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[vuulpecula]

[ that awkward moment when you get a whole lot of old drafts done only to realize 22/25 of them belong to @sceadugyden and her various other blogs. <3 everyone should go follow her and her other blogs ( x. x. x. x. ) because she spoils me rotten and i love her and all her muses so much! ]

[vuulpecula]

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“People say that only in the LIGHT can we see the truth, but I think there’s somethin’ wrong with that. We’re only our true selves in the DARK, when no one can see.” 

[vuulpecula]

@sceadwiau cont. x. 

“T-That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind?” Fox answered, baffled and stunned by what had just occurred before her. “But, I mean, if you think it could help?” 

[helreginn]

❝ What’s all the fuss about? ❞

Maleficent ask meme

“I neither know nor care.” Hel answered with a disinterested shrug, “It hasn’t reached my ears yet and so it does not exist.” As if the words, spoken like a mantra, calmed her, she sat back in the chair she’d become afixed to with a contented sigh. 

[helreginn]

Cross legged and alone, Hel hunched herself over a stray flower. It bloomed unnaturally in a realm that could not nourish it. She had not found it nor brought it with her, but conjured it from the earth. This gift was new. Not long nurtured and not entirely in her control. Life and death and were not things easily brought to the surface, even for their embodiment. The deadling held her palms flat against the ground at the plants’ base and willed it to grow. The only lovely thing in her sight since she’d arrived. In light of footsteps towards her, she grew fearful and the flower wilted before her, crumbling upon it’s own stem. She looked up to find Eadgyth standing before her. Bewildered, Hel hurriedly rose to her feet, hiding what little was left of the flower beneath her boots. The last people who knew of her gifts had seen them as monstrous, used it to reason she belonged in this place, this prison. She would not risk another finding her out too. 

[diem]

--- @sceadwiau liked for a starter. ♥

      “... It wasn’t me.”

              ( she had been spending far too much time around Loki, of late. )