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okay okay what's your least favourite 'classic' novel you ever read. i'm curious xx

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Looking at that artwork maybe I should put a skin on yukata Seofon -

That's pretty indecent

No, no, I think if anything you should look at him more closely.

At the part that matters.

He's serving you his heart on a silver platter, after all. <3

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You wrote about Orologia

Of course Sieten't would be upset

You're right, I should have expected that.

His nemesis.

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Had a singular Sieten't thought before bed and immediately struggled to fall asleep.

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Finally Orologia gets their deserved holiday :'D though the fact that it is still in Auguste out of all places is diabolical

Surely they just wanted to try again, since their last visit went so poorly.

Or the other dragons desperately wanted to go there and Orologia didn't have the heart to tell them no.

At least this time there's ocean <3

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Awh,,,

Orologia is so loved

That's sweet

I think that's something they kind of struggle with. They're used to putting in untold hours of work for people who won't remember upon their next reset, so having to slow down and smell the roses and realizing that other people see them and appreciate what they do and wish they'd take more care of themself is unusual.

What we need is a No Rain No Rainbow 2 where Orologia joins the Raduga staff. It would also let them spend more time with Seox.

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https://x.com/anarch1998/status/1957841603969876057

The sparkler dream lives on

The sparkler dream will never die!

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Florist

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“Sure is hot out, huh? Today’s a real scorcher!” Orologia exclaims, raising a hand above their head to shield their eyes from the sun’s bright light.

Even their large umbrella barely shields them from the weather. They’re dizzy already. Despite having no plans to step onto the scorching, white sands of Venera Beach that look like a postcard come to life, they are marinating in a thick layer of sunscreen.

At least they can marvel at the vastness of the ocean even from a safe distance away, listen to the soothing rumble of the waves as they continually lap away at the ivory shore, as if beckoning the wedge to frolic among them – and surely drown. They know the statistics.

“Verily, the Auguste sun is not one to merely bake things halfway,” Wilnas confirms with a laugh. He’s braving the summer weather, arms folded in front of his broad chest as he’s locked in a staring contest with the sun itself.

Lu Woh wordlessly hands him a pair of sunglasses.

“Are you getting any R&R in at all, Luo?” Orologia immediately asks.

The other dragons are certainly enjoying their time off, if it can be called that. In truth, they’re on babysitting duty, to ensure Orologia holds their feet still and gets a few moments of rest in.

Ewiyar is sitting on a floatie that Galleon gently pushes through the shallow water. Fediel sits nearby, surveying those Don Juannabes flocking to her fellow wedges whose bravery Galleon rewards with a kiss to the cheek before sending them away. Ewiyar seems perplexed by the lack of attention paid to her and is pretending to nap to soothe the wounds inflicted to her ego.

If she came over, Orologia would be happy to pamper her, but as is, they dare not leave their shady refuge.

“It’s thankfully quiet for now,” Lu Woh concedes.

“Shall I procure us some refreshments?” Wilnas asks. “I saw the Singularity work at one of the beach houses nearby. Surely they can provide recommendations in regards to the local cuisine.”

“They’re here?” Orologia asks without meaning to. Their eyes flicker back to where they saw the beach houses on their walk here earlier today when the sun was still lower and the stalls were still getting set up to face the rush of hungry beachgoing tourists.

“They often vacation around here at this time of year, do they not?”

“Right, right, of course. I just didn’t think they’d be here now-now,” the wedge of causality laughs softly. “Do you know if they’re busy? Are there a lot of customers? Perhaps I should go over there and help out, just a spell. It wouldn’t do if they overworked themself –“

Lu Woh’s glare feels pretty much exactly like a lightning strike.

“You will remain here and rest. Your vessel is fragile as is. Putting it to work in this climate would spell certain doom for you and trouble for the rest of us.”

“It would be a shame to lose you after you have come this far,” Wilnas muses before offering a smile as sweet as a dessert platter. “Not to mention that I would miss your company.”

“Right, right,” Orologia laughs softly, sheepishly. A smile to plaster over the disappointment and worry. Worry that is always gnawing at their tender heart. Knowing of all the ways things can go wrong, have gone wrong in timelines that never came to exist, why, it really opens one’s eyes to the many dangers lurking in the mundane.

Not to mention Auguste is a hotbed of trouble. Even back in the simulations they were routinely baffled by what bizarreries that seahorse would cook up.

They just want to make sure the Captain is holding up okay! In this heat, no less.

Still, they act understanding and nod their head. “I don’t mean to cause any trouble.” Of course they don’t. They never have.

Lu Woh shoots them a very long, unconvinced look, before turning away to continue monitoring the beach for any anomalies.

Galleon and Fediel have teamed up and are petting Ewiyar, with the Emerald of the Six having rolled on her back and stretching out, paws blissfully kneading air while four hands are lovingly tousling her fluffy fur.

Wilnas leaves to retrieve the promised refreshments and, left to their own devices, Orologia promptly wilts into the shade.

How they wish they could just kick back and relax, but that’s not how they work. Having spent every moment of centuries in the real world  - and millennia stacked up within simulations – working and fretting over causalities and chain reactions and butterfly effects and monitoring hundreds if not thousands of moving pieces simultaneously, it feels wrong to suddenly sit in the shade and be expected to just not worry. It’s not a switch that is simply turned off. The things they’ve seen don’t simply cease to be just because they didn’t come to exist. Especially now, without access to their simulations and the ability to check ahead, they feel especially useless.

A stray breeze from the ocean picks up an old towel, discarded and torn. Unwanted and of no use to anyone anymore. Mere garbage. Orologia cannot help but feel a strange kinship with it.

Even if they’re boiling over with the desire to help out, there’s little they can do these days without being a burden to someone else. Everyone wants them to be healthy and well and they acknowledge that and they’re trying, but it’s hard, especially since they still feel that pressure on them. Even now that the other Six have awoken and are here to share the load.

“Ah, what am I doing,” they mutter to themself. An old habit that refuses to die. “Day one of my vacation and I’m already working myself into a frenzy. Maybe coming here was a mistake after all. Ahhh, but the others are having so much fun, it’d be selfish of me to just wallow in misery for the entire trip. The least I can do is try to have some fun.” Just as Orologia nods fiercely to no one in particular, trying to hype themself up to fake having a good time to avoid troubling their fellow wedges, a diminutive silhouette waddles over – and startles the wedge of time and causality, robbed of their future sight by a seal when they speak up.

“Logia.”

“Yes?”

Having barely caught themself from dying of a heart attack, they stare wide-eyed at their fellow wedge, just as a smile blooms across her face. In her small hands are two popsicles. She holds one out to the panicking wedge.

“Eat ice cream with me.”

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Sieten'ts diva moment

Absolutely terrifying

What else would you call that whole scene, honestly.

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Many are not familiar with what is called a diva moment. Youre about to learn

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They were so insane for this, honestly.

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Top 1 song that has been dominating my brain for the past two weeks or so.

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Face markings swap just cause I wanna see how it looks 👀

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I wonder if for their story in Records of the Ten, Threo and Eahta are going to train together.

Somehow, I want them to sit under a waterfall together.

If they were to meditate though, Threo would not have the necessary patience and probably run off after five minutes.