#knightbeyondvoidandveil

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@knightbeyondvoidandveil LIKED FOR A STARTER.

“ I HOPE you don’t think any LESS of us, ” the public PI says OVER his shoulder. It’s all OUT there now. The WORLD knows that former-criminal Harvey Dent AKA Two-Face is BACK on the good guys side. Some say that Dent never LEFT. Some claim it’s the commissioner who brought him back. And others believe it won’t last. “ It was just HUMAN nature, after all. ”

[hissingthroughmyteeth-blog]

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Her composure was as precariously balanced as the coffee and donuts in her grasp, the sugary sweets somehow fitful across her slender arms. The real problem, she decided, was her lack of a grasp on the brightly colored box. “I hope you don’t mind,” she chirped to her strange new ally, “I thought this morning could use a little something!”

[sinnhelmingr-a-blog]

Lycanthrope AU Headcanons

there are other worlds than this.

She is born under a NEW MOON, pink and without hair, save for the dark lines above her eyes. Just ONCE, it is whispered, did Angrboda and Loki have a NORMAL child, as much as the term can apply to Jotnar. How readily they FORGET what the Ironwood holds. 

If she is an UGLY infant, she is UGLIER STILL as a PUP, half-fur, half-gnarled, exposed flesh. Half of her maw is stripped, revealing where her teeth might still grow if she survives. Angrboda is a mother of MONSTERS, and if you ask those who have seen her youngest, they will tell you the Giantess OUTDID HERSELF when it came to her daughter. WOLF or GIRL, Hel is never WHOLE.

She limps through FULL MOON NIGHTS, twisted and naked forepaw lending her a discomforting gait. She is a RUNT, true, and most still speak quietly, without cruelty, of how it will be KINDER if the beast does not live. Her BROTHER does not allow it, always sharing his kills with his sister, always protecting her neck.

If the IRONWOOD was so put off by the girl’s changes, one cannot imagine the horror of ASGARD at the first full moon. Soon, Hel learned not to leave her chambers when the moon rose fat in the sky. Her loneliness runs DEEPER for her dual nature than it ever could in a world where she is only an UGLY GIRL.

There is NO MOON in Helheim. There are no STARS. There is no SUN. Her people never know what their Queen becomes under the sway of Mani’s BAUBLE. She arranges her business outside of Helheim in a manner almost ARTFUL, never once coming close to the days when the moon is at its fullest. The Aesir won that much, at least – they TAMED the SHE-WOLF, made her AFRAID of her own bestial nature.

HATI and SKOLL are FINE BOYS. they see the Wanness of their dear auntie, see how DREADFUL her cold realm is. They promise her, in that proud, boyish way of theirs, that they when they catch the SUN and the MOON, they will bring them to her, so she might have something BEAUTIFUL in her spartan hall.

(Perhaps, when Ragnarok comes to lay low the GODS and the WORLD, the first true sign of its arrival will be all the HOWLING from Eljudnir – the sound of a WOLF, not a HOUND.)

[sinnhelmingr-a-blog]

17, 20, 33, and pick a random one you really wanna answer

hard mode.

17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Acknowledging that Asgard likely had some marvels in terms of technology, even when Hel was a girl in her mainverse… I feel like Hel had a preference for sentiment over design. More than that, Hel has always had a preference for austerity over showing off, even as a girl. Between her youth spent in the woods and her love for birds, I can imagine Hel had a toy not unlike a duck carved from antler that was uncovered from a pre-11th century Viking settlement. The material might remind the child of Angrboda’s hall, while the bird shape showed a preference for winged creatures that would endure throughout Hel’s life.

Not the most cuddly toy, nor the most well designed, but Hel certainly loved her little duck and took him on many errands across her childhood homes. Norns help any would-be bullies who attempted to tear her companion from her arms. Even after she outgrew toting him around constantly, he had a place of honor in her room and was still liable to be taken down to play with until the day Hel went away.

20. In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

Hel tends to use comparisons to better empathize with others, trying to better understand those who come to her in spite of her reservations. In many ways, it is a form off self-validation, but this will largely depend on the scenario.

