#Hel Mary

[torque-witch]

Some eerie shit went down the last couple of days leading up to today. It was also proceeded by much needed rain that felt poetic and grief-stricken. And now, it’s eerily silent across town. Been like that all day.

But I do know that me suddenly getting up and painting Hel on a huge canvas during the election was a call to do magic. Repeating one song and very specific lyrics over and over again to brush strokes was a spell. And it comforted me and allowed me to sleep for a little bit with her watching over me. She even sent me some prosperity in return today.

I’m being called to bring back my power. I’m listening and watching. I want to. Hel is my protector. I am her flame. If all I can do is paint, then I will. Every piece is a channeling of love and comfort. That’s what it always was meant to be.

[mcbridemascfem]

Friendly reminder you can be Pagan/Christian and be trans

It’s feels hard to be a witch when many associate witchcraft with women hood

You’re not less of a witch for being a man

Your gods love you, you’re not a traitor or a bad person for being a man

You don’t have to fit into the aesthetic of dark femme if you work with or worship Lilith, the morrogon , hel, Hecate or anyone

Athena won’t view you as stupid and Aphrodite won’t view you as ugly

Artemis still loves you you’re not disappointing her

I love manly witches!

if you work with god in a pagan or Christian way is great! Your not a traitor for believing in god or Jesus

God made lots of cool things so why wouldn’t you be a man?

Mary still loves you

Your transition, whatever that may be isn’t a disservice to Gods creation (he’s not mad)

You don’t have to be a Christian in spite of being trans you don’t have to be trans in spite of being Christian Jesus was both man and god and Mary was both virgin and mother

If other queer people treat you badly for believing in god that’s for them to deal with not you

Being a man isn’t a bad thing

God already knows you’re trans so why hide from him?



[mistfallengw2]

A (GW2) human ask game has appeared! 👤

1. Where were they born? Did they like the place? Did they move at some point?

2. What's their family like? Are they still around? Do they like them and get along?

3. Of what descent are they? Does all of their family come from the same region or are they mixed? Does it influence them much?

4. Do they have any particularly (in)famous or historically relevant ancestors? Does it matter to them?

5. Which god do they revere/were they blessed by? Are they particularly religious? Does that impact their daily life?

6. How did they take Balthazar's betrayal? Did it change how they feel towards the other Gods?

7. What's their opinion on the Queen, the Ministers and the White Mantle? [alt for Elonians: Joko and the Sunspears. alt for Canthan: the Empress and the Purists]

8. Have they ever had to deal with bandits, pirates or other criminals? Has any of their family and friends (that they know of) been involved?

9. How do they feel about charr and the treaty? And about the attempts to stifle it?

10. Do they find themselves at home in human society or do they prefer to live outside of it? Would they change anything about it?

11. What was their first experience with other races? Did it impact them or forge particular sympathies or antipathies? Did they have any bias beforehand?

12. Do they have a job/occupation? Did they ever change it? Are they happy with it?

13. [Free space for 3 pieces of trivia about your human!]

[aristobun]

helene: please don’t let the pred kill joel

me: *looks at the fugitive pred, then back at her*

me: you know you’re crazy right?

helene: please..

me: i’m not dying today because you can’t handle a lil murder

[dulcewrites]

Truly, Madly, Deeply

I got this idea while writing fcc. Maris Baratheon is gay bc I said so. Happy pride month y’all 🏳️‍🌈 🫶🏽

The deal was simple: marriage or become a silent sister.

Her father always had little patience with her, which she supposes is alright. She has little patience with him. Whenever she feels a bit too claustrophobic in the castle, the good air being sucked up from his ego, she writes little notes and leaves them on her parent’s bed.

It always requires a maester to read them. Sometimes mother does it.

Having someone else other than the voice in her head call him an illiterate imbecile was worth the punishment most times. But this time, she could tell by the twitch in his eye that he was serious this time. She had looked to mother for help, and all she got was a sympathetic glance. Not sympathetic enough, she thought.

Maris always going to be the problem child, and in turn, she would always be considered expendable. She is not the prettiest, or the most duitful. Clever, they would call her. She knew that was a coverup for what they really wanted to say. Mouthy.

