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“I AM CAUGHT IN MY OWN TRAP.”
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Ancient Greek gold and garnet earrings, dated to the 4th century BCE.
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Wow look at this great and entirely accurate fanart of Ransolm Casterfo.
#( CH; RANSOLM CASTERFO. | i chase my blood from brain to thumped heart; until i'm out of breath for trying. )#[tru]
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#( AESTHETICS. | passed out on the overpass; sunday best and broken glass. )#( ENJOYMENTS. | supplies are endless in the evening; by the morning they'll be gone. )
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#( AESTHETICS. | passed out on the overpass; sunday best and broken glass. )#( FEARS. | i'm a single cell on a serpent's tongue; there's a muddy field where a garden was. )
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https://www.instagram.com/p/BY1ovqznpbb/
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19th century hair memorial.
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A Galaxy Far, Far Away → [32/∞] Riosa
An Inner Rim planet annexed, colonized, and converted into a massive work camp by the Galactic Empire. Darth Vader himself oversaw its forced labor construction of components for the first and second Death Stars. His unreasonable and inhumane quotas and practices caused the deaths of millions of Riosans. After the fall of the Empire, Riosa struggled to define its independence and became a strictly conservative Centrist planet led by Leia’s sometime-ally, sometime-foe, Ransolm Casterfo.
#( PLANET; RIOSA. | and when the sun comes; try not to hate the light. )#( CH; DARTH VADER. | maybe it's the heat in here; maybe it's the pressure. you better head for the exits; the sooner the better. )
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VISITOR. ( @dsciplined. )
“Who are you?”
It’s a question that bears asking; from the back of his cell, squinting at the light, picking out the details of the young man - not so much younger than himself, though he feels infinitely older, at the moment - standing beyond the bars that confine him, Ransolm can’t fathom the reason for this visit. He doesn’t get visitors. He’s on a fast-track to execution, waiting out his last days in the quiet and the dark. Being accused of high treason would do that to a man.

He’s spent some time pondering what happened, turning it over in his hands like one of his formerly prized Imperial artifacts. Had there been any other outcome? He cannot say. But this; this is unusual, and he finds himself standing.
“And is this business, or a social call? I’m afraid I make a rather poor host at the moment.”
A wry twist of his lips; an attempt at humor, even now.
#dsciplined#!starter#( VERSE: IMPRISONMENT ARC. | what if this storm ends? and leaves us nothing except a memory; a distant echo? )
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From The Unknown
Andrea Torres Balaguer
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Newbridge House
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DAUGHTER. ( @lightscalls. )
❝ well, i like to keep some things to MYSELF. ❞
LYRIC STARTER ( SHAKE IT OUT BY FLORENCE + THE MACHINE ) // @cwntrap
“If the lady of the house,” house being used loosely, here, to refer to the ruined AT-AT they inhabit, “wishes her privacy, all she need do is ask.”

A pause, and the exaggerated formality drops, his expression softening some. There’s a bruise blooming like a nightflower under her eye, and she’d come back empty-handed, in a foul mood. It’s not hard to guess at what happened, really.
“ -- that being said, if you would like to share anything, you know I am willing to listen.”
#lightscalls#!replies#( VERSE: IMPRISONMENT ARC. | what if this storm ends? and leaves us nothing except a memory; a distant echo? )#[ICB U WOULD SASS UR DAD LIKE THIS REY#BEHAVE URSELF YOUNG LADY]
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STARTER CALL!
#( starter call. )#( OOC. | straight from the local trash compactor. )#[i'll do these in between drafts on my other blogs!]
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Renaissance Revival bed against wallpaper with a Walter Crane frieze.
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