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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

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Where the Hell Am I?!: Rebirth Edition

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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 ✅

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Format book ⬜️

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Where the Hell Am I?!: Rebirth Edition

Minor changes ✅

Slightly more than minor changes ⬜️

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FINALLY done with the bonus beta reader content 😩

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Find the Word Game XXXII

tagged by: @space-writes!! my words: escape, delay, trial, denial tagging: @drippingmoon, @oh-no-another-idea, @timetravelingpigeon, @zmwrites, and open tag! No pressure as always. your words: front, back, side, up, down, around

escape (Meridian)—

Once more the image changed, and Warren's breath left him in a rush. Efthim, during the rescue of the qrihk. Warren's face in profile, in the middle of speaking to someone, and Thrive standing at his shoulder, watching him. It had been a blink-and-miss-it moment of levity among their evacuation team. While he remembered the instant of cracking a joke to make the others laugh as the mission had weighed down on everyone, he had no idea Thrive was watching him with such...softness. He was smiling. Subtle, but definite. His eyes were focused not on his surroundings, not on potential escape or incoming harm, but on Warren. And there didn't appear to be anything strong enough to break that focus in that long-gone yet immortalized snap of time. "Send me that one," Warren whispered. Scot patted his knee under the table. "Already done."

delay (Eternal)—

At the second mention of the lost species during their visit, Lilori set their own utensils down. "Yes...that would explain a lot of things." "Have you had to deal with something like them, too?" Varussa asked. "Not directly, nor me personally...but we have had some...troubling messages sent to us from an unlikely source. We shrugged it off as an error or delayed signal, but...hearing of this Emmuli makes me wonder." Mercury politely wiped his mouth with a handkerchief he pulled out of his jacket pocket. "What kinda signal?" Lilori tilted their head back. "Erm...it is a signal from Slodia." Thrive dropped his utensil with a jarring metallic thunk and Warren jumped out of his skin. "Don't ask," Thrive suddenly growled to Warren. "Don't you dare ask me." The hair on the back of Warren's neck stood on end as it occurred to him that he was about to ask if there could have been any obhelians alive on the planet.

trial effort (Meridian)—

"If you continue on your route to Tournaltis," Sinkship said, "I'll have no choice but to meet you there with a committee that will take the refugees right back through the Ingress Gate. So let's save us all the unneeded effort and turn back around, sir." "If you set foot in Tournaltis space, I'll consider it an act of aggression," Thrive droned in return, propping his mile-long legs on the console. "I'll have no choice but to react accordingly." "Very well. If that's the case, you can consider your Consortium status revoked." Thrive paused. "Why is this the hill on which you choose to die, Delegate? The qrihk are people in need of stability. There is no room for them in Ashva at this time. Tournaltis has two out of three moons being unused, and as current head of—" "Sir, with all respect due, you need to follow the goddamn orders we give you. Your arrival at Tournaltis will result in immediate revocation of Consortium status and an inquiry will be launched into the occupation of the planet." She disconnected the call, leaving a thick silence hanging in the air of the bridge. Warren stared at the viewscreen as if the passing stars could give him answers, but he received none. "...Your Majesty," the pilot said at length. "Your Highness. For what it's worth, if I may, I didn't think—" "No shit. You're fired," Warren interrupted. "Get the fuck off my bridge."

denial (Meridian)—

"Hello, love of my life." Thrive turned his scowl onto the screen. "...Okay," Warren continued awkwardly. "I have news that may help alleviate this funk, which is...yeah, I get it. After a year of hard work with NodeSource and still being in complete denial about Guetry's death, I'm proud to announce that Scotty is now ready to be unveiled as an autonomous android intelligence. I'm formally inviting you to his awakening." Thrive's frown lessened. His eyes softened. "Is that so?" "Yep." Warren beamed. "He's been awake on and off as we've worked with him, but he wasn't able to retain any of that memory since we needed him emotionless, if that makes sense. This'll be a test to see if his personality is intact." Thrive didn't say anything for a moment, and he let his gaze fall away from the screen. "I admire you for doing this." Warren set his jaw. "Yeah...it hasn't been easy. The week we debated inserting a bit of Guetry's personality into his code was...probably the hardest. It shouldn't have even been..." He waved away his tangent. "...Anyway."

