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[readingtheentrails]

Trust

Emma Robertson - Gwendoline Christie

Schwarzes Gold - Season 1, Episode 5 - Glut

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[chemsexholmes]

[simmancy]

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[timegearremix]

Here's a lil bonus from the jefftony ask blog that I decided not to use! It didn't work with the question grammatically AT ALL and in the end I prefer the answer I gave in the actual one :)

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Y’all I already got a duplicate shipment of the electrolyte stuff I had ordered (with, as far as I can see, no extra charges on my card) and now my lush order arrives and there’s a bath bomb in there I did not order or pay for. What. Idk manifesting weird accidental free gifts coming to y’all too I guess? Neat :)

[mizufae]

osddsheppard replied to your photo: li’l feets

he has a multitude of paws

four of ‘em!

[hodur-frost]

Corpse Child [Closed]

[ @abbessolute ]

The darkness shrieked and roared... Pressing on the mind of the dark child. 

Needing and coveting and feeding and bleeding and he was bleeding again... He was biting his hand and bleeding again. The dark haired aesir was not too concerned, more fascinated, watching the blood drip black momentarily until crimson snaked down the hand like spider webs. 

The dark frost went from web to shell, sealing the cuts and then the little boy had nothing left to distract him. Just the roaring and shrieking in the walls. At least they were drowning out the whispers.  

“The sick royal” “Baldur the Brave’s monster brother” “Murderer”

They didn’t know they had voices that they revealed their truth. Darkest parts of the souls. They would hurt him, he knew they would, if they weren’t watched. The girls would use the blood and the flesh for their own. The boys would slaughter him as he had slaughtered the girls... 

He giggled a little bit in the corner he sat in his empty room. He didn’t expect anyone to come. No one came unless it was Baldur or the servants who had to be ordered in. Father never wanted to see him. He was a failure. Broken. Not a worthy heir at all and not worth the air.

Mother loved him but she could not see him. She came. He could smell the salty tears as she walked in and looked at him. Not today but days she came. The bright boy wasted away and the dark boy tore into wayward maids. 

Mother lectured him harshly at his hurting them before they hurt him first but he couldn’t tell her that they would hurt him. He couldn’t do anything more than scream or cry. He couldn’t focus except to become stronger. He couldn’t let them take and take and take.

He had to become strong and so he vanished from his room sometimes to the abyss. Those who stared into the abyss found it stared back at them and it broke them but the little wild boy was already broken. He didn’t fear death but hoped for it.  He was already the dead walking just like his brother.  

Instead of going to the abyss, the caverns and the whispers of beasts that couldn’t be known, he ended up in a place stranger. A room in a place, midgard, with a girl. He stiffened up and gave a growl, startled at ending up in this place. 

The boy was on all fours, his teeth inky black and pointed like a deep sea fish. The robes he wore were ripped up and stained by darkness from the travel. For all his teeth were messed up, his unseeing eyes were dark rather than black and his skin was pale rather than the pasty white. Clammy like a corpse but not pasty white yet.