The Riverlands may not be that bad.

She reminded herself that through dress fittings, and mindless drowning on about decorations and food. Maris always thought their deer sygil was a bit silly. Not very intimidating like a dragon or symbolic like a glowing tower. Or even pretty like a flower.

Well, at least it is not a fucking fish.

You will make a lovely wife. It was a lie, and if Myah was in front of her, her mouth would be quirked to the side in mirth. Pretty and mischievous. Maris can hear her voice even as the words are just written on the page.

Please come to King’s Landing. You must meet Baelor.

It was not the first time Myrah had asked. The last time they had seen each other in person, she was watching Myrah and Aemond marry.

Marry and kiss. Dance and kiss. Laugh and kiss. They kissed a lot at their wedding really. Her whole family had been there on pins and needles for different reasons. Her parents upset at what could have been. Her sisters with a similar sentiment. Floris and Ellyn just tired of hearing how they let a prince slip their fingers. Cassandra the most vocal about her strife.

“I suppose her looks make up for her station,” she muttered, pushing her meat across her plate in disgust. “That or something else.”

That earned a swift kick to the shin from Maris.

What none of them wanted to admit it is that it was never going to be one of them. Anyone with a working brain could see that from the moment the Targaryens came to Storm’s End on the godsforsaken tour.

“I have to thank you,” before they left King’s Landing, Myrah pulled her to the side. Her hand intertwined with Maris’. “I cannot help but feel like you helped Aemond and I get to this point.”

It was the first time she got a sharp pang in her chest. She just smiled through it. Myrah glowed, and Maris hated it. She doesn’t know why but it flowed through her veins like blood does. They correspond to each other regularly and the pang doesn’t cease.

It debilitates and shakes her to her core as she writes back.

I would love to.

Maris feels and hears Myrah before truly gets a good look at her.

A squeal and a tight hug. Maris is hit with a wave of lavender and rose. She still smells the same. Feels the same. Hands come to squeeze her cheeks when Myrah pulls away.

“I have to pinch myself, pinch you to see if you’re actually here.”

Maris is sure her face is on fire under her hands. She finally gets a good look at Myrah as they begin to walk through the Red Keep, arm in arm. The slim silhouettes with thick fabric that Maris first saw her in when they met had been replaced by something more opulent. Reminding Maris of Myrah on her wedding day. The V-neck usually found on women in the Vale had been replaced with a square one. Puffy sleeves and full skirt to round the look. The rubies in her hair net glistening, matching the ones dangling from her ears, in the light. Maris wonders how long it took her ladies to manage to put all of Myrah’s thick curls under it.

Red, black, and gold - Maris noted. It should not come as a shock. Myrah would adopt the style of the ladies in court, and she would adopt the colors of her… husband’s house.

The word sits in her tongue like bad porridge. Thick and nasty. She chalks it up to the fear of gaining one herself soon.

Myrah immediately takes her to see Baelor. Who takes one look at Maris’ face and buries his face in his mom’s legs.

“He is a bit shy,” she beams. “Likes to hide in my skirts sometimes.”

He has that in common with father. He has Aemond’s face already, with Myrah’s coloring. His eye shape, but her eye color. A skeptical look that mirrors Aemond but dark curls that fall in front of his face in an earnest way that is all Myrah.

A perfect little combination of the two. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

They sit out on the terrace that is attached to the room. A full spread already out there of various tarts and sweets. Maris goes to pour them both a goblet of wine but Myrah stops her with a sly smile.

“I probably should not,” she pats her tummy in a knowing way.

Oh.

“Again?”

It comes out more aghast and rude than even Maris wants. But Myrah just laughs, and nods.

“Yes, again,” she’s glowing again. In the way Maris knows is special to how Myrah feels about Aemond. “It is quite early on, but the maester confirmed it a few days ago.”

She tells herself to bite her tongue. To be happy and smile because she could not live with herself if she is the reason why that glow falters, but the words slip out of her mouth.

“Even after what happened after giving birth the first one,” ok perhaps she should’ve used him name. “I know Baelor took so much out of you.”

