I Don’t Know Whose Mans This Is Next To My Leg, But He Seems Chill

Once more for those in the back.

So...let’s talk about Hela, shall we?

We all know that she’s basically a version of Baldur. Odin’s first born, perfect golden son. The blessed child of Odin and Frigg, but I’m thinking Frigga in the MCU never would’ve allowed Hela to grow up the way she did...

My theory is that Hela is the daughter of Odin and Freya, who was likely Odin’s first wife in the MCU who died at some point before Hela was locked away and he met Frigga, etc. I think that Freya loved her “perfect daughter” so much that he cursed her the same way she did Baldur in Norse Mythology. Making him immune to all things with only a single loophole left out, being mistletoe.

Odin likely would’ve made up the loophole just in case, because he was obviously paranoid about everything down to his own children’s intentions. Though, because of his love for her, he chose mistletoe because of its poisonous nature. If he suspected any sign of madness, or she committed an atrocity, he could’ve just poisoned her food or drink and let her die peacefully in her sleep. A merciful death to spare himself the act of having to kill her with his own hands, but when she inevitably grew bloodthirsty, he still couldn’t kill his own child (just as he couldn’t kill Loki) and locked her away in a prison all her own (much like how Loki was locked away in Mythology with Sigyn protecting him from the venom dripping serpent.)

My thoughts on what might’ve happened to her if she were poisoned could go one of two ways. She either would’ve died as any human would, or the spell keeping her invulnerable would’ve been broken and she quite possibly would’ve reverted to the “perfect golden child” that Freya was trying to protect. Meaning, blonde like Odin with creamy skin rather than pale and quite possibly less insane, because she would finally be able to feel again. Pain, anguish, all of it. She’d be normal just like every other Asgardian for the first time since she was a small child and it would be quite the humbling shock to go from this:

To this:

Because of one teeny, tiny little plant probably mentioned in Human legend in the MCU by Odin as a warning, should she ever return/escape upon his death or for some other reason.

Just thought this might be an interesting idea for any of you out there trying to figure out how to write a Hela x Reader fic without getting stuck.

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Headcanon about the toning down of the Crows in Veilguard.

If we think about ages of Teia/Viago/Illario and Lucanis (and Rook, if that's your HC), they're all (roughly) the same age, right? And I would imagine not much different in age to Zevran, who's been messing with the Crows since DAO.

So what if they're the 'next generation', and perhaps agree with "oh shit, what the Crows used to do was awful, we've got to do better". Teia does have some hero worship of Caterina going on, sure, but I like to think that this generation of Talons is actually doing much better than their predecessors thanks to Zevran clearing the way for them and showing them they can do better.

Ugh, I dunno, I just want to feel hopeful in this little space because I'm very much enjoying Crow!Rook

me: i’m going to pick this short bit of dialogue so i don’t get carried away. also me: whoops.

I love these posts

Tauriel’s Sermon on the River Bank (10/34)

If Ciri brought Geralt to meet you in our world...

Meeting you: He would be curious about your strange accent, the way you looked at him with wide eyes. You had known Ciri since she came to your house looking for help, knowing her was strange enough, so meeting your all time hero was something else. Ciri knew you liked him, informing him that he should do his best to act like a gentleman while he was around you. He offered a smile at first seeing you, bowing his head, grateful that you were letting them stay with you. "It's an honor to meet you, Miss...you already know me, I suppose." He chuckled and that's when it truly struck you...Geralt of Rivia was smiling...at you... Meeting your boyfriend: You lived in a nice house, off the beaten path. A country house that wasn't too terribly far from the city. Your boyfriend thought you were crazy, but you loved the seclusion, especially with your strange choice in house guests that just decided to show up every once in a while. When Geralt and Ciri were with you, they wore normal clothes. Ciri usually in skinny jeans, a t-shirt and some kind of jacket, but Geralt liked blue, boot-cut jeans, with tan cowboy boots, the pant legs over them, and a flannel or button down of near every color, but he'll wear a white, green or black t-shirt from time to time. He was outside cutting firewood, Ciri was practicing archery, a craft she took to after saving the universe. Geralt wore dark blue jeans, his tan boots, and a tight, black t-shirt. Your boyfriend pulled up in his car as you were walking outside in a nice dress and a denim jacket for a date in town. You greeted you boyfriend with a kiss, only to be stared at by Ciri who held her bow at her hip and Geralt holding his axe across his shoulders. "Well...Y/n, mind introducing me to your...?" You boyfriend asked, returning the glare that Geralt offered. "Oh, these are friends from back home, they come to visit...sorry I didn't tell you. They're kinda private." You explained. "Meet...Ciri and Geralt. They're originally from Norway." You added the last part for good measure. "Your man looks like a whelp, Y/n. I doubt he could hold a blade." Geralt said in slight disgust at your choice of man. "What? Like a-...wait is there something wrong with your eyes...?" Your boyfriend asked but you quickly kissed his cheek, getting his attention, quickly leaving after that... Reacting to you in a bikini: Your parents had a beach house, with no Drowners or Water Hags, so Geralt and Ciri were eager to go swimming and fishing. You decided to treat them to the full beach experience. The beach house had its own private dunes before the water, with no annoying passers by. You got the grill going, waiting for Geralt and Ciri to come outside. You were flipping burgers, already wearing your bikini. A bright blue bikini, with high waisted bottoms and a vintage style top. You were flipping burgers when they came out. Geralt was no shy thing, looking you straight up and down. "Do all women wear so little clothing to the ocean...?" He asked. "Geralt, I'm wearing less than her. And you're wearing less that both of us in those shorts. Get over it." Ciri demanded, walking over to get a burger as she strutted confidently in her green string bikini. Geralt wore short red and black trunks that stopped at his mid-thighs. His silver hair was fairly long, pulled up into a bun, sort of making him look almost normal...what with all of the numerous scars not exactly helping. "True. However, I'm glad that no other men get to see Y/n like this. They'd flock to her from miles around to court her or...well, be more direct." Geralt chuckled, getting his own burger. "Whatever, man-bun. Let's eat. I've been starving cooking these damn things." You laughed, joining them for good picnic before a perfect afternoon of beach time... To be continued at two hundred notes...

