#trahns

[ordinrryarchive]

dont ask me why but Larry looks like if i chewed on him he'd have the texture of a gummy

HELLO ? ur absolutely right though. If you chew on him ur gonna be chewing for a while

[endtiimes]

@trahns​ SAID: “ who the hell taught you to do that?! ” steve to Dustin please

❝ Camp Know Where, ❞ Henderson replies pointedly, though seems to a doubletake at the other's question. He halts for comedic pause, then looks back towards Steve, brows narrowed. Did they have time to talk about this? No, they absolutely did NOT have time to talk about this. They’re literally about to be a two-course meal. ❝ Wait, wait, wait -- I'm sorry, don't we have bigger priorities right now? It's open, Steven. I got it open. Unless you wanna' end up Demogorgan chow, let's just bail, okay? ❞

[dregdens]

❝ you are a strange one...  but i sense we are more alike than we are different. ❞

@trahns​  /  one-liner starter call.

[escapesm]

@trahns , “please don’t follow.” miyashita 2 koku

" you're in no position to be telling me what to do ." His tone is monotone yet stern , in any other setting it may have been friendlier , but when it came to business koku was not a man who was content in dilly dallying . Time was not on his side often , so to stand here talking with the other man instead of being where he was supposed to be was slightly frustrating .

[storiedhistories]

trahns asked: "Father!" Atreus would yell, running to Kratos. He instantly hugged him, when in reality Kratos hadn't been gone that long. "I've missed you."

When Kratos would go off into the woods, whether that was to hunt or to take a moment by himself to get hold of that ever-present anger that still simmered beneath the surface of his skin, Mimir would keep an eye on Atreus. It was less often that the Spartan needed to slip off due to his rage, especially now that his son knew about it, but he did still have to go hunting.

Most of the time, Atreus came with him, but this time, he had gone alone. He had needed a moment to think, to consider the implications of the mural he had seen in Jotunheim.

Oh, he knew full well the literal meaning of it: it meant that he was going to die in Atreus' arms, though he didn't know when or how. But it meant that he was going to have to make sure that his son was able to survive without him. He was already capable for how young he was, but they were going to have to start training even more.

Especially if this truly was Fimbulwinter, as the dwarves had said. It meant that, sometime in the next three years, Ragnarok would be upon them. And he would die, leaving his son alone in this cold, cruel world.

If that was going to happen….., he would make sure Atreus was ready.

He returned home, depositing the deer he'd hunted while he'd been thinking before he went to the main cabin. Kratos pushed the door open, only for Atreus to greet him with a yell and a hug. The Spartan paused for a moment, though by the time he had moved to pat his son, Atreus had moved off.

"I trust all was well in my absence," he said, looking over their home. All seemed to be in order, and he noticed that Atreus had pulled his journal out once more. Good. He would need all the knowledge he could obtain if Kratos was to die soon.

"Tomorrow, we start training," he informed the boy. He would have to set up some practice areas, but that wouldn't take long. He had wished that his son might have a different life, that he wouldn't need to know how to be a warrior…., but Kratos would teach Atreus everything he knew, so that he would be able to survive when the time came.

[vihrago-a]

i just got attacked by @trahns

[carpemusa-a]

@trahns​​ :laufey is gonna try to scare sindri. popping up behind him.. "boo! did i get you?"

Easy does it. Careful now. Slow... cautious steps. Careful not to spill-AH!

Sindri let out a sharp yelp of surprise, nearly dropping the box filled with all the different pigments he used to color his weapons and armor. The jerky motion of him nearly dropping it, snatching it back up and turning around caused a cloud of color to burst up from the open jars making him cough... and then cringe. 

“F-Faye! Oh-o-oh dear. This is a real mess, isn’t it? Hehh-” He shuffled quickly away to set the crate down on his workbench. He tried to dust himself off but it only spread the mess to his gloves. His face was red with embarrassment as he bashfully tried to play it off like he wasn’t having an internal panic over looking like the bifrost had been sick on him. 

“What, er- Ahem! What brings you by? Not for a weapon, surely! That axe has no equal in this realm or any other. Haha-”

[carpemusa-a]

@trahns Espers for you based on your vibes! (I honestly didnt expect this many people to like that post. this is so fun!)

Tang Xuan (Sun Wukong), Ashley (Heimdall) & Ollie (Osiris)