Something flashes behind Myrah’s eyes. Fear? Pain? Anger?

“I want more children,” she says curtly. “And I want my son to experience having a sibling bond the way I do.”

Maris can tell by Myrah’s defensive tone that it not the first time she has been questioned. The air is charged now, and Maris questions throwing herself off the balcony at the way Myrah’s lips downturn in a pout.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters. The words on foreign on her tongue.

Myrah gives a small smile. “I know you are just worried for me.”

“Not about that,” then she squeezes her eyes shut briefly. Words were never hard to come by till she met Myrah. “I mean yes for that, but also for not coming. After I got the letter.”

Myrah’s gaze softens. It was only a week after Myrah had given birth to Baelor that Maris recieved a letter. And though the seal on it was the typical House Everlane one she had grown accustomed to breaking. The handwriting was completely different.

The queen had written on behalf of Myrah.

Myrah’s loopy, girlish caligarphy replaced by Helaena’s short and delicate one. Maris tucked the letter under her pillow in a fugue state after reading it. She slept with it as her tears mixed in with her pillow sheet. She had built up so much resentment towards Aemond. Towards a child she did not know. Only just days old. Because she could not understand a world where Myrah was not living in it.

“I understand. I did not expect people to drop everything and come to my aid.”

But I should have. I would have. For you.

“Ok enough sappy talk, let’s talk wedding plans.”

The details are miserable to Maris but exciting to Myrah. She knows she is trying to make her feel better.

“Just think about it,” Myrah picks off the candied lemon on a lemon cake. “The weather will not be as harsh, and you will still be close to by. I am pulling ranks and making you visit more.”

Myrah leans over to grab Maris’, and gods Maris hopes it is not as sweaty as she feel it is.

“I know you are worried, but if anything happens, you can tell me,” she says seriously, before a cheeky smile suddenly appears. “You techincally have the largest dragon in the world at your disposal.”

Maris snorts at the thought at Aemond playing her protector. “And how’s that?”

“Aemond has Vhagar, I have Aemond, and you have me.”

Maris doesn’t know whether cry and or to throw up.

The throwing up option only becomes more clear when Aemond finally makes his appearance. Dressed in typical black leather, but with riding gloves on. Myrah hops up like, giddy and sweet.

Maris turns away when they kiss. The brushing of noses and whispers against the lips too much too take. His hand instantly goes to Myrah’s belly. She has no real reason to dislike Aemond. In fact, it was Myrah giggling about how much they remind her of each other that made her look at Aemond differently.

Maris wished she could fight the burn in her chest when it came to him.

“Tell Maris that the Riverlands are lovely,” Myrah tugs on his hand. “You enjoyed it when Aegon and you went.”

“The Riverlands are lovely,” he repeats monotoned. Myrah swats at his arm.

“It will be ok,” she reiterated to Maris.

And gods Maris wants to believe her so bad.

Myrah is a bleeding heart. It was one of the things Aemond loved and envied about her. She is kind almost to a farce. It can titter into naivety but it was always in good faith. She frets and worries and cares so much. It’s why she is good wife, and an even better mother.

He would repopulate Old Valyria with her if she gave him the chance.

But Aemond can tell when that pretty head is working overtime. It did during dinner that night with Maris, and continued into the night.

“I guess it just, I don’t know - it put into perspective how lucky I am,” she frowns. “Her parents are just shipping her off to a man she doesn’t know. And I understand that is the lot in life for many ladies. It could have been mine. It just makes me sad.”

She goes on and on with her brows furrowed and her arms flailing.

Aemond pulls her into his lap, hand brushing against the silk of her nightgown.

“You shouldn’t work yourself up so much. It’s not good for you or the babe.”

Myrah frowns before her eyes get wide. “We kill him.”

“What,” Aemond laughs.

“If something happens to her, we kill him,” she repeats. “You are great swordsman, my love.”

“Flattery will not convince me to kill a man.”

She wraps her arms around his neck.

“Can I do something else to convince you to kill a man.”

Aemond pauses for a moment. “Probably.”

What can he say, he is weak willed.

“Good, I’m hoping you to that.”

