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  • OOC Archive Re: Asgard[DT]

    Happy early/Late/Or on time birthday!

    Apr 30, 2018
  • OOC Archive Re: Asgard[DT]

    Sure why not...

    Apr 27, 2018
  • Archive Re: Burning Rejection

    "Well, I've done it now..", I say exasperatedly, my blasted charm every time I am around a woman she burst into tears or hits me. Man aren't I a ladies ...

    Apr 27, 2018
  • OOC Archive Re: Asgard[DT]

    :D :D

    Apr 27, 2018
  • Archive Re: Asgard

    I feel Sif's fear and false rage and teleport myself into the shadows without being noticed by Juve or anyone I have an Illusion going in there with Juve it ...

    Apr 27, 2018
  • OOC Archive Re: Asgard[DT]

    :D

    Apr 27, 2018
  • Archive Re: Burning Rejection

    I look at the picture of the child,"How old was he??", I ask this tenderly yet not expecting an answer.

    Apr 27, 2018
  • Archive Re: Burning Rejection

    "It is okay I have had to sleep in rooms painted by Thor."

    Apr 27, 2018
  • OOC Archive Re: Asgard[DT]

    XD (Still picturing two Lokis and having trouble believing Hiddleston isn't in a relationship with a mirror)

    Apr 27, 2018
  • Archive Re: Burning Rejection

    I raise an eyebrow and look at my outfit and back at her.

    Apr 27, 2018
  • OOC Archive Re: Asgard[DT]

    XD

    Apr 27, 2018
  • Archive Re: Burning Rejection

    "Oh, well it seems nice." ((Bathroom))

    Apr 27, 2018
  • OOC Archive Re: Asgard[DT]

    Well I was picturing them making out..... ( your brain is twisted? )

    Apr 27, 2018
  • OOC Archive Re: Asgard[DT]

    I know but they gave me some story line to follow and it was pretty instructive.... I will try to follow up on that if you want me to but ...

    Apr 27, 2018
  • Archive Re: Asgard

    I can feel Sif's fear and it makes my stomach churn, my foolhardy brother and wait what? Do I sense myself, that doesn't make sense.... Wait it isn't me anymore.... ...

    Apr 27, 2018


Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening