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                                   𝕻𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖙.   /    𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑿𝑪𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺

𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘗𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘛,  𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘓𝘠  𝘚𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘝𝘌 &   𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘌  𝘙𝘗  𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘎  𝘍𝘖𝘙   𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑨, 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯   𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭  𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴  ( 𝘢𝘭𝘭  𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 ), &   𝘔𝘠𝘛𝘏 𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥.                                         𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦. ( ₂₀ )

This version Hela is not the one presented in the MCU, which means she is not Odin´s daughter. In the comics, and Mythology, she is Loki´s daughter, and sister of Fenrir the Wolf & Jormungandr, the Midgard Serpent.  As well as Queen of Helheim & Niflheim. Hela is a goddess who has the form of a ghostly deity rather than a fully human one, which means she looks drastically different to what is shown in the movies. 

𝖬𝗒 𝖣𝖬´𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖻𝗈𝗑. 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌, 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇´𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍, 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍.

Natasha x Banner : No words. Just. . . What was the fucking need?

Clint x Laura : Marvel I respect your will to give Barton a nice farm family but they also make 0 impact to his development as Hawkeye. And it’s not like any of his kids is gonna take his title as Hawkeye, that’s Kate Bishop’s place. Family shouldn’t be an accessory or push for feelings only.

Jane x Thor : Marvel has an issue confusing admiration with love. Jane was only curious about Thor and impressed by his nature, and literally knew him for a couple of days, yet you made her suffer for 2 years waiting for him, painted it as the romance of the year when they encountered in Dark World and then she dumped him????? You can’t force a relationship and then just make it vanish as if it had never happened only for plot reason. It breaks character portrayal.

Dr. Strange x Christine : Christine is good okay but I’m sorry, she has had 0 impact in Stephen’s development in the comics and 0 impact from now on. We’ve grown with him being helplessly in love with his soulmate Clea ( a highly underrated sorceress supreme by the way ) and she helped him grow so much; so why is Christine his love interest? If his biggest love is Clea? I’m starting to think Marvel just hates women as potential rivals or love interests. ( Hela, Agatha, for example. One season/movie and get killed off )

Steve x Peggy : No, I’m not talking about the romance itself, I’m talking about THE NEED OF HIM TO GO BACK TO THE PAST JUST TO BE WITH HER WHAT THE HECK. That’s obsession pal, get a therapist.

And finally . . . Spoiler alert.

Loki x Sylvie : Who told marvel that the biggest proof of narcissism is falling in love with yourself? It’s actually thinking of yourself above others. The romance would have been okay if Sylvie wasn’t. . . Well. . . Himself. They have the same fucking genetic code only varying gender and now you expect me to consider the idea of them being together?! Without thinking it isn’t some sort of inc**t or sel***st? What the fuck.

Oh and by the way, to all of those saying “Loki didn’t come out as bi to ship them with a girl” is extremely biphobic, thank you very much.

·· “ someone has severely neglected your education. ”

·· he bends to slide the disc into the player, chuckles as he’s 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑑 backwards. he settles beside her, drapes a robed arm over the back of the couch: casual, nonchalant. a gloved hand searches for the remote, whilst the tv turns on of its own accord; briefly, he regrets this. hela’s knowledge of midgardian technology is already limited: she probably shouldn’t hold the 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙵that televisions maintain some form of sentient consciousness.  

·· the movie is chosen with care; he did consider 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓, but figured she wouldn’t get the joke.

·· “ i think— ”

·· he hits play. OMINOUS piano notes creep from the speakers, 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆 the pauses between his words. 

 ·· “ —you might be surprised. ”

             EYES       ARE       BY       FAR,      more      focused      on      the      odd      &      dark      screen,      that      suddenly      lights      up,      to       her       surprise      with      no      spell      casted      upon      it.      Interesting,      midgardians      had      mastered      the      art      of      making      things      work      by      themselves      with      no      mystic     knowledge      whatsoever.       Of       course,       the       word       technology       didn´t           poke       her       mind,       for       she       pretty       much       ignored       it´s       concept       yet.

