Happyyyy Biiiiirthday, Arrows!

Archer
~ D1f Jade Morin - Alyssaimagine


coo of feels-killing
~ pup


Leading role on broadway
~ shrimp


librarian
~ fireflyz
[ed. note: almost put this myself hueheuhe]


Librarian, duh
~ pogue
[ed. note: we all so clever!]


Marketing for Little Bites Muffins
~ LAIN 🍽 1M | Mattio


Stage Director for the most prestigious theater in Los Angeles *swishes cape*
~ d10f ekta ram // [earthling]


Sugar baby!
~ @fabulousraven


the lead part in a broadway stage play about a gay lifeguard!!!
~ [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨


Whatever job he’d like!
~ djed carnelian . d8m [kap]

Snippet from a Recent Post!

Bombs. Bullets. Bodies. She watched the war without a word, bore witness to the true sin of humanity. It did not surprise her when from the freshly fallen the Capitol laid claim to new evil. Games of blood and battle not unlike the ones which had just torn through the world with its teeth glaring. It's so typical of humanity, violence begets violence. The eternal cyclical cycle of humanity's sin.

Helena had watched the Hunger Games debut last year, everyone had by demand of the Capitol. Stood silent again as child carved into child until nothing other than the fragment of a girl named Adder Ames remained. The scene was sewn with brutal barbarism, the relinquishment of
~ D1f Jade Morin - Alyssaimagine


the entire mirrorhounds post!
~ pup


It's always such a solemn season, seeing the shards of the past produce flickering into flames beneath skies of smoke. So the cycle of Eleven churns.
~ shrimp


The train tells silent stories of terrified tributes and cold coffins. Etched into the echoing existence of the lavish luxury there is a persistent pain. From the beaming bounty of the buffet tables to the silken sheets of the private quarters, pain permeates through every particle. A lost button buried beneath a chair fallen from a worn Reaping Day's shirt. An old ray of rust on the wall from the split drink of a sobbing soul. The eyes of those that come new each year do not notice the permanent pieces of the past. However, those that stand in the space time and time again find their faces falling to the broken buttons and the ribbons of rust. Kirito stands alone in the screaming silence.
~ fireflyz


“ His voice is warm and fatherly, but Kirito knows time can't be wasted this year. The need to know just where this train is heading. ”
~ pogue


"A hunter always knows to wait for the window. The moment when their pitiful prey falls into a veil of vulnerability. A well trained tracker knows to never initiate early, never to let the beast out before the bloodhound. Simply because someone catches the seductive scent of blood doesn't mean an obvious victory is inevitable. Often the same smell which steals your senses serves you upon a platter to an even deadlier danger. You must always wait for the window, construct your life around the concept. The Hunt is always more than just a two player game."
~ LAIN 🍽 1M | Mattio


"It's so formal, too formal. Kirito remembers when he could come to Katelyn and just share any shreds of shadows without hesitation. Maybe he should be the first one to stop acting like things have changed when they haven't. " - Kirito
~ d10f ekta ram // [earthling]


WIP WIP but that one Quote of Remus telling Henry to save his hair if he dies that was GOOD shit
~ @fabulousraven


Years of practice have all but made this morning routine for the Victor of the 70th Hunger Games. Fifteen years will do that, he supposes.
~ [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨


"He knows what they look like when they bury a body. He will wait for their children to come and he will ferry them to the city of glass. He needs a moment first though, one where he can be alone. He stands in the center of the train car and cries."
~ marguerite harvard d2a (zori)