— STEVE ROGERS.

— adult writer ( 24+ )
— mature themes
— independent portrayal
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"ɪ ᴀᴍ Iʀᴏɴ Mᴀɴ."

Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ
Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ
Gᴀʏ
Sᴛᴏɴʏ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ
Sʜɪᴘs sɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍ
Tʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs
Oᴄ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ
Oᴄs Wᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ
Aʟʟ Fᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍs ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ
Mɪʀʀɪᴏʀ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ
Rᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛs ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ
Wʀɪᴛᴇʀ #Gᴏʟᴅ

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into the gardens. Maybe Löptr was in there. Her blue and silver dress flowed in the wind around her feet as she entered the garden and, for some reason, she decided to call his name. She was concerned about him.

"Löptr? Are you still here?"

thought she was going, she answered calmly and patiently, but devoid of respect for the All-Father.

"I'm going to take a walk. I believe I'm entitled to such." She answered and then walked out the door to the surprise of everyone in the room.

It was a beautiful evening so she decided to go --

flicked around the room.

"You may not agree with some things that he does, but disrespecting him will just make everything worse. Honestly, you should be ashamed of yourselves. You're all better than this." She finished as she stood up and pushed in her chair. When asked by Odinn where she --

her father with an uncharacteristically harsh expression. She obviously had very little patience for him and it wasn't a secret.

"He's your Blood-Brother. You chose that. That means you decided that he deserved respect. You don't treat him as such. You all treat him as a menace." Her gaze --

glass down.

"Well, maybe if you had invited him like I said you should have from the beginning, this wouldn't have happened." Her voice finally broke through the others. She was soft spoken and known to be kind, but she made sure she was heard. All voices ceased when she spoke.

She turned to --

about him and that bothered her.

Multiple individuals were complaining and saying that something should be done. She was quiet for several minutes, listening to each deity offer either suggestions or merely complain about him. When Odinn spoke up she finally broke her silence, setting her wine --

When Löptr eventually conceded to go outside, he turned and met Sigyn's concerned gaze. She could have sworn that she saw regret in his eyes before he left the room and her immediate reaction was concern and compassion for him. Then he was gone and the conversation picked up again, but now it was --

have been surprised if Idunn didn't slap him for that comment. Her brows rose as Löptr rose to his feet and Odinn was right behind him, demanding he go outside and cool off. She was very quiet, but paying close attention to everything going on in front of her and even the murmurs around her. --

highly of her.

Sigyn was sipping her wine quietly as the insults kept flying and eventually Idunn got involved. When Löptr spoke to Idunn, she almost choked on her wine. That one...that was surprising. She didn't choke, but came close.

Then the slap came and Sigyn wasn't surprised. She would --

Every individual toast surprised her more and more. It was getting to the point that her brows rose slightly every time Löptr spoke to another deity. Yet, he was kind to her. She wasn't stupid, she realized this and eventually so would the others. However, she was flattered that he thought so --

She's thinking more fantasy for a costume. Maybe she should be a butterfly. She is one, to be honest. Butterflies represent beauty and grace overcoming hardship and darkness. Being reborn. Butterflies are linked to Sigyn. From darkness to light.
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Commander James Bond 《 007 》

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Today is Wednesday and she has decided to celebrate a part of herself that is not well-known. She is a Völva, also known as a Nordic witch. She weaves Seiðr, speaks Galdr, and sees Spa (prophecy) in dreams. It's not just "Witchy" for the season. It's her.
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All Mother of Asgard
Heart Mother to orphans
Maker of magic...and a little mischief.

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Anthony J. Crowley.

Fallen Angel, Demon, Proud plant dad.

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Of him. Her goblet was raised to her lips as she took another sip of wine while her blue eyes flicked over to Löptr once more.

She felt compelled to warn him, but wasn't sure how to go about it.

Those thoughts and her gaze finally moved from Löptr, whom she had kind of been staring at, to Odinn and her brows furrowed with concern. She had heard enough to be uncomfortable with what the All-Father was insinuating.

She already had her own issues with Odinn. This just added to her dislike--

Incredibly attractive, but that wasn't really what had her attention. It was more the way he had spoken of her when toasting. It was that drop of kindness in a toast that was filled with irritation.

She was thinking of this when she overheard Odinn whispering to others. That snapped her out of --