The      spine-chilling      sound      fills      the      room,      However      Hel      was      quite     familiar      with      it.      Not      with      the      exact      melody,      but      with      the      classical      undertone      of      it.      The      goddess      gets      it´s       goal      quickly,      &      glances      up      at      the      sorcerer,       a       seductive       yet       questioning       look       palpable       in       her       expression.      Oh      she      could      see      his      grin      curling      that      goatee.

              “  .   .   .     Is      it´s      intent      to      frighten      me?    ”   the      goddess      is      amused,      &      gently      brushes      her      lover´s      cheekbone      with      a      finger      while      glancing      back      at      the      screen.         “                You       silly      hu-    ”

               ribbons of darkness loop in his midst, flourish along the stone walls andrain-smattered windows till all that yawns below, behind, and skyward are black.one wrong step here, hela, might lead to eternal…..VIOLATION.      ‘  an EXCEPTION!!   ‘     he’ll cut her TONGUE.     Bite its GODLY piece.    

    nonetheless, his manners take precedence. his voice croaks bitterness.    ‘   my name is count VLADISLAUS DRACULA.     ‘ 

@helxcious·

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           “    Is     that      supposed      to      FRIGHTEN      ME ?    ”       Her      words      run      like      silk      over      the      wind,      but      they      carry      meaning      colder      than      Jotunheim      itself.      Doesn´t      step      closer,      but      her      pale      legs      move      slightly,      gracefully      pacing      to      the      left.      Verdant      gaze      judging      him      for      his      shameless      insolence.

helcaged​:

        as  much  as  i  joke  about  hela  needing  a  hairbrush,    she  actually  looks  very  put  together,    once  she  reaches  asgard.        she  goes  from  this  to  this,    between  entering  the  bifrost  and  her  next  scene  there.        so  clearly,    hela’s  initial  state  is  due  to  her  imprisonment,    rather  than  a  lack  of  care  given  to  her  appearance    —    once  given  the  time  and  opportunity,    she  cleans  herself  up.

@helxcious​    since  you  prompted  this  and  i  already  lost  it  once  trying  to  type  it  in  replies.

        we  see  her  repair  her  armor  immediately  after  she  exits  the  bifrost,    so  i  certainly  agree  with  you!    the  origin  of  hela’s  power  is  it’s  own  discussion,    but  she  clearly  does  draw  from  asgard,    and  her  seidr  is  renewed  /  boosted  by  being  there.    and  she’s  likely  expended  a  lot  of  it  over  the  years,    just  trying  to  break  odin’s  seals    (  and  nearly  succeeding,  once  )    and  fighting  the  valkyrie,    likely  without  much  means  of  renewing  it    —    how  much  seidr  can  an  asgardian  produce  without  proper  nutrition,    or  living  conditions,    i  have  to  wonder?    how  much  is  it  tied  to  their  physical  condition?    and  hela  was  prepared  for  odin’s  death.    she  must  have  been  routinely  testing  the  limits  of  his  prison,    for  odin  to  feel  her  breaking  free  and  her  to  arrive  immediately  once  he  was  gone.    that  has  to  be  a  large  magical  drain  on  it’s  own!    you  also  have  a  point  when  it  comes  to  her  just…    no  longer  caring.    there  isn’t  really  a  point  in  maintaining  your  appearance,    when  you’re  trapped  alone  in  the  realm  of  the  dead  for  so  long.    and  it’s  very  sad.

;;     Which saddens me the most about this, is that the Hela of the MCU was the rightful queen of Asgard, not Helheim or Niflheim. Not in the sense of “oh i wish she was queen of hell” but in the sense of . . . they took  EVERYTHING from her. And it was so unfair. Odin raised her to be a killing machine, the fear of the nine realms, and got surprised when she ended up wanting to rule everything and conquer other realms? Like. . . By the Norns, she is the Goddess of DEATH and your executor in the first place. They exiled her and didn´t give her any access to magic, I imagine not even nutrients of any sort as you mention. Just there, alone, with her own anger, and that anger drove her to test the limits of her banishment and Odin´s barrier for so long, I imagine she constantly did it the first centuries. Then just let herself go, goodness it must have driven her MAD at some point. 

