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Rock on, ancient queen Independent / Myth-based HEL of Norse mythology with Vertigo influences Read...

well, this is it, guys. this page is shutting down and the new one is going active in the near future. I still need to transfer tags, make a promo, etc, etc, but this is where i will be now. Again, thank you all for the amazing times I have had on this blog, and I look forward to many more wonderful memories to be on my new Hel account.

[sinnhelmingr-a-blog]

Rock on, ancient queen Independent / Myth-based HEL of Norse mythology with Vertigo influences Read...

well, this is it, guys. this page is shutting down and the new one is going active in the near future. I still need to transfer tags, make a promo, etc, etc, but this is where i will be now. Again, thank you all for the amazing times I have had on this blog, and I look forward to many more wonderful memories to be on my new Hel account.

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So, when I do come back, and I hope to do so once my new charger comes in, there will be big changes. Namely, I will be moving this blog to a new account. I will be starting relatively fresh, unless my followers directly message me to continue a thread. Relationships will stay, past interactions will still be valid, I just can’t deal with my activity or drafts right now. I need to start from 0 with Hel and go a bit slower than I did before.

If anyone wants the long gritty facts about my unannounced hiatus, feel free to read along under the cut. If not, then I hope to see you on the other side once I get the new blog up and running.

As many of you might know, my mother and I have been taking care of my grandfather after an extended hospital stay. Over the time I have been absent, he has cycled in and out of hospitals, fine for a couple of weeks and then having to go back to the hospital, and then rehab, and then home to start the cycle anew. It has become apparent to doctors that my grandpa is in the late stages of COPD, and has required far more care than anyone bargained for when this started. 

My grandfather, who has always been a loving part of my life, is dying. I hope you all can understand why I might not want to RP anything pertaining to death and separation of family during this time.

There are other factors involved, namely that tumblr refused to accept my password until I had the time to sit down and reset it and my discomfort with several aspects of the community, but everything ultimately comes down to what I could handle in RP as a result of what I was dealing with IRL. I am finally, however, in a place I think I can return to this muse and give her due attention, which I intend to do as soon as I am able. I will not apologize for this unintentional break, as real life was well and truly more important than the blue hellsite at this time, but I would like to thank those who have stood by me during this time.

So that’s that. In the near future, this blog will become an archive, and I will be bringing Hel back on a newer, perhaps more selective account. I will be returning to this account to link you all to the new page as soon as it’s functional, and I thank you all again for your patience in my absence.

-- Kadian

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To-do:

Clear askbox

Delete some drafts / will post who I am dropping

Fill queue again

Get this blog back in working order,

Hello, friends

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after midnight lessons with @agentharrisonofshield MCU!AU Hel is really fucking gay. Also Peggy/Hel is a really spectacular crackship.

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when you finally realize one of your muse’s types:

Messy hair

Strange eyes

A bad idea to get involved with

Noteworthy voice

Has some kind of power

Like am I talking about Dream, her tension with Ivar, or her newly formed and ill advised crush on my friend’s Outsider?

Hel these are all very bad ideas

Find a nice pretty boy or girl instead.

[sinnhelmingr-a-blog]

wow it’s really been 21 days huh.

Unintended hiatus but it’s gonna be like middle of the month before I have time for this account + any real muse, doing a reread of my Hel inspiration and all. Old followers, thank you for sticking around, new followers thank you for your leap of faith, those who I lost along the way, happy travels.

[spitblaze]

Let sibling characters have positive relationships without it being goddamn incest 2k17

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                                                    C  H  I  L  D  R  E  N                                                     shouldn’t  play  with                                              DEAD   THINGS

                                                                  piloted by kadian.

[aprincessoftheblood]

@sinnhelmingr liked for a starter. 

The princess was sure it was the smell. The sun was nearly at it’s peak, the dead bodies that littered the shore were sweltering in their armor. She had walked on from her husband, assuring him she would stay within sight of the guards. She slipped behind the tower, away from the men scoring the tall grass, and promptly emptied the contents of her stomach.

Once finished, as she rose her eyes caught sight of a figure she had not seen before. Perhaps she had always been there, but Gisla had a feeling she was a new arrival. Still it was curious; this woman standing before her on a deserted battlefield. She would not be a Frankish soldier; she must be with the heathens.

Her hand slowly found the handle of her knife at her hip. Merely staring at the woman.

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The first time was always the hardest, something Hel could empathize with. It might be the end of any understanding between the two women, but it existed all the same, born and smothered in the same fleeting moment. As the weaker stomached woman righted herself from the initial shockwaves, the goddess kept her silence, the acrid scent of blood and bile threatening her own composure just beneath the surface. It occurred to her, in passing, how poorly Rollo’s wife might take Hel’s form beneath her heavy hood.

Watching Gisla just as much focus, Hel could feel the shift in the air. The mortal had no way of knowing just how futile an attack would be, and yet at the same time she ought to have had every warning. Had her husband so easily forgotten the gods of his land -- or was the Bear so ashamed of it that he dared not speak of Hel and her kin to his foreign bride?

Accented as they might be, Hel still found the words in the princess’ tongue. “I am not your enemy, Princess. Not until you give me cause for bad blood.”

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Mun’s to-do so I don’t forget.

Write new verses (follower participation: any verses in particular you’d like to see Hel in? Send an ask or comment below.)

Write starter. If you would like one you can find the starter call a few posts down on my blog

Do another marathon run of drafts to refill the queue.

[risingblossomoflothlorien-blog]

Her fingers were clutched around the cold, heavy hilt. There were many tales that her gwandor told her about the cave, and they were usually aimed to strike fear in her heart. Never did the young elleth think that she would be entering it alone.

It was true that that fear still remained inside her after all those decades, but there was also hope. That was all she needed. The few soldiers that agreed to go with her stayed close to the entrance of the caves as Erialyth ventured further. The darkness hummed with a tantalizing energy. Her torchlight bounced off the jagged, black rocks but gave such little light.

Haldir had told her that Death itself lived in those caves, or at least visited from time to time. Erialyth wasn’t sure if she wanted Death to appear or not. All she knew was what her heart desired.

“Guirrîn?” she called to the Queen of Death. “Are you there? I come bearing offerings.”

@sinnhelmingr

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The heavy hood upon her eyes lifted but a fraction, green slits immobile in deep sockets. Such light had invaded her present dwelling, the incomparable starlight only an elf-maid might invite. Exhaling slow, the ancient creature remembered herself, the surge of life and slough of rot coming upon her in equal measure. The  silvery song of the jewelry settled in her dark hair and upon her pale wrists filled the cave, its hostess rising to her full height. 

Here, now, this echo of Mandos was little more than a silhouette within the shadows. Still, as the girl wandered closer, flames began to flicker and dispel Hel’s only armor. Tall she was, and half-fair, enough to rival even the Princess of Doriath, dead for so many centuries. The other half of the creature reflected well what Tinuviel must have looked like in her crypt, rotting with the ages. Still, her verdant eyes adjusted to the intrusive light, reminded her she was more elf-creature than Dwarven, and should embrace light and forsake the stone that held her.

Perhaps one day, she reasoned, but not this one.

“What use have I for offerings, Blossom-Who-Climbs?” It is a close enough approximation to her true name, perhaps a touch more poetic than the situation called for. “What use have you for me?”

[madshuibhne]

⇁ starter || @sinnhelmingr

⸻ The house had been quiet except the cats arguing with the leprechaun when he refused to give them attention. But he had been enjoying the silence, having escaped for a couple of days from Wednesday’s seemingly never-ending list of people to go hunt down. Angrboda had gone to work, and it would be another couple of hours before she’d return.

So when someone tried to open the front door, finding it locked, he raised an eyebrow and turned his head as he had been laying on the couch reading a book. A female voice was outside, muttering something not loud enough for him to hear, and they pounded on the door a few times. 

Opening the door, Sweeney leaned against it and chewed his lip a little, shaking his head as he realized who it was. 

“She ain’t home,” he said, before she could protest him standing in the way. “Told me you weren’t one to leave yer cave up north very often.. So.. Fuck ye doin’ here, Hel?” 

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An actual curse was probably too good for Bo, considering the circumstances. Still, expletives could be accepted, and flowed readily from the goddess’ lips when she found resistance. Since when was this door ever locked when Hel was around? Hadn’t the girl developed some kind of sixth sense about random drop-ins by now?

Even the rattle of her mottled flesh against the door did not summon the blonde, sending irritation surging deeper in Hel’s marrow. Sighing as she finally eased off of her assault, she set to work on the more productive option -- finding any spare that Bo might have hanging around. With her sister’s track record, Hel was half expecting to find it hanging from a cat’s collar.

Her inspection of the top of the door frame was interrupted by her host, green eyes snapping to a form that obviously did not belong to Angrboda. Silent, Hel slowly eased off of her tip toes, staring at the Leprechaun in mute shock.

His words were more than reasonable, but bounced uselessly off of her ears. The fuck, she wondered, was he doing here? The situation was bizarre in ways she couldn’t fathom, and her tongue lay flat in her tongue, even as she urged herself to stop being a dolt.

“Aren’t you supposed to be my uncle’s bitch boy?”

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this is a ‘i love all my interactions but if i have to stare at my drafts any longer i’m gonna lose it’ starter call! might be selective with it, might cap it, but for now i just need some new stuff.

[reprogramcd-deactivated20171231]

@sinnhelmingr​ | liked. 

      “Something doesn’t feel right.” 

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“Like you just lost your wifi connection, or like something I should actually care about?”

[kentiisms-blog]

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“You look kind of lost,” Clark said as he approached the stranger and gave her a smile. “Are you looking for someone?” 

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Friendly strangers were such a peculiar concept in this country -- but then, the Heartland was one of the last vestiges of manners. With a smile and a lilt of the head, Hel worked to be understood around her accent. “No, not someone. Somewhere.”

[miigrant-blog]

“What do you mean Thrud never spoke about me? That can’t be right. We are best friends. Anyway, I’m Alejandro, nice to meet you, lovely. Anyone ever tell you that you have beautiful eyes? Because you do. Hotness clearly runs in the family.”

@sinnhelmingr | SC

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“I am sure my cousin didn’t mean it personally -- though I more than understand the offense this must be. I, in fact, am offended that I have never heard of you, best friend of Thrud. It is wonderful to meet you. I... Hotness. This is. New. I think I need thank you for it?”