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for those wondering—my husband is fine. his surgery was a week ago yesterday (Friday) and it went very well. we came home Sunday, and he's recovering nicely, too. pulling double parent duty for the most part has been tough, but that's life lol (I'm actually getting a break today and tomorrow so that's nice)

Rebirth is still on track to be published either this month or February! I will be participating in OC Kiss Week again this year as well (trying to get the stuff written ahead of time so I can just schedule them or hit post on the respective days)

uh. yeah. hope everyone's good!

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something tells me the next few days are either going to be the slowest days of my life or I'm going to blink and it'll be over. there will be no in-between.

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my husband's surgery is on the 10th and I'm anxious as hell but once he's out of the hospital I'm going to finally wrap up this damn book and publish it

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Specified Lines Tag

thank you @space-writes for the tag!! this looks fun 😁 and as usual, "line" is woefully and quite intentionally misinterpreted here lol

I'm tagging @drippingmoon, @zmwrites, @oh-no-another-idea, @timetravelingpigeon, @pertinax--loculos, and it's an open tag so go just fucking crazy-town banana pants!!! you'll be finding:

A line about music

A line about an idea

A line about temperature

A line about a taste

A line about a view (Dark Matter)—

The rock beneath them cracked. A split in the crust, a rush of lava spewing from the fissure. Thrive tilted his head at it and Warren stopped moving. The air felt of television static and smothering heat, flames dancing as far as the eye could see, ripping through the atmosphere and into the cavernous sky over their heads. "I suppose that doesn't bode well," Thrive muttered. He watched a chunk of the planet break off, jettisoning into space.

A line about the past (Aurora)—

Thrive's brow furrowed the longer he watched the projection of the adult obhelian bending to be eye-level with the child, smiling while saying something unheard to them, and the child smiling back. "That's me." "At your ha'dat'thi, yes," ——— said. "With your caretaker, Thoeala'laris. An ascendant of Oruna'polae." Thrive inhaled sharply, turning his gaze away from the projection, but he said nothing else. "You did not deserve the treatment you endured after your entu'borah, but it cannot be denied that Thoeala'laris made sure that a scared obhelian child with no idea of where he came from—or where his parents were—felt safe and loved. She kept you busy, fed you knowledge, built the confidence within you that spanned the rest of your life to where you're standing at this very moment." As they spoke, the projections melted into images of Thoeala'laris teaching younger Thrive to use his abilities, to change forms, and helping with what looked to be schoolwork on a large touchscreen on a wall. The patience in her silenced interactions with Thrive made Warren's heart swell, and he could see the warring emotions behind Thrive's eyes. "She passed away before your entu'borah. She would have been very proud of the obhelian you've become."

A line about a smell (Meridian)—

Warren faltered as he attempted to pass the door to his bedroom. He hadn't gone inside since Thrive's disappearance, and he definitely didn't want to now. The tug at him was strong, though, and he somewhat expected to see him sitting up on the edge of the bed as soon as he opened the door. The room was empty. The bedsheets upset as if he'd just been sleeping a few moments ago, the smell of him still very present. The window was closed as it had been the night he disappeared. Nothing in the room was touched, as if still very much a crime scene. It may as well have been. Warren felt as if he'd swallowed a grenade as he took a step inside, peering around at the unchanged decor, the mocha paint, the art they'd hung on the walls together some years prior. He could still see Thrive's handprint on the window from an anniversary he didn't want to think too much about if he wanted a clear head.

A line about distance (Asylum)—

Warren stepped aside as Ravnik brushed past him. He didn't even have time to recoil before Ravnik input the key into the touchpad and a brief dazzle of amber illuminated the outer corridor behind the sliding door. Thrive's eyes flashed the instant they locked onto Ravnik. For the span of a heartbeat, he appeared cordial and amiable. "Senator," he said. Then, without giving Ravnik a second to process, Thrive jabbed his fist into his throat. Ravnik let out a noiseless cry and doubled over, allowing Thrive the opportunity to take a further step into the room, which he did with a deep and intense glare directly into Ravnik's eyes. His pupils took on a familiar golden glow. The air grew heavy, pressed into Warren's chest, and his ears started to block. He slid closer to Thrive, trying not to make it too obvious that he couldn't pull a breath when a drip of blood skated out of Ravnik's nose and onto the floor. "You great and pathetic fool," Thrive snarled to Ravnik. "Consider yourself fortunate I've allowed you time to rectify your extreme lapse in judgment, as limited as that time is becoming by the day."

