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indie Baldur of God of War series. / written by nugget

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 “Ya lucky son of a bitch, you know that.” it was a statement rather than question because at least despite all his issues, Kratos had a son. Had a child. Something Baldur could’t even do anymore considering he can’t feel even pleasure. 

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i’m too shy to approach but starter call ya?

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princeofmadness​:

“Well, you’re also a bit rude. Maybe even a little dull.” Sheogorath enjoyed many things, but being dull was not one of them. If he wanted that? He would wait around for a damned Greymarch. He really hated those, but order and madness had never mixed. Not even if he wanted it to, but he supposed not many knew what it was like to be him.

Actually, no one did. He was quite proud of that actually.

“Now, where are my manners? My name is Sheogorath! Prince of Madness! Lord,” for the most part, “of the Shivering Isles! It’s great this time of year! Really, you should come visit some time! Just don’t kill the gatekeeper. I don’t like rebuilding another.”

“I hate it actually. I believe the time before I had one made of cheese or was it something a bit more white and fluffy? I really don’t remember.” 

 “Madness? So you the one in charge of them berserkers eh.” fun times when a berserker goes into battle, its like a human roulette, you never know when the axe will land. most times at home you gotta put a block of cheese in the table and direct them there. Well Baldur ain’t one to refuse a good time, but he ain’t one to be feeling anything either. 

“That depends , you got any curse breakers on your ...enchanting island? And more cheese?” catering to mad gods was something....used to be his speciality right?

See. Baldur can be nice when he needs to be. 

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i’m too shy to approach but starter call ya?

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fhjor liked your post “i’m too shy to approach but starter call ya?”

Oh mother dear, where exactly have you sent him? doens’t matter though. The bitch still hasn’t removed the curse, and he can’t smell what shit may be in the air. He can talk to the furry fuckers around though, but the buildings where midgardians nestle in were odd and oddly bland. He thought they would have more... taste. 

So he’s here at the edge of some forest, bare feet making a hole in the ground as he walks back and forth, wandering what to do. Maybe there was some return protal?

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i’m too shy to approach but starter call ya?

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god of beauty he is. look at him. beautiful. 

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u think baldur is good at making wood furniture...maybe. maybe used to?

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so starter call?

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so starter call?

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so starter call?

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wen u realize baldur hasn’t enjoyed alcohol in over 100 years. 

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hybridgear liked your post “lightbaldur: so starter call?”

 “Yikes, and people use to call me pretty boy. Your a whole different thing aren’t ya.” god of beauty, was not something he had readily accepted without some pause but like this boy features were something else. in other news Baldur standing on top of some giant bull monster, dead and ready to be eaten. not that Baldur can feel hunger you know. 

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 “I ain’t got anything you want. No, not these days.” the sound of music is at least something he can enjoy, even if he can’t feel even the vibrations around him. His own life is at a standstill when he cannot even feel. Not even poison helps at all. 

 “Who, the fuck are you.” and he’s back to agressive... 

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so starter call?

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mad baby.

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princeofmadness​:

“OH THIS IS NICE! Splendid even! A mad god verses… what exactly are you? Angry? Looks like you need a hug? Maybe you DO need one, but not from me. I don’t give hugs. I also don’t like music. Reminds me of much more chaotic times. We can’t have that now, can we?”

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Always a lot of mad gods, never enough of them. They have no reasoning, need no reasoning, they just are. Alas Baldur even in his own version of madness produced by a century of not feeling is aware of that...deep, deep inside. 

 Still with mugs in hand, he looked as ready as any drunk god. if he could get drunk. inside and out, outside and inside. he can’t feel anything. 

 “A slobbering fucking mess, who the fuck are you.” sadly, he is sober. but also a god.