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Been having the brain rot (It’s about Raziel and Dahlia again)

Specifically this song:

Mainly because this is my new loop-for-four-hours song, but also???

Raziel and Dahlia are both extremely goal oriented people fighting against the narrative in their respective cases and I just can’t help but think about it??

They’re both people who are aware of the Rover’s existence, and while that existence is helpful for the future Longterm, they are both people lacking in time.

They don’t have time to wait for Rover to join their side or see their message.

It’d be neat and all of Rover agreed- would sure make things easier as well.

But they don’t have time to focus on just that.

I dunno, was just thinking about the metaphorical gladiator ring that is fighting against fate as a mortal/pseudo immortal.

this is fantastic and i will be thinking about this a lot because i like how different Dahlia and Raziel are and yet — they are so, so similar.

they would both HATE me for saying this but i don't see them as too different from each other, even if their goals are not exactly the same and their approaches to things aligned.

like oh yes, rover's agreement would make things a whole lot easier but i also see them as people who don't exactly see rover as necessary to achieve what they're going for. yes things will go a lot damn faster if rover helps, but they've got better things to do than to convince the already-too-late-hero to help them with their goals.

rover is, at best, an accelerator. at worst, rover is an obstacle that must be overcome by any means necessary.

their gladiator ring, their fight against fate.

' Victory's your only payment. '

they can't afford to lose, can they?

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top right → bottom left

[1/2] chapter 1

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okay, hold on, time out. that’s not fair. if they’re allowed to shoot energy beams using the power of friendship, i should be able to summon a monster using the power of divorce

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That specific sickly, weird, mottled green color that appears when two mirrors are reflecting each other into infinity is so fucking beautiful… I love you weird nasty green of the aether….

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hate an x reader fic do not put me in a situation

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Art challenge where you have to finish what you're making

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i might actually crash out if google asks me one more damn time if i want to use AI to "help with homework" (im not doing homework, nor do i want AI to help me with my research)

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puts head in hands

i can't tell if my pining for a fictional man is like, romantic, platonic, tactile, or for like the pure scientific interest of studying that Freak TM

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People with low spoons, someone just recommended this cookbook to me, so I thought I’d pass it on.

I always look at cookbooks for people who have no energy/time to do elaborate meal preparations, and roll my eyes. Like, you want me to stay on my feet for long enough to prepare 15 different ingredients from scratch, and use 5 different pots and pans, when I have chronic fatigue and no dishwasher?

These people seem to get it, though. It’s very simple in places. It’s basically the cookbook for people who think, ‘I’m really bored of those same five low-spoons meals I eat, but I can’t think of anything else to cook that won’t exhaust me’. And it’s free!

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Beneath the Sands. Act I. When Midday Dust Settles

Narration Post II

“It’s salty.”

"Really salty. Quay wasn't kidding."

It was night by the time the Bloom Bearers of the Black Shores dropped them off at the border. The desert was colder than expected. Quieter too.

They could hear the soft crashing of waves and the smell of the Dead sea.

Rover heard Valerian curse under his breath- something about nausea. Which was understandable. Since they had first come into contact with the recording device, they'd all felt nauseous. And then they'd started the expedition. Traversing Jinzhou and even Norfall Barrens was relatively easy for a group of three resonators.

The moment they stepped down the cliffs and into the beginnings of the sands though, the Nausea returned for the worse.

Of their group, Valerian was taking it almost as badly as Abby. Jiahui seemed fine...? They couldn't really tell with how she periodically zoned out and started walking off.

Really. Why were they the responsible one of this group?

"Well. Glad we listened to Quay," Jiahui commented, passing a water canteen to Valerian, who took it gratefully.

"Mhmm. I wouldn't have survived the boat ride," the man grumbled, chugging water.

"Hey! You'll make yourself sick, you dumb ass!"

Rover watched, amused as they bantered. But yes. It was good they didn't take the boat.

--

"Oh? Jiahui! Hey! What did you need?"

Rover watched Ms. Xu speak with a hybrid....? They'd met only a few others here in Jinzhou and they weren't quite sure what exactly Mr. Quay was.

The blue-haired researcher cheerily gestured for them all to sit down.

"Alrighty! Pay really close attention. If you want to get to the Gilded Wastes, please, for the love of Jue, go by land."

Rover raised a brow, a curious little expression on their face. Quay continued. "The waters around the Wastes are a Dead Sea. It's saline levels are roughly 9.6 times higher than the normal ocean currents around it? The environment is too harsh for animals and plants to live comfortably- even the Tidebreaker won't go there." Tidebreaker? Curious. They'd ask about it next time.

The researcher grew solemn, tone and expression serious, "And still, we haven't successfully sent any probes or boats to the Wastes coasts. Something always goes wrong. And of the minimal Data we've gotten back? It wasn't always a Dead Sea."

Well. That's totally not a red flag.

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So yes. Based off of how suffocating the air was, listening to Quay had been smart.

They gently patted Valerian on the shoulder, urging their group forward.

"Come on, we should keep moving."

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The desert was still. There was no wind as they walked out of the arching, sniped canyons into the open space. Golden sands bled into grey and ash as the Thorns drew ever closer.

And so did the sickness.

"Be on guard," Valerian warned, hand instinctively resting on his holster. Jiahui had taken out her sword, stance tense but gaze curious as she scanned their surroundings.

This place is bad news, Abby whispered in their mind.

Beyond bad news.

-

They slowly entered the giant, seemingly dormant Tacet Field that made up the thorns. All of quiet.

Until a sword came flying at Valerian.

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Wheeeee! The Map took the longest to do and I still need to add major sites of interest. Took longer than expected and I actually cut this a bit short? Didn't want to write everyone's combat for them. I have a fun method of handling combat so it doesn't feel too clunky turn wise!

Spin the Wheel

So obviously, up first is Valerian. At the end of your turn, you spin the wheel to see who would go next! There is a small chance for Sobeknesef to intervene prematurely, and as each roll is done and a name removed, the higher the chance of his introduction!

Good luck everyone! I hope you all enjoy the Quay cameo :3

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ouh dying

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bro i,m like two squeaks old

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hello physically disabled person reading this. it is not your fault that your medical supplies are made from a lot of single use plastic and you can continue using them guilt free. your health comes first. thank you for existing.

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Shout out to the ten year old who just got diagnosed. Shout out to the housebound fourteen year old. Shout out to the eighteen year old who can’t go to the university they wanted. Shout out to the twenty two year old who can’t get a job. Shout out to the twenty six year old with a caretaker. Shout out to the thirty year old who can’t buy their own house.

Shout out to young disabled people. We exist.

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fries. envelopes. ive been awake for 18 hours can i go to bed now.