Infernus Viventem Dimidiam

Halt your bickerings, mortals - and immortals! Full they may be of fire and fury - yet they signify naught - now that Hela, Queen of Death, has come hot from Hel! It seems that my relations have grown fond of these "blogs" so here is my own. Mortals I enjoy shall be spared. Those who don't... shall have just a wonderful time in Helheim soon. If you have anything for me to see, I track the tag 'halfalivinghel'.

[half-a-living-hel]

There is a struggle, to never knowing where one truly belongs. For some reason the norns have decided, I have been placed where I can rule over the lost and the ruined, the forgotten and the damned. It may as well only show that I, above all of them, are simply the most lost and the most ruined, the most forgotten and the most damned. It may extend past the identity of the Lokisdóttir, and past the speculations of prophecies... but times do change in contemporary fate; yet there are those that remain as classic as they are. My status, for one, as an eternally floating...deity, of sorts. It seems to stay forever, as I will never know where I would belong, where I would be beyond myself, where I would be accepted despite my flaws...Villains have feelings as well, come to think of it, I do not see why I classify as one. I may be, perhaps, the one to gather the dead, opposing the living, it seems, but I do not recall the last time someone had considered me to be a bringer of rest and peace. I suppose I will never truly find where I belong, and perhaps only misfortunes can take me to places where I could rightfully stay. It is nothing I am unaccustomed too, I simply wonder if anyone can sympathize to such somber notions of wishing to belong. #hel #hela #lokisdottir #loki #thor #norsemythology #goddess #death #queen #niflheim #ice #snow #helheim #eljudnir #marvel #comics #marvelcomics #journeyintomystery #JiM #halfalivinghel #IRP

[half-a-living-hel]

Beauty, At you might know, is a personalized understanding. Would you still adore me in the horrid truth of my form? Many craft the alibis. "Beauty is from within", they say; but that does not spare you from the snares of the judgemental. others will say that beauty is bound to wither away, but then again, there are those who have never even had a taste of beauty in their entire existence. I cannot complain, I believe I am one of which the latter refers to. Born a monster, raised a princess nothing beautiful in that. Born an heiress, raised in waste... it can get worse, really. Midgardian tales can go on about royalty who go about asking mirrors if they are the fairest of the land, but mirrors can only go as far as the holder's vanity and arrogance takes them. Do you think I'm beautiful? #hel #hela #lokisdottir #loki #thor #norsemythology #goddess #death #queen #niflheim #ice #snow #helheim #eljudnir #marvel #comics #marvelcomics #journeyintomystery #JiM #halfalivinghel #IRP

[half-a-living-hel]

(OPEN RP) Whether or not it was proper was not a question to Hela. She may be the queen of the dead, but not right now. Right now she is the bassist of a band of her construct, the other members merely her puppets. The deep bass of her instrument flowed through every fiber of her body, and the endless waves of feedback from the crowd rose every hair on her body. Music was a different magic to hear, and she did not care at all how her shattered heart pounded roughly to the beats of the percussion behind her. This was the final song, and she never felt more alive. The notes played smoothly and she could hear the audience singing the lyrics back to her. The intensity of the arena was enough to make even a goddess' head spin. Tossing her head back and forth to the gravity of the finalé, she sees you in the crowd, and she is caught off key for a moment, not knowing how to continue with your attention on her. The death goddess continues playing, but less aggressive and expressive, conscious of your either approval or denial of her profoundly overpowering....avocation. #hel #hela #lokisdottir #loki #thor #norsemythology #goddess #death #queen #niflheim #ice #snow #helheim #eljudnir #marvel #comics #marvelcomics #journeyintomystery #JiM #halfalivinghel #IRP

[half-a-living-hel]