33. In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Coming out of a particularly unfair childhood – one rife with xenophobia due to her origins – Hel often has to fight to keep her tongue still and will herself to listen to criticism without lashing out or taking things too close to her heart. She’s learned to take criticism with far more grace as she aged, but then, how many would dare to criticize a goddess of death?

 Hel writes off any condemnation of her from mortal sources as uneducated blather, unworthy of her time. If anyone else were to speak out, Hel would swallow her pride and try to consider the words against her. If they are fair in their judgment, she might be willing to improve, though with warning to watch their tone in the future if they were especially impertinent. If the criticism is baseless vitriol, she will become immediately defensive, poking holes into the other’s summation of her faults and letting them know precisely who they are talking to.

44. Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Ganglot, Hel’s aged woman-servant, is the closest thing to a parent that was always on hand while growing up in Helheimr. The old woman took care of Hel when it came to clothes, food, and well-being. Where most saw a queen to be, Ganglot could see how Hel was still a child, and a lonely one at that. She has always offered her young mistress a sympathetic ear, whatever comfort she needed, and, should Hel require it, some rather forceful motivation. Hel would have been quite lost without Ganglot, though neither ever speaks of this, knowing that professionalism is incredibly important between a servant and her employer.

[arcanelokadottir]

“ i don’t wanna miss this kiss. ”

Sapphire hues expressed a warm smile that corresponded with cherry lips. They bore deep into Eris’s warm golden eyes, albeit it was a soft stare, an endearing one. The flirting at first, was ironic. But it grew into more genuine feeling. The shift from platonic to romantic was a vast one. It was like a leap of faith. But regardless, she cupped Eris’ chin gingerly, swept a stray strand of hair from her face, and kissed her passionately.

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[hissingthroughmyteeth-blog]

“bad end”

finale.With regard to Ran and our Makarov/Julia ‘S Nami Bog’ verse.

Here, in the twelfth hour, there is nothing to save her.

There is no talking her way out of the clutches of her enemies, no balm for what burns inside of her. As she watches the heavily armed ants skitter across the lawn, she is more concerned for the fates of her roses trampled underfoot than herself. Julia knows there is one way out for her, and the only variation she is allowed is how she is remembered at the moment of death.

Old and grey, she weighs her options, weak as they are.

Waiting is always viable, to stay here with her husband and die at his side. She will never be offered a chance to outlive him, never taste a world free of Vladimir’s influence. As they fall together, blood running towards one another on the hardwood, she knows it will seal her fate. They will write tragedies and scandals about the Tsar and his wife. She will always be remembered as his supporter, his lover, and all the public records will support this. There will be no evidence of how deep her loathing truly ran. She will stand in his shadow long after they have both rotted in whatever shallow grave these Westerners will dispose of them in.

He keeps a gun on hand, she knows. It could be a simple thing to pull it from the waistband of his pants and point it at him. She’s had nigh 30 years to imagine such a moment, and the report of her shot would be cathartic. This will let her outlive him, if only briefly, if only for the moments before these men bust through the door and finish her off as well. Vladimir will know it for the fuck you it is, but she can see how history sours this as well. A mercy kill, they will say, the tsaritsa loved her husband dearly enough to kill him before the invaders could come for him. Julia remains the loving wife in this. It curdles in her belly.

If she is clever enough, she will find some way to go out with both middle fingers up against her husband’s failed dynasty. Thirty years he has cut a bloody swathe across Europe, from reinstating the Russian throne to conquering more than the Romanovs ever dared dreamed. If she thinks hard enough, it will come to her, a way to die letting them all know what she thinks of the man who has helped her rise.

But, like the Romanovs, their time is slipping through their hands. The empire’s clock has struck midnight. His aged eyes find her, and she knows that this will be her ruin. 

As the bullets echo downstairs, the most she asks for is that they shoot him first.

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Martin usedto own a rock collection. He would pick up random rocks during his time in theforest.

Martin wouldalso keep a diary which he would write admittedly terrible poetry.