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[empyrealarc]

  It BURNED. Frozen restraints born of dwarf stars wrapped about her limbs. Restrained her at the joints, dragged her toward eternal imprisonment.

    “LET ME GO! LET ME GO, LET ME GO, IT’S MINE, I’M NOT DONE!” There was still work to be done, lives to be consumed, empires to raze and reform! IT COULDN’T END LIKE THIS! Foaming at the mouth, reduced to a squealing hatchling, begging to be released to continue her selfish romp across the stars?

    “PLEASE! PL- PLEASE, LET ME GO! LET ME G-REHGMPH!” A chain found its way across her maw, digging into the soft flesh of her lips, grinding against her teeth. Tears stained with mascara burned lines down her cheeks. Was this how it was meant to end? She had wanted so much more, she could have been so much MORE!

  Ana’Hira S’byll-Breed of Satriani.     YOU WANT IT ALL.

A voice. A calling. Torn from the battery of another, sent careening through space and causality, to wind up on the finger of someone who did not need it, but wanted it all the same. The explosion of energy from her conscription destroyed her bonds, lifted her upright and burned the very cosmos around her with a sunfire orange.

    Welcome to the Orange Lantern Corps.

    “MINE!”

[cultivatxr]

“ Hypothetically speaking... if you ever had to dispose of a body,                    how would you go about it? ”

As far as casual conversations go, it’s perhaps one of the stranger ones, Aerith has ever opened with. Typically you might expect to hear a quip about flowers, or some sunshine strewn flight of whimsical fancy, but not today. Oh no, today was something entirely different and just ever so slightly unorthodox. It was all Elena’s fault really. She’d inspired a true deep-dive into the exciting world of crime novels - a pastime which the ancient was suddenly strangely enthusiastic about.   “ —Rufus said to just toss it in a reactor, but that seems a bit lazy.”

[inspiritingplums]

He’d tried pacing, at first. It was better than nothing.

In the end it hadn’t been enough, and now he found himself walking the dimly lit streets and letting his tears fall freely.

Sometimes it hit him, how fresh the loss of his mother still was. And now it was the second anniversary of it and he wasn’t even in Clearbrook to visit her. Guilt and pain filled him up, and it was the middle of the night, so Alfyn surely couldn’t bother any of his friends.

He wouldn’t know what to say, anyhow. “I miss my mom” seemed kind of...unimpressive. He was an adult, wasn’t he? And an apothecary at that. He should be able to deal with this by now.

He sagged onto a bench, sighed, and wiped fruitlessly at his eyes.

[elxtricblue-blog]

“Eeeeeeh? What is that you have there? Let me see it!”

[gallant-gained]

He’d fallen into a puddle of mud that seemed more like a sea.

An impromptu bath in the river was in order.

[theothervonkarmagirl]

“What am I doing?”

“Oh, I am making a rope. My beloved is being held captive in Castle Shirasagi and the guards, poor souls, have been brainwashed by the demon that has taken up occupancy there and they have thwarted my every attempt to enter the building. There are too many of them to fight on my lonesome, so I will latch onto a window with this hook!!”

He held up the hook for emphasis.

“And climb up! Sometimes the best plans are the simplest.”

[substitutekurosaki]

“So...what the fuck do you exactly plan to do to get yourself out of that mess?”