I give that voice an A+++++

Reblog if you find Brynjolf's accent sexy

So, I’m really late to the party on this one...

Turns out, through all this time that I’ve been putting off my writing, because I was unable to properly envision my OC’s appearances in my head, I never knew about a little website by the name of picrew.me. It has changed the game...

What the hell, right? I just went on TikTok today and saw people posting with the available character creators and I felt like an idiot for two reasons:

Because I’m a writer, not an artist. I’m too impatient to sit for that long to draw out as many characters as I need to for my main original novels or the occasional fan fiction I write to test out new OC’s personalities.

Because I grew up playing “dress-up” games like every other member of my 2000’s baby generation (I’m 20) and I never for a moment thought of trying to find a program that might be able to do my art for me for free (not that I don’t support people going to freelance artists, I intend to seek one out for book covers soon, but I just lack the budget to get portraits done for the number of characters I have).

So, what the hell is wrong with me, right?

I’ve been wasting all of this time struggling with what I couldn’t see and now...? I’m writing more than ever and I’m not confused! It’s a huge weight off my shoulders and I finally intend to share a few of my creations to show off some of the different art styles offered by the selection of character customization programs...

My first example is Persephone from my latest endeavor into writing an X-Men story.

She’s a young mutant who was born into a Jewish family with the power to control and manipulate plant life. However, this ability didn’t develop until she turned ten and ran away from the hand of a violent father and straight into the care of a marooned alien. One we all know and love, Groot who crash landed on Earth (an event that will eventually lead him to Rocket in the years to come, but for now this moment is set before X-Men: Days of Future Past. Before Magneto’s speech is given on tv and life changes for mutants forever).

With the help of her mutation, she’s able to hide Groot’s true identity as an extraterrestrial. Claiming upon her arrival to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters that she made him by accident when her mutant-phobic father raised a bat in hand to kill the "abomination" he'd brought into the world. Not that it was entirely a lie, she could replenish and understand him through her abilities. And we all know how protective our beloved seven foot tall tree monster can be of small, mostly defenseless, screaming creatures.

As for the details of her abilities, they follow thusly:

Her canine teeth are elongated and incredibly strong along with the rest of her chompers as her mutation affects her metabolism and she needs to eat a large amount of heavy protein to maintain her strength, meaning beef, chicken, eggs, fish, etc. She identifies as a carnivore, because eating uncooked veggies can get a little awkward when she can hear the cherry tomatoes in her salad talking. Asking not to be eaten. As a result, she takes classes and puts herself in charge of planning meals/grocery shopping for the team. She’d rather die than eat unseasoned food.

Her hair grows like a weed and resembles the color to boot. Flowing in lengths of green, but it changes with the seasons. Going from lime green in the spring, to emerald in the summer, red, yellow and chestnut in the fall and in the winter...seasonal depression kicks in with a force to turn her flowing tresses black as potting soil. This however can be treated with her depression through the use of stimulants, mood stabilizers and a cubic butt-load of coffee, because just like pine trees, her internal biome loves acidic foods.

Though, because of its composition and advanced growth rate, she keeps her hair teased neatly into locs and can be often found preening herself whenever she’s not grooming every last sprout and bud in the Manor’s greenhouse where she lives with Groot to keep him company. And depending on her mood, her hair can sprout flowers based on whatever she’s feeling. Anger will sprout a crown of thorns, heartbreak grows anemones and intense love could cause whole bushels of forget-me-nots to bloom in their mesmerizing blues and violets.

And who do they bloom for? For the very first time after years of attending Xavier’s school? After being kidnapped by and defeating Apocalypse? Saving Warren/Angel’s life...? Why of course it would be one Mr. Kurt Wagner, fresh out of the circus who would take one look at her green hair with freckled, clay-colored and his blue features would go straight to purple after the fight in realizing that he wasn’t alone. There were other mutants out there in the world who looked different and Percy...? She was nothing short of her namesake. A true Spring goddess who melted the moment he wandered lost into her green house and wasn’t afraid of Groot. Even after the giant tree tossed the boy across the room like a rag doll, thinking he was attempting to sneak up on his little green-thumbed friend...

Needless to say, they would hit it off, despite a few trials given the disapproval of her new best friend, Warren who was still bitter about Kurt accidentally burning his wings during the cage fight. Though, with the new, fluffy white ones that Percy would help him grow with a special herbal brew...? After the X-Men agreed to take him in an hide him from his family...? He really had no right to complain...

And you never know...maybe one day because of them, a new generation of X-Men might come into the world...

I was able to come up with all of this story because of Picrew, so if you’re struggling like I often do, why not give it a try? It’s totally free and even fun if that’s your sorta thing. So, feel free to let me know if any of you want me to show off anymore of my OC’s sometime. I’d be happy to oblige...