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Lark waves the thanks away with a smile and a quick, “Don’t mention it.” They don’t quite meet her eyes, still fidgety and flighty, and they seem almost as uncomfortable receiving the gratitude as Jolyne does giving it. It’s clear they aren’t put in this position very often, and they don’t...

“Oh noooo!” Curie trilled, clapping a hand over his heart and rocking his shoulders as the imaginary lasers hit him. “My only weakness. Being shot.” He was grinning even as he peeled himself off the box he’d dramatically fallen against. The station just wasn’t the same, in the time between...

Dahlia fell back when the order came, slowing her stride so that she lagged a step or two behind their leader and their scout. She was still looking around, trying to catch what Henry had, but to her the bushes seemed, well, like bushes. Stationary, except for when they were rustled by a breeze...

Jolyne looks pretty unsteady. Lark wavers between moving a bit closer so they can potentially catch her if she falls and staying where they are so that it isn’t their problem, but ultimately she seems to pull herself together. They relax minutely, stuffing their hands in the pockets of their...

I did the thing!! Here's Quill... and oh wait, who's that? Surely nobody and nothing, only completely normal Quills here (tee hee)

M hadn’t enlisted. This was one of the cycles where they were given over to the wilderness too young for their existence to be noted on any official documents, and they’d never bothered correcting the oversight. There were more than even odds that they’d’ve been turned away even if they did have...

There was a forest in the dungeon. Quill felt a brief pang of something like homesickness, brought about by the dappled light filtering through leaves and the smell of soil and plantlife and quickly snuffed when they took a deeper breath and realized that the trees were rotting. Ugh. Well, they...

Sorry to hear you aren't feeling well! That sucks, I hope u feel better very soon! I'd love art of Quill, and you can absolutely post it wherever u like. I can even get a sketch of them done sometime soon so u can have a reference if you want! I've had a bit of the art bug too :3 (Also I'll...

Curie was frozen, staring at the keypad even as the airlock swooshed open because if she looked up now, she was never going to be able to lie to Jupiter. And she had to, she had to, because Jupiter had a future, she had a family waiting for her and a career all lined up and friends that would...

Murphy stays very still as Nathaniel approaches, the tip of their tail flicking only once before they force it to lie flat. It’s about the timing, now. They set the trap, and he fell for it. Both of them fell for it, really, even though they should know better by now. When has Murphy given up on...

There was another mental chime and a flash of green light from under the door as the future Lark slipped away into the past. Lark noted the time absently, not allowing it to distract them from their current goal of playing the world’s most annoying lightning rod. They’d follow up with that loop...

There was a slight sparkle around the lightning wielder's hand, and Lark was already spinning themself and the woman out of the way, leading them down the aisle and into the next with quick steps. The electricity hit the shelf where they had been only moments before, frying a few unfortunate...

“Damn,” Curie cursed, soft and under her breath. The airlock door slid open, and she stepped inside, but all the while her mind was whirling. If the bridge was down, she’d have to do things the hard way. The… not pretty way. “You’re sure it’s the whole bridge?” she asked, trying to massage away...

A soft sound catches Murphy’s attention, and they blink, shutting their eyes hard and then wrenching them open again to stare at Lydia. And it is Lydia, standing there. Not anyone else, they remind themself, firmly, hardening their heart. Some of the haze clears from their eyes, and one side of...

The people who built the tiny research outpost that was now locked in orbit around Eurydice had a terrible sense for aesthetics. Seriously, it was all unremarkable hallways and unpleasantly geometric chambers, and almost all of the windows were tiny portholes that were jealously guarded by...