flow like his desire to fight; compliments are often direct. Sometimes, too blunt. But his touching? Oh, that is constant.
Thor doesn’t leave you when you’re at arm’s length. Standing too close, feeling his massive presence– the warmth he wavers, and a palm around your waist. Pulling your hand on top of his cheek, covering your own to gently whisk with your fingers. Squeezing your digits when you do anything else, let alone breathe. Kissing the inside of your wrist, inhaling how you smell. The pressure of his touch never wavers, if anything, it deepens. Sometimes so much so, you have to remind him to be gentle. Bruises happen more than he likes.
Him squeezing your skin, fat and muscle, all the way to the bone isn’t being clingy; rather needing to feel you to recharge, to regain his independence, a vital energy. Thor isn’t just reliant on you for emotional support, but also physical.
If you have long hair, expect him to offer to braid it—even if you have curly hair, he still wants help with the moisturizing. Once he learns how to detangle with his fingers, let alone give you a nice head massage, it quickly turns into a strict nightly routine.
Alcohol, despite being his past coping mechanism, you replaced it permanently. Thor promises never to drink again. Lift a cup, all for you.
Even when All Father instills hatred, a toxic reflection, screaming at him to let loose, he still refuses. When Heimdall is a teased fuck, igniting every single fiber of his being aflame, he still stands his ground. Refusing mead. Every thought goes back to you, his poll of support. His restored, lasting addiction. Giving him something to believe in, a place to feel a part of, and the only thing keeping the man alive.
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