Zephrun’s Imperium

I'm totally fine with that! Yes indeed! Sorry! I'm only doing 16 because, well, 16.

Yes, there's also that. Good. Her eyes have become a little less round, but we share the same nose, so that's nice.

Well, my face was kinda scrunched up in that picture. Plus, I had longer hair. Can you see the similarities between me and Star?

I posted like 20 CBST memes with this.

That's an interesting adjective.

It was fun to draw.

Sorry, when I have to take quick pictures, the quality is bad, because chromebook. But here it is.

Aww, storms. I love curly hair, but I'm trying not to do longer, curlier hair because variety. So your's is short and straight. Ah, well. Good on you for having curly hair. I love short curly hair. Because I have short curly hair. (I did myself and I've had lots of people tell me that it looks a lot like me, wanna see it?)

And that's why long hair is attractive... To me at least. You gotta pull it off right. Well... I already did you, but sure!

*whispers* I think it's because of hair...

I am currently working on Jay. It's frustrating because there are nearly half as many girls as boys and girls are easier to make unique faces with for me.

I want to post everyone's at the same time. My goal is to finish it by November, but it could be before or after, it just depends on how busy I am. I actually already did you, Luna. I have my progress on my AM.

I need to decide between: A bunch of memes in the same format like Truthless did. A CBST poem Or some art. I thought about that, but there's no way I'll finish in time.

Well, I usually write a story of some sort, or poetry.

My 5,000th post is approaching. This is a big one, what should I do for it?

Tamika thought. There wasn't much else she could do. Wasn't much else she wanted to do. Thinking was nice. You didn't have to move to do it. You could be anything short of dead or unconscious, and thinking was always an option. But as she thought, she realized something; for as much as she hated herself, she hated her Shard even more. It had twisted her, made her into something not quite human. Something predatory, calculating. The scary thing was, she wasn't sure how much of that had stayed with her. Her feelings for AJ had carried over. What else in her had changed? Of course, this wasn't all she thought about. Her expanded mind went through countless possibilities, countless everythings. She thought so much that her head started hurting. She sighed. What good did thinking like that do anymore? She knew what she wanted. And she knew what she couldn't have. That was all that mattered, so she'd found. Tamika sat up and got off the bed, walking around her room. She stopped in front of the mirror. This wasn't something she liked to do. Seeing her own too-beautiful face staring back at her was jarring. It made her angry. But perhaps in an immature way, it made her stronger. Who had that face hurt? Who had it let down? Who had it failed? She shrugged. It didn't matter. Purple bled into her irises, but she shook her head. No. That's not me. When she confronted herself again, the violet was gone. That's right, she thought. I am in control. A smaller, quiet voice in the back of her head added, But I don't want to be. Tamika's fingers found the amethyst jewels of her necklace. Why did she even have this anymore? AJ was gone. She didn't need him, she had Tom. Tom, who cares more about helping that 'Narrator Star' than me. Because of his projects. Always in his own head. What am I to him anymore? He's just glad you're here because he... She couldn't finish. She loved him. She loved him so much her heart ached. It was just... complicated. Everything was complicated, life was complicated, being a Shard was complicated, even dancing was complicated. And love, that... that was more than just complicated. It was powerful too. Powerful enough that she had tried to replicate it as a Shard. And failed. Again. And again. And again. Every time, she had failed. Even with AJ, she had failed. He was dead. He was dead, storm it. In a burst of anger, she pulled the necklace off of her, staring at her reflection in the jems' surface. Memories rose within her. But before she could cry, she screamed, throwing the necklace as hard as she could against the mirror. The mirror cracked and she raised her hands to her mouth, paling. "Oh my..." she muttered. She glanced at the floor. The necklace lay in pieces. "I'm sorry," she said, voice muffled by her fingers. Tears began to stream down her face. "I'm sorry..." She knelt, stretching a hand out to touch the necklace.... but before her fingers could even touch its chain, she bowed her back, sobbing. Tom, she thought, desperate. Come to me. Come hold me. Edit: Star sighed, summoning a giant cup of steaming tea to her hands. Actually "cup" was an understatement. The thing was so big it was more like a bowl - her hands didn't even fit all the way around it. "I'm sorry, Pheonix" she said. "That was awfully blunt of me. I'm a bit out of sorts at the moment and this is all happening so fast, I just..." She sighed again, helpless and tired out of her mind.

Bass clarinet is the BEST. Face rumbles. It's a thing, guys.

Time was re-written. "That still doesn't explain why you love me," Star said.

"Oh. All right." She muttered an, "I'm sorry," as she left. When she came up to the deck, she saw Star locked in conversation with Pheonix. She was glad they had found each other. Unfortunately, she also felt extremely out of place. She started forward, then shook her head, determining that it would be rude to interrupt anything. And so, she straightened her back and clasped her hands behind her back, waiting.

Ember furrowed her brow in concern. "I..." Her face fell. "You just don't want me here. Do you?"

The mirror - what was left of it - darkened. Thought's Shardspear coalesced in her hands and her skin burst with blackness. The dark mist swirled and rose until you couldn't see anything but her shining, violet eyes.

But then the mirror cracked. Shattered, really. The side with AJ on it fell to the ground in pieces.

A giant mirror to the Past crashed onto the Narrational Plane. If you looked through it, you could see Thought making out with AJ.