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northernstxr · 8 years
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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.
i am over at @dvelja. feel free to follow if you want!
thanks for the memories.
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northernstxr · 8 years
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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.
i am over at @dvelja. feel free to follow if you want!
thanks for the memories.
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northernstxr · 8 years
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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.
i am over at @dvelja. feel free to follow if you want!
thanks for the memories.
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northernstxr · 8 years
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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.
i am over at @dvelja. feel free to follow if you want!
thanks for the memories.
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northernstxr · 8 years
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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.
i am over at @dvelja. feel free to follow if you want!
thanks for the memories.
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northernstxr · 8 years
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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.
i am over at @dvelja. feel free to follow if you want!
thanks for the memories.
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northernstxr · 8 years
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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.
i am over at @dvelja. feel free to follow if you want!
thanks for the memories.
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northernstxr · 8 years
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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.
i am over at @dvelja. feel free to follow if you want!
thanks for the memories.
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northernstxr · 8 years
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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.
i am over at @dvelja. feel free to follow if you want!
thanks for the memories.
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northernstxr · 8 years
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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.
i am over at @dvelja. feel free to follow if you want!
thanks for the memories.
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northernstxr · 8 years
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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.
i am over at @dvelja. feel free to follow if you want!
thanks for the memories.
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northernstxr · 8 years
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     It was the last word of the daily jumble that was the most difficult. Sigyn had refused to use the internet and, after a bit, had resorted to tapping the end of her pen against the desk she had parked herself at. Staring at the paper did nothing. Neither did rapping her pen against the smooth surface of the desk but at least it was something.
     Even if that something was ANNOYING.
     She was pulled from her rumination by the sound of a man’s voice, sitting upright and clutching the pen as he worded his irritation. ❝ Sorry. I ddin’t realize a-❞ Sigyn squinted before speaking again. ❝ Hang on a minute. How did you hear it?  You must have been rooms away! ❞
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                    …tap… tap… tap…
          He’s not sure when it started, but it’s in his ear.  In his head.  Endless, rhythmic tapping of something against something else.  A pen on a desk?   A shoe on the a floor?  It doesn’t matter, but when he can’t stand it anymore, Logan picks up a pencil so he has something to snap in half and gets up from his chair.
                    …tap…tap…tap…
          “What the— are you the one makin’ that racket?”  He doesn’t know her or what she’s doing there, but she’s the only one around and he just needs the noise to stop before he goes crazy.  “You wanna knock it off?”
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northernstxr · 8 years
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AS OF TODAY, this blog is an archive. i will be moving to a new blog with the same url. i’ll be following people slowly under the url dveljas until i transfer drafts, likes, etc. i will also be releasing a few drafts into the wild here before i move and the rest will be drafted over on the new blog. once this blog is archived, i will change the url back to northernstxr and forevermore be known as dvelja.
thank you all for sticking with this cluttered mess of a blog for two and a half years! feel free to unfollow this blog if you want. hope to see and interact with more of you on the new blog!
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northernstxr · 8 years
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HEIMDALL.
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            “I would not deny you your fondest desire, my Lady.  Especially when it one so simply fulfilled.  You are as welcome here as the stars themselves, and you will be no bother to me at all.”
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     She gives him a warm smile before moving into the Observatory. Eyes sweep the golden dome, settling on a nebula just beyond the archway. A contented sigh escapes her as she takes the sight in and it is only a few more seconds before she is asking the first question that rolls off of her tongue. ❝ How is it that you bear the weight of being Asgard’s eye? Is it not stressful to be standing vigil for so long? ❞
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northernstxr · 8 years
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AS OF TODAY, this blog is an archive. i will be moving to a new blog with the same url. i’ll be following people slowly under the url dveljas until i transfer drafts, likes, etc. i will also be releasing a few drafts into the wild here before i move and the rest will be drafted over on the new blog. once this blog is archived, i will change the url back to northernstxr and forevermore be known as dvelja.
thank you all for sticking with this cluttered mess of a blog for two and a half years! feel free to unfollow this blog if you want. hope to see and interact with more of you on the new blog!
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northernstxr · 8 years
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*cracks knuckles* I HAVE DECIDED TO CLEAN UP THIS BLOG. adding tags and deleting interactions and such. kyrie eleison.
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northernstxr · 8 years
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Do you dare to speak his name?   There’s evil at the root —cruel or kind, he’s on your mind, go on and give the dice a roll.
INDIE & SELECTIVE Rumpelstiltskin INSPIRED BY ABC’s Once Upon a Time
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