//Fist + wall = Broken wrist. Hurts.
File under: reasons for not being on much at all.
//Schedule for today: do drafts/research for new OC, do boxing training, play Sims, punch sister, dye/cut hair, punch brother, order Chinese and watch Drrrrredd because awesome violence. Replies to current threads will have to wait for the moment on account of my ferocious mood. All I wanna do is hit things right now. Sorry.
//If we could all just stop moaning about Valentines day and move on, that’d be great.
FIGURES OF NORSE MYTHOLOGY: BALDERThe son of Odin and Frigg, Balder was the god of light, joy, beauty, and purity. With his friendly, gentle, and wise nature, Balder was considered among the best of the gods. When he began dreaming about his death, Frigg extracted an oath from every creature, object, and force in nature to never harm her son. However, she overlooked the mistletoe due to its youth and small size. Using this to his advantage, Loki created a dart from the plant and manipulated Balder’s blind twin brother, Hod, into killing Balder. When the new world arises from the aftermath of Ragnarok, Balder will be reborn.
//Off for a while, got me some pancakes to scoff. And I’ll reply to that piece of awesomeness when I’m back I promise.
merelyfraudulent said: // It’s interesting how a lot of what’s supposed to make female monsters scary is how they’re ~uncontrollable~.
//Precisely. It all harks back to the old fashioned belief that women should behave accordingly etc etc. A man gets angry - he’s trying to make a point. A woman gets angry - she must be on her period or something (very black and white way of putting it I know, but blegh, it’s near-as-damnit). Same old same old, werewolf or not, I’m afraid.
//Reading about gender roles and werewolves. Fascinating, actually.
When the Incubus offered his hand, Hela hesitated before reaching out to touch his fingers lightly - she was conscious of just how cold her body was, especially her extremities, so didn’t want the contact to last long at all, if she could help it.
Walking alongside him, Hela kept her eyes cast downward, watching the toes of her shoes disappear into the soft, moist earth. When he spoke, she had to look up at him, which was a probably a surprise considering exactly what she was - Gods and Goddess’s had long been fabled for their tallness, so her smaller size was something of a rarity.
“You don’t know what you ask of me, Incubus. I keep my true form sheathed for a reason.. I am.. not easy to look upon.”
Her sking was cold, but it didn’t bothered Lüdvérc at all. The night was cold, and he was the creature of the night. As she walked next to him, he just realized how small she was. But wasn’t she a child of two giants? This was very interesting. And cute… He find it adorable for some reason. He find adorbale too many things lately. There might be too much nice peopleon the menu.
The demon stopped without any warnings. “I told you that you’re beautiful, because I meant it. People tend to forget that beauty is not only the outlook.” He said with a serious expression on his face and lifted his hands. “Try me, Hela, Queen of the Dead. Try me.” He said and smiled her.
Though Lüdvérch had stopped, Hela maintained her pace, turning on her heel to look back at the Incubus, capturing him with a glimmering, murky-green glare. It was neither sadistic, nor mild, but merely assertive.
"Forgive me, but, do not call me that.. Hela will do me fine. It was the name I was given at birth.. any other titles are those that have been attached to me by others.. " Her brow lifted, and she let loose a gentle smile that appeared forced. "..And I don’t reveal myself for the curiosity of others… lest you give me a reason..” And by that, she did mean something dark and utterly unsettling.