#howeswarder

Mutuals meme

Reason why you follow them      Nick nack paddy whack, Holly's Hela is hella (try saying that when you're drunk).

Your favourite thread of theirs     The ones with the feels, because I'm a glutton for punishment and all the Lokaspawn are fountains of emotions in their own right.

A roleplayer you enjoy their interactions with      ahbutimavillain, even if Fenrir does give Gold the suspicious side eye every time the threads cross my dash.

A thing you like about their character      You've got that balance between 'otherworldly goddess and queen of the dead' and the kid she, feasibly, still is at heart down pat -- that's hard to do, yo.

Do you interact? Why/why not?     Does a bilgesnipe shit in the (iron)woods?

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Writing uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE Characteruh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE (pun fully intended) Theme uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE Mun uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE 

                                    ❝ Hela ;; ❞

                           tonality   soft  with  gentle  trepidation   &                             unfamiliarity  still  manages  to  reign  in                            supremacy yet steps  have  shed sense                             of hesitancy in approach.

Her breath rattled, caught in her throat, threatened to choke her with each passing second, cheeks slick with tears she’d thought pointless to wipe away, hands stained with blood.

So much blood.

Arms ache as she bends at the waist, at the knee, careful not to drop him as they sink to the ground. Her hands move uncertainly to his wound once more, thinking that maybe, just maybe, if she can stop the bleeding, he can be alright, she can keep him here, with her. It’s foolish, she knows it’s foolish; gods, his blood is on the floors, in his clothes, and she’s never been a healer. They are destruction, they are endings. She is death, not life.

"Fenrir." But as she speaks, she’s suffocating, trying to swallow whatever’s stuck in the back of her throat, each attempt to breathe through her nose proving futile. He can’t die (he can’t die), not when they have so much left to do. If he dies now, his entire existence was for naught, years wasted planning, waiting, for their chance at revenge, to be able to hurt those who’d hurt them. 

If he dies now, he won’t see any of it.

       ”It’s fine, Fen. I handled it. You should’ve seen the other guy, and all that.”

     "Oh I don't plan on seein' him, Hela. I plan on tearin' him apart. Now where is he?"

He still retained his golden colour, yet it was draining from the flesh slowly, just as salt might eat away at bark and leave it's silver mark. What once was living, proud and mighty, would be nothing more than bleached bones and a paler soul and, even now, the god could feel the cold light of the stars fade from his view.

He knew this moment, had accepted it and waited for it for a lifetime. He met with death as he would any stranger, with a calm courtesy even in this darkened place.

''Home is no longer mine to be in, sweet child. Your father Loki offers you a gift of flesh, Hela, and I care to not to be bound to any other world as some haunted spirit. I wish no tormented life upon the mortal realm, seen by those who open their eyes.

me when i’m writing with you

fenrir, harbinger of ragnarok

keira, harbinger of pAIN

of course not gdi fenrir queens dont say please what planet are you living on