and so life went on in deltora, and life was good.

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and so life went on in deltora, and life was good.
Roddacember 2025 | Day 4 | Catalyst
This chain of events will forever be iconic.
Shamelessly stealing the meme idea from @toshitophchan. I hope you can forgive me. Full credit for the idea tbh.
To make it slightly better, I at least drew it. Because who doesn't draw memes, am I right.
Remember that moment in Shifting Sands where they found the outlines of the gold coins and wondered what creature could have made the strange tracks, and that it was probably some kind of terrifying potential guardian that didn't even fear the sand beasts- those were some good times
Roddacember 2025 | Day 8 | Footsteps
10. Heart
there once was a Plains woman tending to her apple orchard when a Jalis traveller approached, with not one coin to his name.
Don't recognize your face in this glow
Roddacember, day 16 — Memory
This is Doom's pov, because my god I can't forgive these book for not having some kind of moment adressing Doom's feeling about Dain being the traitor.
How betrayed Doom must've felt. How much it had hurt to be stabbed in the back by someone you cared for, who you protected both from dangers and from cold harsh truth. Someone you trusted more than anyone. Someone who you saw almost as your son.
How it probably made Doom's trust issues so so much worse.
But how Doom still can't help but grieve for Dain. Not just because of literal death. But a metaphorical one. For him Dain died as soon as he revealed himself as a spy.
Roddacember Day 15: Playful
Imagine you're a teenager, out of the house for the first time, and you've just spent the last few months on the road having really traumatic adventures, up to and including actually dying and suddenly a life-size, flesh-and-blood version of your favorite stuffed animal walks up and asks you if you wanna play hide and seek. Of course you wanna play hide and seek.
Red satin sheets Mask her body and mind. Pull them back, what will we find?
RODDACEMBER 2025 | DAY 19: ORIGIN
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A moodboard and short poem based on my adaptation of Neridah in my AU, The Phantom Chariots, where she is one of the main characters. If you're interested, the prologue (entirely from Neridah's POV) is available to read on AO3 (username: fusionfanatic) here!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58978828