Anyone can love someone living, a person deceased may be loved as well. How of one dangling in between? An immortal both dead and alive....I may be loved by no one. I have been shunned, dishonored, quite possibly disowned as well. How in the nine realms can I ever be loved. All my loves, they will wither away, they will die. They may be bored.... I cannot keep them, I cannot keep anyone. It pains to the extent of feeling as though a gap has opened in my chest, a cavity so empty, hollow with the absence of love and affection. I've had it before, and it was addicting, something I wish I would never let go of, but nothing lasts forever. Nothing except lifelessness, which has been, which is, and which will always be. Death is forever and infinite....eternal, but what of love? #hel #hela #lokisdottir #loki #thor #norsemythology #goddess #death #queen #niflheim #ice #snow #helheim #eljudnir #marvel #comics #marvelcomics #journeyintomystery #JiM #halfalivinghel #IRP

[half-a-living-hel]

The clock had struck midnight, and the shuffling of steps in the halls of guards changing for their shifts was loud, but not loud enough to disturb the average sleeping Asgardian. A young guest had been waiting for that opportunity all night. She had been restless since she woke up earlier. Her father had taken her two siblings on a hunt, and she was left alone for the night, Loki trusting that she would sleep well. However, such was not the case. She awoke, trembling, due to a dream of falling. Falling, and falling, and falling. The very happenstance of falling would not scare her, as she would fall off the bed often when sleeping next to the wolf and serpent. The hyper realism of this specific dream was the drop feeling within her insides. She woke up in tears, not quite knowing why. At first forgetting that her immediate family was out, she pattered over to her father's chambers, but the openness of the door reminded her that they were away. Hela sighed, sitting in the doorway, thinking of the closest person to go to. Shivering, the young girl thought of her Grandmother Frigga, but waking her meant waking Odin; she very much feared Odin. She looked to the far left and remembered that her favorite uncle (and not because he was considerably her only uncle) slept in that chamber. As the golden cloaks of the Asgardian guards swirled around in their routine of change, Hela's soft footsteps could have been easily drowned by men's heavy footsteps, and she made to the thunderer's door. Silently opening the door, little Hela slipped inside. At first she tried tugging on the sheets, but her uncle would not stir. She hopped onto the bed, snuggling into her uncle's arms, but then that woke him, and Hela tried not to move. She lay there, frozen, hoping her uncle would not scold her for disturbing his sleep.

[half-a-living-hel]

I am no stranger to watching things fall apart; families, relationships, kingdoms, careers, of course, myself. I know not if it is because I happen to be observing when precious things crumble, or disasters do happen whenever I look. The obvious theory is that I am accursed, and this had been settled eons ago, at my own birth. My very existence has been an excuse to the failure of certain things. I do not mind as much as I used to, I have grown accustomed to being a rather detested phantasm. They say one ought to worry about those who are broken over and over, for they are those molded by grave instincts of survival. I tell you that there exists a wheel, where the broken ones one day become the breakers; the oppressors become the oppressed; the kings become the paupers; the outcasts become the rulers; the dead become the living. Do await that day, stand beside me and thou may be among those who rise instead of fall. I may be no stranger to watching things fall apart, but things that fall apart, they have no choice but to rebuild and rise once more. Upon learning the err of their primary destruction, they rise with a wisdom and durability to withstand the next. #hel #hela #lokisdottir #loki #thor #norsemythology #goddess #death #queen #niflheim #ice #snow #helheim #eljudnir #marvel #comics #marvelcomics #journeyintomystery #JiM #halfalivinghel #IRP

[half-a-living-hel]

Ladies and gentlemen, death has arrived. When you learn to exist based on a principle, inspiration is founded. I, for one, live by the principle of...hatred, I presume. All things may be done out of hatred, aye? Sing for the hatred of silence, dance for the hatred of stillness, eat for the hatred of starvation, learn for the hatred of ignorance... of course, there will be those who will say otherwise, but this is my post, and my own existence I am contemplating of. In the wise words of my maker, I do what I want. And what I wished to do is join this group, it is a guild of promise, say I, and it is a wonderful opportunity to resume what I have drifted from. #hel #hela #lokisdottir #loki #thor #norsemythology #goddess #death #queen #niflheim #ice #snow #helheim #eljudnir #marvel #comics #marvelcomics #journeyintomystery #JiM #halfalivinghel #IRP

