Chapter Seven
A Lesson on Dangerous Things
"My Prince," she said with a bow of her head. He was smirking, always amused. No doubt her propriety was humorous to him, but they were within the walls of the Red Keep, and her voice would be heard in places she could not see. "What are you doing here at this late hour?"
"Lurking, as you would say," Daemon replied, stepping beside her. He was wearing the colors of his house, as he always seemed to, black and dark red that served to further pale his skin and hair. "I wanted to discuss my visit to the North."
"Here I had thought you'd forgotten."
"Thought or hoped?" he asked, staring down at her with half a smile.
"Both are unspoken. Pick whichever pleases you, My Prince."
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rereading my own fic only to realize some early Effloresce updates were like. The equivalent of three pages while working on the next monster chapter of 30k
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Oc doodles with markers
featuring Textbook, Bowl, and Rubik’s Cube!
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Fussa stared at the numbers on the screen. Read them once... twice... many times. She frowned and re-worked them, making absolutely sure she wasn't wrong.
Rage was nearby, writing and playing out what he was writing a little at a time, seeing how it sounded. The occasional scratch of an annoyed eraser over the paper.
It was too early in the morning for either of the sloth pair to be up.
Until Fussa suddenly leaned back in her chair, hand running through her hair. Rage looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. She was smiling.
"What's up, Fus'?"
"We've made it."
Rage's eyes lit up and he put the guitar aside, coming over to look at the screen, too.
"We're not losing money any more. We're not even just breaking even. No contracts, no deals... the West Tokyo Incidents are completely on our own two legs."
Rage smiled faintly, "You've won."
Fussa considered that for a moment. Twenty some odd years of underhanded deals and clever tricks to get mediocrity to fame in a half assed attempt to punch up... verses five spent with a small band made up of people she loved doing what she wanted and her only pressure from herself.
She shook her head, "We can't get too excited, we just released an album. It can dip right back down."
Rage rolled his eyes and shook his head, "If you say so. We're still going to celebrate."
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me when someone asks me literally anything:
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You guys rlly don't realise how much knowledge is still not committed to the internet. I find books all the time with stuff that is impossible to find through a search engine- most people do not put their magnum opus research online for free and the more niche a skill is the less likely you are to have people who will leak those books online. (Nevermind all the books written prior to the internet that have knowledge that is not considered "relevant" enough to digitise).
Whenever people say that we r growing up with all the world's knowledge at our fingertips...it's not necessarily true. Is the amount of knowledge online potentially infinite? Yes. Is it all knowledge? No. You will be surprised at the niche things you can discover at a local archive or library.
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"you will look for themes and motifs in media that isn't worth the effort" i will look for themes and motifs in the dirt. on the ground.
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What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas
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I'm a cryptid in Stardew valley. I live on the outskirts of town. I disappear for days on end, purchasing daily one-way tickets to the calico desert. Nobody knows where I go while I'm there. Can occasionally be found fishing at random spots throughout town. I am never not running on at least one triple shot espresso. I take the abandoned minecarts to get around and am frequently seen disappearing into the sewers. I carry a sword for some reason. Once every week or two I will stride into your bedroom to deliver you your favorite meal. I'm a self-made millionaire. I attend all the town events and will go to your concert in the next town over. I have donated approximately 2583 items to the local museum and singlehandedly revitalized the town community center. There are rumors I can talk to junimos. I'm friends with the local wizard
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