AHAHAHA I HAVE DONE IT
holy cow i feel so accomplished
But yes, here’s the result of all the faces from the emoji challenge. HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY, NERDS.
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AHAHAHA I HAVE DONE IT
holy cow i feel so accomplished
But yes, here’s the result of all the faces from the emoji challenge. HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY, NERDS.

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She was in ecstasy.
Andre had been suppressing the grander urges for so long, the soft chattering in the back of her mind demanding a wreath of smoke and a billow of flames, demanding the grander concussions as buildings fell and fire ate at bodies and supports alike. The explosion at the Shielded Mind earlier had both sated and whetted her appetite, their appetite; now, now she could glorify in the smell of charred skin from the proto-drake they’d downed and the crackling spatters of blazegrease as it sent boiling drops of oil flying out from the roiling puddle of blackened void.
None of the other’s daggers had any effect on the lake of shadow, but fire? Fire made it flinch and writhe like a living thing, fire caused it to rage and boil. For once, for a whole day, her urges had been useful, useful like she hadn’t been for so many months. Pure elation made the blood sing in her ears, drowning out any warning shouts that those with her might have loosed. She didn’t even realize what was happening until she was upside-down, mid-air, mid-swing. There was a flash of recognition-- and then, at the impact, nothing. Her ribs crushed inwards with the force and, more importantly, the bits of shrapnel that had been tucked into the folds of her brain for years were sent tumbling through the bundles of memories, recipes, thoughts, and fears. The voices were silenced, and so was she.