[half-a-living-hel]

The goddess sighed as she sat at the establishment, idly nodding and shaking her head at the lightly intoxicated man prattling beside her. 'Feeble minds', she thought, looking around. The gift of illusion was a thing she mastered, used often to her advantage. No one in the restaurant would see her in her causal form, the fit bodysuit she often wore, instead they would see a beautiful lady, lock black locks of hair in a simple green dress. Simple, and yet revealing, captivating. The dress complimented her eyes, which were quite truly a deadly sight. With lashes as dark as her soul and as long as her perioids of solitude, Hela smiled at the man beside her, his boastings of former paramours officially boring her and she tapped his drink, actually making it lethal. He simply thought of it as an invitation to drink, and he downed it effortlessly, falling aslump over the table. The bartender groaned, thinking he simply passed out. Hela knew he was dead, but she simply kept to herself. (Open RP. I apologize for the lengthy inactivity, truly. I have quite a lenghthy vacation to work upon. Here is a post after a long amount of time.) #hel #hela #lokisdottir #loki #thor #norsemythology #goddess #death #queen #niflheim #ice #snow #helheim #eljudnir #marvel #comics #marvelcomics #journeyintomystery #JiM #halfalivinghel

[foodfirearmsandfun-deactivated2]

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt..."

"Why would I mind? Other than that you’re wearing more than usual."

[half-a-living-hel]

"And I don’t mind you not wishing to prove it again, I suppose…or I might, I do not know."

[foodfirearmsandfun-deactivated2]

"I’m happy to prove it again. Whenever you’re up to it."

[half-a-living-hel]

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? Am I not good enough for it?"

[foodfirearmsandfun-deactivated2]

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt..."

"Why would I mind? Other than that you’re wearing more than usual."

[half-a-living-hel]

"Prove it, I dare you. But that matters not, keeping in mind that I would care for you more regardless of it."

[foodfirearmsandfun-deactivated2]

"Pretty sure I’ve proven it before."

[half-a-living-hel]

"And I don't mind you not wishing to prove it again, I suppose...or I might, I do not know."

[foodfirearmsandfun-deactivated2]

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt..."

"Why would I mind? Other than that you’re wearing more than usual."

[half-a-living-hel]

"Pretty much, should I not wear it then? You in your bare perfection and me in my half…imperfection, perhaps."

[foodfirearmsandfun-deactivated2]

"I wouldn’t exactly call it that; If anyone here’s better-looking, it’s you." 

[half-a-living-hel]

"Prove it, I dare you. But that matters not, keeping in mind that I would care for you more regardless of it."

[countlessuntruths]

I am so tired that the phrase Kate is getting to be known of is that of ‘I don’t have enough training’, can’t we go back to her original one?

"Bad things happen. Things you can’t control. Things that have nothing to do with you. And they will destroy you if you let them....

[foodfirearmsandfun-deactivated2]

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt..."

"Why would I mind? Other than that you’re wearing more than usual."

[half-a-living-hel]

"Pretty much, should I not wear it then? You in your bare perfection and me in my half...imperfection, perhaps."

[half-a-living-hel]

A young girl walked down the mall, uncertain of her movements. She was known as Leah of Hel, heir to Hela’s throne. Not much knew, at this point, that she was always the Hela; except Hela herself. In hindsight, it turned out to be a memory for her older self, but a secret for her future self to learn. She loathed how she was treated by her mistress lately, and it had prompted her to utterly complain Hela’s past to her own future. The queen didn’t mind that Leah was in Midgard as of the moment, Hela didn’t care much at all of anything now. Therefore, Leah found herself walking through the mall. She was dressed in her causal clothing, the same dress she had…Leah started to loathe it as her uniform, but she couldn’t do anything about it. Her gaze shifted from left to right, then left again, then right. The mall, she learned, was a mere market, only more…organized, and static. Sighing, she kept walking, thinking of many things, not even noticing you were there. (OPEN RP) #hel #hela #lokisdottir #loki #thor #norsemythology #goddess #death #queen #niflheim #ice #snow #helheim #eljudnir #marvel #comics #marvelcomics #journeyintomystery #JiM #halfalivinghel #RL