He knows that Myrah loves Maris, and Maris… loves Myrah. He knows that look, he gives that look everyday. It’s pathetic and hopeless, and full of want.

Longing is a cunt.

Aemond hasn’t figured it out if Myrah knows, and she’s too kind to say anything. Or if she still doesn’t get the power she has over people. One night he told her in the dark. After a feast Aegon held with diplomats from around the realm.

“You’ll never have to know what it is like to want you.”

Myrah snorted and told him he was dramatic when he had too much to drink. But he woke, albeit with an alcohol induced headche, still feeling the same. She will laugh off any suggestion that she extremely charming. Aemond buried his jelousy problem well. But they sprout and take form with Myrah.

He doesn’t know if he more envious watching people naturally gravitate towards Myrah or knowing he will never possess such power.

It pulled him. It has pulled Maris in.

Myrah is the moon. The tides will always be under her control.

[arsenicflame]

there is exactly one (1) thing Angela wants in an ideal world and its domestic bliss

1602: Witch Hunter Angela #4 // Angela: Queen of Hel #7

[eclipsecrowned]

i will not make this an au i will not make this an au i will not make this an au i

[supakitty3]

OMG I JUST GOT A RANDOM ART ODEA (which prob has been done before but its going the defeat my artblock i just know it) ITS TOKI WARTOOTH AS HEL (norse godess of the dead and ruler of the underworld) i will do more reasearxh and if i find it to not be fitting ill just do azrael (the angel of death for Judaism, Christianity, and islam) as i am mor familiar with his concept

[aristobun]

yellow tulip - "there is sunshine in your smile"

You are the one who is contacting people when you haven’t heard from them in awhile, and the one who friends call when they need to be cheered up. You have the most infectious laugh imaginable, and people can’t help feeling happy when you’re around. Even when things aren’t going your way, you see the glass as half full. Know that it’s okay to feel negative emotions and that just because something worse isn’t happening to you, the things you are going through and the way you feel about them is valid. You are allowed to put yourself ahead of others sometimes. You’ve gotten told you’re naive a lot, and while it’s true that you should take off your rose-colored glasses sometimes, that’s not accurate. You are well aware that things aren’t always going well, but you are making the conscious choice to not add to the misery. Maybe things suck and there’s a lot of fear-mongering and defeatism going around, but that’s ineffective and does nothing but further suck joy out of the world. Your efforts don’t go unnoticed, and the universe is better for them.

Have you ever wondered what flower from Victorian flower language you are? I have! I have a quiz about it! (my credentials are that I have a spreadsheet of over 600 flower meanings)

[meadowdog]

Which Way to Wish Well

[torque-witch]

This Hel Mary has travelled with me to a lot of shows in 2024 and still looking for a home!

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[thedeadthree]

Where was Una during Aegon’s coronation?? 👀

and tyty so much @marivenah for askingg my darling dear una as well!! i hope yall are well and having the loveliest day/night!!!! <3

-`. send me an episode/chapter/scene/ect. and i'll tell you what my OC was doing during it.

she was there hehe !!!!! :)). he insisted she walk beside him (as she was introduced to the court when she walked with viserys, she seemingly eased his well being with NOT sorcery that he was able to go to bat for rhae rhae <3 this was ofc before they were introduced to each other and una was still loyal to iovanna!!) BUUT grandy otto refused that notion as he feared it would rouse suspicion about the two that i mean who was he kidding everyone knew but yk..... i guess. so!! she was in the carriage ride with him and the dowager queen, bid him well theres a cuteish moment between them before he's scolded that he'll be late. she does attend the ceremony and she stands beside bestie h*elaena looked in an almost unhinged AWE at m*eleys bursting through the pit and then she departed on a covert little trip to d*ragonstone to claim the cannibal <3

[aristobun]

@colleenmurphy reminds me of colly :D ❤️

[vegalores]

@colleenmurphy

[eclipsecrowned]

much like how gaia's cousin is implied to be a specific canon character to introduce complications to her narrative, hel is written in certain interactions to be a member of a certain family. however, what is plotted with and works on discord with besties might be godmodding in wider community.

schrodinger's am*r*m cousin. schrodinger's kh0lin.