☾ ★ ☽ ———-    STARTER for @helxcious

NECRONOMICON  ——-           all that she was at the bottom ofvormir’s cliffs was aware. the sound of insects drone in the middle of space.she yells into dreams every night. lies somber on endless stone, trying to holdon to the memory of clint even as the skin of her hands burn with the lighttouch of snow. can’t open those eyes where the legs and wings of locusts patteragainst her cheeks and catch in her red pleated curls. the mirror of abdulalhazred shatters. the sea of slain comrades paints her with laughs,screams of desperation, jeers and excrement.

augurreaches in, through yellow misty walls to detangle her limbs. broken bones wakeinside her, shards like talons curl into blood and meat as her hands areshifted. the void runs its tongue down every slope and crevice of her body,from ankle to thigh, from her scalp to her ear as the reverbing soul stoneshrinks and transverses. like hel—-

                        hela.

thedead widow is voiceless. a goddess is the last she expects.    

 The     menacing      silhouette      of      the      asgardian       death      ruler      made      itself      present      at      these      times,      where      a      wandering      spirit      without      a      realm      to      lay      or      memory      to      keep,      found      themselves      lost      in      the      cosmos.      While      the      infinity      stone      kept      the      life      of      these      unfortunate      beings,      there      was      always      a      host,      the       underworld      queen      in      this      case,      that      kept      the      bravest,      or      most      sorrowful      of      souls      to      herself.      Romanova      was      one      of      them,      besides      being      a       so       wanted      adquisition      to      her      desolate      realm.  

The      queen      remains      in      front      of      her.      Standing      in      the      form      of      a      mortal      yet      with      the      edges      of      her      body      flowing      in      a      greenish      smoke.      Her      eyes      connect      with      the      ruby      headed      one,      expression      cold      &      neutral.

              “      So      you      know      my      name.     ”      The      thunder      god      probably      kept      them      well      informed      after      the      Ragnarok      events.      Glad      it      was      the      case.      It      saved      time      and      an      unnecessary      introduction.       

              “      Then      you      recognize      the      motive      of      my      presence.      ”

“I could certainly make the effort,” Strange replied, “but that’s never my goal.”

The Goddess of Death was dangerously bewitching, having adopted a stunningly beautiful form that could steal the strongest and most loyal of hearts, but woe to the unlucky one she targeted, as they’d become a helpless thrall dispatched without a second thought when their usefulness was outlived.

With one hand, he conjured a reality-distortion spell that convinced the passersby around them to walk in the opposite direction of their perimeter without knowing the reason why.  They’d be none the wiser as a god and a magical mortal faced off.

“I’d much rather see you leave here peacefully,” Stephen added as he formed twin Tao Mandalas, getting into a defensive stance.  

“I’m feeling generous today so I’ll give you one warning:  Leave this realm NOW, Hela, or this is going to get really awkward really quickly.”·

           Ordering    her      around,      certainly      not      the      dynamic      Hel      was      used      to,      nor      allowed.      The      queen´s      grin      seemed      to      curl      upwards    even      more,      which      was      bad,      it      showed      how      indulgent      the      goddess      was      with      the      idea      of      a      rough      battle.      She      wasn´t      the      ruler      of      the      Dead      for      no      reason.      That      was      what      she      brought,      in      any      realm      she      stepped      in.

              “      Well,      sorcerer,      seems      you      chose      your      own      demise.       ”              After      those      words      were      spoken,      the      goddess,      the      velvet      green      dress      she      wore      changed      completely,      into      a      tight      &      fierce      dark      armor.      Head      covered      by      a      helmet      full      of      horns,      which      showed      the      crown      of      Niflheim,      those      of      the      asgardian    death      rulers.

From      her      hand,      a      dark      blade      as      well      appeared,      generating      from      her      own      hand.      The      sword      expelled      greenish      &      poisonous      smoke,      the      whining      of      those      who      lost      their      heads      for      it      could      be      heard      if      you      listened      close      enough.      Oh      Hel      wasn´t      only      showing      herself      as      a      warrior,      but      her      deadly      power      could      be      now      felt      from      miles.      She      no      longer      felt      the      need      to      hide      the      inmense      amount      of      seidr      within.      Her      eyes      pierced      his,      they      carrying      death      &      inflicting      fear      within      the      beautiful      hues.