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Last & First Line(s) Tag

thank you to @zmwrites for the tag!

tagging @drippingmoon, @oh-no-another-idea, @druidx, @ashen-crest, @space-writes, and anyone who wants to participate 😊

Last Lines of 2024—

Varussa stood up and walked around the console to Guetry, who read the room quite correctly and ducked down to sweep her into a deep, fervent kiss. His hands smoothed up her spine, sensing the shiver that ran through her at that moment, and when she snaked her arms around his neck, he growled from deep in his chest, eagerly accepting her wordless question of pressing her tongue to the seam of his lips. He buried his fingers into her hair and angled her for better access, and she tasted the unmistakable tang of gu'l on his tongue, and she ran her hand over the scars on his neck and chest, raised under his clothes. When they broke apart for air, Varussa held her palm to his jaw. "I know," Guetry whispered before she could speak, smoothing a thumb over her lower lip. He smiled at her, a bittersweet thing that wrenched her heart. "…I'm not gonna give up, though." "Good." She pressed another, more chaste kiss to his lips. "I wouldn't want you to." They embraced each other for a while until Varussa pulled away from him, and the two of them left the bridge, and following a brief update with Warren in the corridor, they separated to adjourn to their respective quarters.

— Thriving: Rebirth beta reader bonus content

First Lines of 2025—

Warren felt his presence. Everywhere. The air, space, the darkness, the cells of his skin. Vibrating, a resonance that made his teeth hurt. He carefully turned… though he didn't. The shadows rotated around him, rounding up all of his remaining courage and crushing it within an unseen fist. The ground rippled and the silhouette of an imposing figure rose from the epicenter, taller than Warren—much taller. Taller than normal, much more than the accustomed mere four-inch height difference. The figure's darkness licked at the distance between them as it steadily solidified. The shadows melted away, dripping onto the stone beneath Warren's feet as the figure stalked closer. A man, inky eyes clearing with each step, making way for nearly inhuman green. Warren's entire spine tensed, and he let his eyes fall shut. He swallowed thickly as the Thrive came to a halt at his shoulder, and he could feel the fathomless entity emitting waves of deep cold, deep emptiness. "...Long time," Warren managed before a sharp, terrified inhale. "By design." Thrive's voice was many as one, nearly several hundred species simultaneously, and all directly in Warren's brain. He lifted a hand to Warren's throat, easing his fingers around it, using the tip of his long forefinger on the same hand to angle Warren's face up at him. "Open." Warren's eyes snapped open wide, and it took him a second to realize he hadn't done so voluntarily. Thrive leaned in, pressing his face to Warren's hair, drawing his scent into his lungs. He felt Warren's pulse quickening under his fingers, and he tightened them enough to elicit lightheadedness. "...Th'saiya," he purred, his many voices an incomprehensible, preternatural rumble in his chest.

— Thriving: Eons

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man have I got news for you

because I'm experiencing this as we speak, think about your favorite songs, and then from that list, compile a further list of how many of those songs would absolutely eviscerate you if you listened to it while high

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because I'm experiencing this as we speak, think about your favorite songs, and then from that list, compile a further list of how many of those songs would absolutely eviscerate you if you listened to it while high

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OOOOOKAY time to absolutely mangle my arthritic back by spending four hours putting on fake nails myself because my real ones are crooked and thin and fragile due to the arthritis I just said is in my back

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lol forget Rebirth, my husband just sent me a link to the script for a How the Grinch Stole Christmas sequel some random person's uncle wrote ages ago and I'm gonna spend the rest of the year reading that

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ohohohohoho

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Where the Hell Am I?!: Rebirth Edition

Minor changes ✅

Slightly more than minor changes ✅

Format book ✅

Order author proof ✅

Read proof ⬜️

Throw book away and cry ⬜️

Make changes from proof ⬜️

Publish ⬜️

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Where the Hell Am I?!: Rebirth Edition

Minor changes ✅

Slightly more than minor changes ✅

Format book ✅

Order author proof ⬜️

Read proof ⬜️

Throw book away and cry ⬜️

Make changes from proof ⬜️

Publish ⬜️

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adding "Run Away With Me" to the Eons playlist does not bode well for how this series is going to end hahahahahah

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Thriving: Rebirth Chapter Titles

Gods in the Stars

Tournaltis

Rebirth

Echoes of Cosmos

Consortium Waste

Jupiter's Moon

Utter Spirals

Logoryt

Th'saiya

SKYWASTE (stylized)

The Bitter End

Setae'togun

Abyssal Harbinger

Blanc de Blanc

SCOT

For Rotanga

Leader in Gold

Epilogue

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yeah so this may have something to do with some chapters being longer than War and Peace actually

as it stands right now, Rebirth is 141,934 words long, which is 7,790 words—just about an entire chapter's worth—more than Destiny. I'm so happy I could FUCKING cry.

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as it stands right now, Rebirth is 141,934 words long, which is 7,790 words—just about an entire chapter's worth—more than Destiny. I'm so happy I could FUCKING cry.

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Where the Hell Am I?!: Rebirth Edition

Minor changes ✅

Slightly more than minor changes ✅

Format book ⬜️

Order author proof ⬜️

Read proof ⬜️

Throw book away and cry ⬜️

Make changes from proof ⬜️

Publish ⬜️