the end of all things

                do  i  still  taste  of  war?    can  you  still  feel  the  battles  on  my  skin,    stitched  across  my  back?

        independent,    private,    low  activity  portrayal  of  hela  odinsdóttir  of  the  marvel  cinematic  universe.    heavily  headcanon  based  and  canon  divergent.    myth  and  comics  friendly.    loved  by  kelli    (  23,  she / her.  )    also  @kryze    @radiantcrown    @starsprayed​​

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major  arcana  :  a long journey  - a feeling of raw energy - putting a name to something unknown  -  an elaborate patchwork  -  unexpected catastrophes  -  unexpected blessings  - vivid dreams  -  sudden awakenings  -  the feeling of shedding your skin  -  the echoes in holy places  - bright lights  -  deep shadows  -  feeling the earth move beneath your feet - wandering in museums -  the strange clarity of moonlight  -  thunder and lightning  -  an unfamiliar road  -  coming back to the place you started as an entirely different person

cups  :   being overwhelmed by emotion -  finding something to celebrate every day  -  finding something to mourn every day  -  connecting with others  -  the scent of ocean air   -  making food for your friends when they’re stressed  -  the remembrance of something lost  -  sublime confusion  -  cool colors  -  a cozy cafe  - a bustling bar  -  calm waters, hidden depths  - getting tipsy in the afternoon  -  summer rain  -  comfy sweaters  -  flowing skirts  -  a house by the sea  -  deep conversations after midnight

wands  :   the scent of spices and dark wood  -  making something just for the sake of creation  -  dry heat -  crackling fire  -  a bolt of inspiration  -   refusing to apologize for your passion  - stubborn optimism  -  taking on more than you can handle  -  hot tea  -  warm colors  -  getting up early - staying up late  -  bright fire, fast burnout  -  tacky thrift store finds worn with the utmost confidence  - the thrill of starting a new project  -  spring storms  -  hotel rooms  -  perpetual restlessness

pentacles  :   the scent of rich soil after a rain  -  hard and diligent work  -  solid ground, strong foundations  -  the satisfaction of a long-awaited payoff  -   generosity that comes with a catch  - work boots and heavy jeans  -   silk and jewels  -  resting on your laurels  - seeing your work through to the end  -  harvest time  -  fresh bread and rich soup  -  earth tones -  jewel tones  -  a lush garden  -   sunlight through the trees  -  dark chocolate  -  a home in the farmlands  - a sprawling house in the old part of the city

swords  :   the scent of fresh air  -  focusing on the intellectual at the expense of the emotional - freshly fallen snow -  burying yourself in action  - tending to your own wounds  - a foreseeable disaster -  crisply tailored suits  -  starkly elegant dresses  - refusing to admit defeat -  cold air, clear thoughts  -  old hurts  -  fresh starts -  overthinking your overthinking  -  the harsh glow of street lamps  -   black coffee  -  a cabin in the mountains  -   an apartment downtown  -   the quiet before the dawn.

        tagged  by  :  stolen  from  the  dash         tagging  :  you!

        @thorslovex​  sent  :    “    should  i  call  you,    auntie?    or....?    ”

        “    please  don’t.    ”        auntie.        the  word  is  horribly  domestic,    and  familiar  in  a  way  that  sets  her  on  edge.    this  child...    she  doesn’t  know  her,    none  of  them  do    —    and  has  thor  so  easily  forgotten  that  she  is  dangerous?    children  are...    delicate,    in  ways  that  she  has  never  understood.    torunn  would  do  well  to  avoid  her,    for  her  own  sake.

        “    ....hela  is  fine.    ”

        @conviolo​  sent  :    “  it's  all  going  according  to  plan.  ”

          dark  lips  pull  into  a  wolf-like  grin,    gazing  out  across  the  shining  beacon  that  is  asgard.        this  is  where  she  belongs,    where  they  belong.        her  brother’s  foolishness  is  unfortunate    —    a  son  of  odin  could  have  been  a  valuable  tool,    but  he’d  made  his  choice  when  he  attempted  to  use  mjölnir,    of  all  things,    against  her.    that  she  is  not  alone  in  her  triumph  is  thrilling.        mortem,    by  her  side  as  she  should  always  be.

        “    it  is    —    and  it  shouldn’t  take  long  for  the  people  to  settle,    without  the  princes.    ”        venom  creeps  into  her  tone,    something  wild  glinting  in  icy  eyes.    she’d  known  that  odin  would  replace  her,    but  that  hardly  made  facing  those  boys  any  less  insulting.

                her  face  softens  as  she  turns  back  to  mortem,    chilled  fingers  reaching  for  the  other  goddess.        “    we  will  bring  asgard  to  the  height  of  its  potential,    accomplish  what  my  father  was  too  much  of  a  coward  to  reach  for.    ”