looks. just a beast. headcanons. tattoos. his pets.

wardrobe. audio. his love. Mama. Papa.

#I will delete this blog on Sunday #ooc

hiatus here too, because my muse is officially just… dead.

I’m going to create another account, link it and reblog a few things from this account to that one, but it won’t be created until I get a laptop.

I love you all & thanks for sticking with me.

#ooc

#headcanons #cackles

invisiblechainsconfineme:

devourerofodin:

invisiblechainsconfineme:

devourerofodin:

invisiblechainsconfineme:

“That is too bad… We have something in common though. I have lived here for 900 years now.”

“Exactly. Why are you down here?”

“Oh… Goodness.”

I’m actually regretting that choice, considering I’d still be able to see my mother all the time back in Asgard.

#invisiblechainsconfineme

invisiblechainsconfineme:

devourerofodin:

invisiblechainsconfineme:

“That is too bad… We have something in common though. I have lived here for 900 years now.”

“Exactly. Why are you down here?”

I chose banishment over Gleipnir’s bounds.

#invisiblechainsconfineme

brittlebonesandtorcheddreams:

devourerofodin:

You’re the one who just crumpled up the necklace, Elva. I do believe I’m being the mature one here, and breaking off the relationship before it gets worse.

“You’re right I did. And you’re lucky I don’t do something else.” She shook her head, “I think you’re probably incapable of emotions altogether.” She added with a shrug as she turned away, walking out. “Have fun fuckin’ things for the next few weeks, I guess.” 

Incapable of emotions? You mean like you? [snorts, and closes the door]

#so done #brittlebonesandtorcheddreams

invisiblechainsconfineme:

“That is too bad… We have something in common though. I have lived here for 900 years now.”

[he nods] I’ve been here for 805 years. Only a 95 year difference.

#invisiblechainsconfineme

brittlebonesandtorcheddreams:

devourerofodin:

[he straightens when she asks him that, eyes flinty] Get out, Elva. Don’t even ask me that again. That isn’t a question a child like you should be asking.

“A child? I believe I’m being more mature than you right now.” She ripped off the key necklace and it crumpled it her hand before she dropped it on the table, “It’s obvious you aren’t anyways.”

You’re the one who just crumpled up the necklace, Elva. I do believe I’m being the mature one here, and breaking off the relationship before it gets worse.

#cries #crying #brittlebonesandtorcheddreams

invisiblechainsconfineme:

devourerofodin:

invisiblechainsconfineme:

devourerofodin:

invisiblechainsconfineme:

devourerofodin:

invisiblechainsconfineme:

“My name is Shaleatinaela. Who might you be?” I smile curiously, tilting my head a bit.

“Fen? Is that short for something?”

“Fenris?” My silver eyes flash with confusion. “That name sounds familiar…”

“Woah, Loki’s kid? Seriously?” My eyes widen almost comedically and my wings flare out a bit.

“Uhh, yeah.. He is my adopted half brother…”

“Ah, I see. Still, my sister then.” I chuckle and offer my hand. “I guess I would count you as family then.”

“I must admit, that is pretty sweet! I never dreamt I would ever have a nephew.”

“I must admit, you are reacting surprisingly better than your mother.”

[chuckles] I’ve lived on Midgard most of my life, actually. I haven’t really seen my aunt Thor since I was a child.

#invisiblechainsconfineme

#JOR #WHAT ARE YOU DOING BROTHER #Jor