[alaron-fenrirdottir-archive-dea]

She’d been on one of her outings, trying to find some sort of jewelry that she or Frigga didn’t have. Even in such a large jewelry store, there was nothing, and so she walked back into the actual mall. Unlike her fellow Asgardians, she knew how to blend in, her hair in a messy bun, wearing a crop top and some high-waisted pants.  The girl in green caught her eye, and Alaron quickly recognized her mother’s handmaiden. “Leah?” She asked, a bit startled, “Are you not supposed to be in Hel?”

[half-a-living-hel]

"Are you not supposed to be in proper clothing?!" Leah gasped, alarmed to see Alaron. That, clearly, was something that wouldn't please Hela, and every now and then, Leah scolded like her mistress. "Everywhere I go is Hel." She sighed, attempting to make sense of things. She was generally surprised to see her there, but it was better than anything else, she thought.

[half-a-living-hel]

A young girl walked down the mall, uncertain of her movements. She was known as Leah of Hel, heir to Hela's throne. Not much knew, at this point, that she was always the Hela; except Hela herself. In hindsight, it turned out to be a memory for her older self, but a secret for her future self to learn. She loathed how she was treated by her mistress lately, and it had prompted her to utterly complain Hela's past to her own future. The queen didn't mind that Leah was in Midgard as of the moment, Hela didn't care much at all of anything now. Therefore, Leah found herself walking through the mall. She was dressed in her causal clothing, the same dress she had...Leah started to loathe it as her uniform, but she couldn't do anything about it. Her gaze shifted from left to right, then left again, then right. The mall, she learned, was a mere market, only more...organized, and static. Sighing, she kept walking, thinking of many things, not even noticing you were there. (OPEN RP) #hel #hela #lokisdottir #loki #thor #norsemythology #goddess #death #queen #niflheim #ice #snow #helheim #eljudnir #marvel #comics #marvelcomics #journeyintomystery #JiM #halfalivinghel #RL

[sskywlker]

I come with glad tidings of a world made free.

[half-a-living-hel]

#DeathCard Once upon a time, there was a queen. This story begins with a queen, as her story as a princess resulted in her never being saved. The queen was a goddess as well, and she was the ruler of the dead. Once upon a time as well, there was a man. Like a protagonist in any other story, he was handsome, charming, but not perfect. To make the tale a bit more realistic, he had a dark side. The man was a deathly representation sometimes, and he would lose control over himself. One day the charming man met the queen, and found comfort in the common ground of death they shared. Regardless of their respective pasts, they saw past it and took to the present and future together. The queen helped the man control his powerful side, and he in turn...he made her feel alive. The somewhat lost man helped the death goddess feel alive. It was not a dreadfully long period before they grew affectionate towards each other; and as all fairytales grew, they fell in love. It was a blissful love, as the goddess never knew what love would feel. She never thought such a warmth was possoble for someone of her forged in ice. Such a love would be too good to be true, and alas, it was right. They could be not together; for she was immortal and he was not. Despite the heartbreak mandatory of such, the goddess of death let him go. She allowed the loneliness to consume her heart, to forget a passion at least once consummated. The man remembers nothing, except an irrevocable desire to live. He remembers nothing of the emerald goddess with raven black hair. She made him forget her, so he does not hurt--that he had to leave her so she wouldn't leave him. Little does he know that why nowadays, he is saved from the slippery slope of death; that Hela Lokisdóttir, whom he had once loved, will watch over Remy till he at once falls. Then maybe to Helheim he will find his peace, in the arms of the goddess that was part of his 'death'. #hel #hela #lokisdottir #loki #thor #norsemythology #goddess #death #queen #niflheim #ice #snow #helheim #eljudnir #marvel #comics #marvelcomics #journeyintomystery #JiM #halfalivinghel #RL