hey guys. as you might’ve noticed, i’ve been less active on this blog. i’m gonna be honest: after the l*ki finale, i haven’t been as into marvel/the marvel fandom in general. my interesting in tumblr rp is also waning. however, i don’t want to give up yet. if you’re interested in still interacting with me as a writer, like this post for a follow from my new blog: the daughter from s.tarkid’s trail to oregon.
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hey guys. as you might’ve noticed, i’ve been less active on this blog. i’m gonna be honest: after the l*ki finale, i haven’t been as into marvel/the marvel fandom in general. my interesting in tumblr rp is also waning. however, i don’t want to give up yet. if you’re interested in still interacting with me as a writer, like this post for a follow from my new blog: the daughter from s.tarkid’s trail to oregon.
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hey guys. as you might’ve noticed, i’ve been less active on this blog. i’m gonna be honest: after the l*ki finale, i haven’t been as into marvel/the marvel fandom in general. my interesting in tumblr rp is also waning. however, i don’t want to give up yet. if you’re interested in still interacting with me as a writer, like this post for a follow from my new blog: the daughter from s.tarkid’s trail to oregon.
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I wish Marvel a very happy give Thor another stabby green sibling whenever possible 💚
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agxthahxrkness.
Hela’s words made her tilt her head, looking off to the side and out at the small river close to them. She was certain the older didn’t know just how hard those words hit her in that moment. Agatha hadn’t really explained the situation with her magic and her mother.
At her question, the young witch turned her attention back to the older woman. “Yes, I am familiar with it.” She knew of much of the magic that was drawn to and from that place. She would love to visit, if just for educational purposes. “Heimdall is said to draw his powers from the Dark Dimension.”
She phrased it like that on purpose, she knew he did. Agatha could feel it because of her own natural connection with that realm. The young witch was also fairly sure they had stared each other in the eye at least once…
“I was never one for the stories of Odin. Just another old man with too much power, if I am to be so bold. I was always more interested in the magic. I don’t have time for old men.” She chuckled nervously. Hela’s gaze always made her nervous.
“Not really my type.”
odin, the old hypocrite. he boasts his moral compass when it’s as frail as melting ice come spring. the king gladly turns his eye when heimdall’s dark gifts benefit himself, but his own daughter? daring to defy him ... hela’s jaw unwittingly clenches, “good girl,” if she does not speak, she’ll forget to breathe. not that it will kill her, but it may unnerve agatha to see her hostess turn a shade of blue.
hela exhales forcibly through her nose.
“odin is no different than men of that kind. the allfather is a petty and ruthless king that will do anything to keep his place on the throne ... even banish his only daughter,” the goddess rises a hand to her chest, allows it to drape over her heart, “— i should know. he banished me to midgard when my ambition outgrew his own.”
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Biological father(derogatory)
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strnza.
perhaps eliza just pushes the unspoken boundaries solely to see how hela will react - and the goddess, herself, does not disappoint. and maybe eliza is foolishly entertained by the tension that exists between them - her nature betrays her as her lips twitch into the smallest of smiles, just barely obvious as hela replies to her dangerous banter; even with a threat, she is enamored. so terribly curious. however… she is sordidly reminded of her place in this grand plan as hela descends grandiose steps and still towers over her; a good two feet above her head. hmph. the smile disappears, and eliza stands straighter - taller - ever eager to prove herself as worthy company once more.
“i’m not a fool -” she quips, eyes inspecting the woman’s every flicker of thought behind a darkened gaze, “- you wouldn’t have kept me around this long if i was.” cocky? maybe - hopeful of an equal playing ground? oh, yes. eliza tries not to show her surprise when hela asks her to walk with her, nor does she pointedly ignore the rising warmth in her chest at the mere suggestion of it - she simply follows when asked, standing in line with the other woman & gaining an excited spark in her gaze. “y’have everyone here wrapped around your finger,” eliza murmurs - slight awe in her tone almost palpable. (nor does she discount herself out of that inclusivity.) “… tell me th’story.”
she’s spirited; perhaps if all midgardians were anything like eliza, their dull little planet would have accomplished more by now. alas, their entire race would have killed themselves off with their arrogance. maybe it’s best contained in the stature of one confident vessel. and a small vessel at that; it’s not lost on hela how her companion accommodates for their height difference. that amuses her more than eliza’s gusto.
“and why do you think i keep you around, hm?” the goddess momentarily bends to bridge the gap between them, a silent mockery of eliza. hela rises to her full height again before continuing her stroll. it also does not escape her notice how closely the other trails, nor how eagerly. it privately reminds hela of a wolf cub lost from its pack, waiting to be taken care of.
"— you assume much,” her graceful stride halts beneath a grand mural cloaking the golden arches. although her neck is craned to restudy detailed likenesses of familiar figures, hela resumes speaking to eliza.
“it’s easy to see me as a monster. you aren’t alone in that sentiment,” asgard’s subjects have robbed hela of her sleep with their continued protest ... how pathetic. give it up. “but once, i was the right hand of the king. odin dubbed me his executioner. i was entrusted to execute his vision ... and anyone that got in his way.”
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@strnza asked: ❛ sparring . for sparring to turn into sex . + ❛ you don’t have to be so gentle . ❜
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . ( a series of nsfw prompts , separated by quotes & acts . ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme . send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts )
is it gentle when teeth graze against eliza’s throat (as the wolf gnaws at its prey?) is it gentle when nails digs into soft flesh, as the goddess explores every inch of her partner’s body? if hela is the beast, then let her devour eliza as if she is her last meal ... there is not a sword in her hand (although that is how their afternoon began), but hela is no less lethal without it.
“darling —” it is both a threat and a title of affection when it falls from hela’s lips, just before her teeth make contact with eliza’s collarbone, “i am never gentle.” yet her mouth makes the tender journey from breast to hip, with countless rest stops in between. she inflicts pain on sensitive flesh with both tooth and claw, before licking the mark. she is both wolf and girl: hela makes sure to claim what is hers.
“i think i’ve won our spar, eliza.”
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i worked a ten hour shift yesterday and then had the best sleep of my life last night, it was fantastic. but now i’m here!
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ASGARD IS DEAD — …
and it will be reborn in my image .
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hey, nice meeting you. lol... on second thought, *my boss theme plays* i’m going to end you
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"this would kill a medieval peasant" yeah and a halberd or the black plague would kill you too so stay humble
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THOR: RAGNAROK, dir. TAIKA WAITITI
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h.ela eats p*ssy like a gourmet meal, and she WILL leave your thighs shaking.
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ASGARD IS DEAD — . . .
and it will be reborn in my image .
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Im never becoming old and I’m never dying so God can figure that one out on his own. Not my problem
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