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also, having to keep daily journals to track memory loss is really no fucking good if you can never remember to do the journals

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a certain grammar rule that you were taught was correct for 34 years recently turns out to only be questionably right and one of your characters is supposed to be even more proficient at the language than native speakers but he just sounds insane now because that's how he speaks because that's how you were taught for 34 years because

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Update #5

Feelings So Far: wow I have no idea what's going on

Song Most Listened To: "Under the Water" by AURORA was the song I listened to while writing this one, I think. if it wasn't, it was, lol

Best Line/Excerpt:

The number of bodies comprising the crush was numerous, but the flash of strawberry-blonde was unmistakable. Warren wove through the crowd, his focus zeroed in on where she was trying to disappear, a sense of urgency creeping over him the closer he hovered to her. He caught a glimpse of her face as she turned a corner, and Warren was overcome with a feeling not unlike being stuck in the gut with an icepick as he recalled at that moment that her eyes were gray. Silver. This was not new information to him, but the sudden implications detonated in his brain and his breath left his lungs in a sharp exhalation, his shoulder making contact with a bystanding human. "Landon," he gasped, breaking into a sprint, nearly knocking residents to the ground with his haste. "Landon!" She didn't stop. She fled, tearing through the streets at speeds Warren couldn't contend with, and he lost her in an alleyway between a row of residential buildings and the colossal wall of the Node. "Fuck," Warren hissed, slamming his palms against the unforgiving metal. "You gotta be fucking kidding me…LANDON!" "Warren," came Thrive's voice from behind him. Warren spun on his heel. "That was her," he barked breathlessly, jabbing a finger in the direction she'd vanished. "That was Landon! Jesus Christ, Thrive, how could she be here?! What the fuck is going on…?! Has she been ——— the whole time?!" There was a moment during which Thrive's eyes followed the alley, into the distant darkness. His jaw tightened noticeably, and he seemed to want to avoid looking back at Warren at all costs. Warren's breath caught uneasily in his chest. His eyes widened, and he took a numb step backward. "Oh…oh my god." He tried to swallow, tried to get rid of the dryness that ravaged his mouth, but he couldn't. "...No. Thrive."

Other Notes: Hope y'all had a productive month!

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utterly unhinged

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#FridayKiss Tag Game II

Rules: Post a scene with a kiss-from a quick peck to a make out-can be platonic, familiar, romantic, or otherwise—have fun!

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea!

tagging @drippingmoon, @space-writes, @pertinax--loculos, @druidx, @sleepy-night-child, and anyone who wants to do this!

this one is new for me, too, but oddly has nothing to do with Dark Matter lmao also this is not fun hahaha it's fine hahahaha:

"One more time. C'mon, baby," Warren whispered, his breath hiccuping in his lungs. He gripped the back of Thrive's neck even tighter, his whole body shaking as his tears threatened to dehydrate him. "One more time. Please. So this all means fucking anything." The universe came to a slow, pressing halt. The sky glowed with stars, peppered through space, each blazing sun representing a soul, a life, a container of love and strife and despondency, real and not real, in and out of our dimension. The cosmos echoed the sacrifice being laid out here, the sharp reality that nobody could escape. Thrive's long fingers found Warren's face and hovered, the heat torching his cells. His eyes were unseeing, unable to determine that his proximity was incinerating the vacuum around him. Warren ceased fighting, his flesh cold and rigid, his hands bruising against Thrive's impervious skin. Warren dropped into darkness, suffocating, silver erupting all around him. Thrive's lips were golden fire, static and painful, but for a moment, for a moment elongated into several, they were on the same plane. Warren could feel him, nostalgic and devastating, every kiss they'd ever shared, every mental tapestry they've woven using the threads of their connection, every bond, every joining of their minds and bodies. I love you. I love you.