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You don’t have to write every day to be a writer. You don’t need midnight inspiration to be a composer. If you’ve ever felt like you had to “earn” your title, this one’s for you.

📖 Read on Ember & Ink.

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A City, a Dream, a Tyrant: Fallout’s Coldest Visionary

Mr. House didn’t survive the apocalypse. He outmaneuvered it. When the bombs dropped, he wasn’t hiding underground or praying to God — he was calculating a trajectory. Mapping out a future. Preserving himself in circuitry and arrogance. And when the dust cleared, he was still there. Watching. Waiting. Winning. Not for the sake of others, but for the purity of the plan.

That’s what makes him terrifying — and what makes him real. He isn’t kind. He isn’t humble. He isn’t even human anymore in any meaningful way. But he is brilliant. Methodical. Focused in a way most people can’t sustain without breaking. He cut himself off from everything soft — warmth, doubt, the fragility of being known — to preserve the only thing he ever trusted: his vision. And you don’t have to like it to respect what that kind of commitment costs.

Because here’s the truth: it’s easy to romanticize rebels and broken heroes. It’s harder to sit with the ones who win. The ones who never flinch. The ones who don’t crack when the world ends, because they already decided the world wasn’t worth saving — only replacing. Mr. House doesn’t apologize. He doesn’t bend. And for some of us, that’s not cruelty. It’s a strange, brutal kind of comfort.

This isn’t praise. It’s precision. A cold-blooded man with a god complex shouldn’t be a role model — but he is a reflection. Of capitalism’s final form. Of autistic rigidity twisted by trauma. Of visionary thinking unmoored from care. Of the part of us that’s too tired to feel and would rather just fix it. He’s what happens when empathy fails and strategy wins. And in a world built to break you, that’s a fantasy, too.

We wrote about him because he won’t stop living in our heads. Not as a hero, not as a villain — but as a question. What does it mean to live without compromise? What would we give up to feel safe? What’s the difference between surviving and winning — and which one is actually worse?

Read on Ember & Ink.

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♡ | since i realized one didn't exist, i took the liberty to create an audio drama list on that nifty tiermaker website! it's 100 shows and i may or may not update it over time i'd love to see how you rank these shows in reblogs (or just keep it to yourself, that's cool too)

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who up missing mr yes man?!

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Yes Man doodles I remember procrastinating on for like a week but I still wanna cover his screen in kisses

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you make me feel like a woman!

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Commission <3 (comms info in pinned post)

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Here's the comic I made for War Never Changes, a Fallout charity zine that's still available to puchase digitally here: link.

The captions are lyrics from Autopsy Garland by the Mountain Goats. I've been dreaming of making this for literal Years, and the mods for the zine let me do it for them! I'm still pretty proud of it, and only regret that I completely forgot to replace Col. Hsu with General Lee Oliver in the final. Sorry man.

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craig boobe if he was evil

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Mr. House drawing with my self-drawn background art containing the snowglobes, fully shown beneath the cut. :-) Sorry for the absence, I haven't been feeling arty recently lol.

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my new courier six named ladybird jones! heavily inspired by 70s blaxploitation and black westerns from the 30s.

ladybird is a former showgirl from new reno with good karma. she is mr. house's protege and likes kissing tommy torini. she takes her job seriously, and works more in line to stabilize the smaller factions outside of the vegas strip, rather than destroy or ignore them.

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jomthan

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A City, a Dream, a Tyrant: Fallout’s Coldest Visionary

Mr. House didn’t survive the apocalypse. He outmaneuvered it. When the bombs dropped, he wasn’t hiding underground or praying to God — he was calculating a trajectory. Mapping out a future. Preserving himself in circuitry and arrogance. And when the dust cleared, he was still there. Watching. Waiting. Winning. Not for the sake of others, but for the purity of the plan.

That’s what makes him terrifying — and what makes him real. He isn’t kind. He isn’t humble. He isn’t even human anymore in any meaningful way. But he is brilliant. Methodical. Focused in a way most people can’t sustain without breaking. He cut himself off from everything soft — warmth, doubt, the fragility of being known — to preserve the only thing he ever trusted: his vision. And you don’t have to like it to respect what that kind of commitment costs.

Because here’s the truth: it’s easy to romanticize rebels and broken heroes. It’s harder to sit with the ones who win. The ones who never flinch. The ones who don’t crack when the world ends, because they already decided the world wasn’t worth saving — only replacing. Mr. House doesn’t apologize. He doesn’t bend. And for some of us, that’s not cruelty. It’s a strange, brutal kind of comfort.

This isn’t praise. It’s precision. A cold-blooded man with a god complex shouldn’t be a role model — but he is a reflection. Of capitalism’s final form. Of autistic rigidity twisted by trauma. Of visionary thinking unmoored from care. Of the part of us that’s too tired to feel and would rather just fix it. He’s what happens when empathy fails and strategy wins. And in a world built to break you, that’s a fantasy, too.

We wrote about him because he won’t stop living in our heads. Not as a hero, not as a villain — but as a question. What does it mean to live without compromise? What would we give up to feel safe? What’s the difference between surviving and winning — and which one is actually worse?

Read on Ember & Ink.

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$20 used to mean something

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Rebuilding What Was Erased – A Message from Abedmajed in Gaza

My name is Abedmajed, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.

In a single missile strike, we lost over 25 members of our family. They were not just names. They were mothers, daughters, sons, grandparents — people we shared meals with, laughed with, and built dreams with.

The missile hit our family home — the heart of everything we knew.

Among those killed were: 🕊️ My mother 🕊️ My sister 🕊️ My older brother His wife and their three daughters 🕊️ My uncle, his wife, and all their sons and grandchildren

We were left with nothing but rubble and grief. Yet somehow, my brother and I survived. And now, we carry the responsibility of rebuilding what was taken — not just for ourselves, but for our father, our surviving siblings, and the memory of those we lost.

💔 Why We’re Fundraising

This campaign is not just about survival. It’s about rebuilding a future — A family home, a shared life, a place where our father can rest safely, Where the next generation of our family can grow up knowing peace instead of trauma.

💬 The funds raised will help us:

🏗️ Rebuild our family home — which was completely destroyed 🛠️ Provide basic support for our father and siblings 🏡 Create safe, livable conditions for a family shattered by loss

🔒 How the Funds Are Managed

Due to the collapse of Gaza’s financial system, all donations are processed through my brother, who has a U.S. registered Stripe account. Funds are securely transferred to Gaza and distributed in cash here on the ground. We are transparent and ready to provide proof of every step.

🌱 Why Your Support Matters

We are not asking for charity. We’re asking for a chance to stand again, To rebuild something we can pass on to the children who survived.

Vetted By @gazavetters No:537

Your support gives us the strength not just to remember the ones we lost — but to honor them by continuing.

💬 If you can’t donate, a reblog means the world. 🕊️ From Gaza, with hope and dignity — thank you.

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You don’t have to write every day to be a writer. You don’t need midnight inspiration to be a composer. If you’ve ever felt like you had to “earn” your title, this one’s for you.

📖 Read on Ember & Ink.