#and I know how to google all the stuff that I need and how to understand the manuals and --help for the commands and so on

[trans-axolotl]

hi! do you or your followers have any recommendations or suggestions on ways to get more politically organised when you're very chronically ill and mainly bedbound / housebound?

im truly at a loss of what to do now because i cannot do the usual protest attending, mutual aid fundraiser event hosting, even making food for friends that are struggling. i sign petitions and try to keep friends updated with news but its not enough

Hi anon! Super important question. I have a few thoughts on possible ways to get more involved in organizing while you're bedbound/housebound. A lot of my suggestions are shaped by the context of me mostly doing organizing in largeish US cities, and I also know that a lot of what's possible depends on your own personal access needs/energy levels/etc. feel free to let me know if nothing i suggest is accessible for your situation and I can try to brainstorm some other ways of getting involved!

Joining an organization like Crips for Esims for Gaza that works to directly support Palestinians and needs help with online logistics work like handling donations, buying Esims, and connecting people. Their email is listed in the article to get in contact.

Prisoner solidarity support! This could look like writing cards or letters for incarcerated people, or helping out with a books to prisoners program. Survived and Punished has a guide on how to write letters, Black and Pink has an LGBTQ prison penpal program, and if you search "prisoner penpal program" in your area you can probably find something local to you. The Prison Library Support Network is a great online based organization that works as a reference library for incarcerated people, and has people do research (sometimes just by searching on Google!) to answer information questions sent by incarcerated people. They have regular online trainings about how to participate as a volunteer, the next one is on July 13th.

Listening in on police scanners when there are protests happening in your area, and giving live updates to protesters, either in a Signal message thread or just by posting live updates on twitter/bluesky. This can be super helpful so that people on the ground can get information about what the cops are doing and can try to avoid getting kettled/arrested/etc.

Adding alt text and video captions to social media content about protests, news, protest safety infographics, etc to ensure that this kind of content is accessible to everyone.

If you have access to a printer and ink, printing out things like know your rights cards, radical zines, flyers, etc. a lot of orgs i've been part of haven't had easy access to a printer and would have been SO thrilled if someone reached out to us and said "Hi I can't participate in other ways but I have a printer and I'm happy to print stuff for you when you need!"

Creating plain language translations of news, political concepts, etc. Autism against Fascism is a group that makes plain language articles about fascism and antifascism, and I think there are so many topics surrounding protests, oppression, organizing, etc for which it would be incredibly helpful to have plain language resources.

Online fundraising for a particular cause by making social media posts. You could spotlight a campaign from a family in Gaza and commit to making posts and boosting their campaign. If you have a hobby that you already spend energy on, you could do something like raffling off your art, or doing a video game stream to raise money.

Researching resources in your area and making a mutual aid reference document to help people connect to resources. For example, @tigerrsmn has an amazing trans resource directory that they spent a lot of work researching and continually update. This can be a super helpful community resource to create and share if there isn't something like it for your area yet.

The next few suggestions are ones that require more energy or might require leaving the house so I know they might not be at all relevant for you, but I also got another ask about ways to participate when you're a disabled person who can't risk getting arrested at protests and I wanted to combine the asks in one post.

In person jail support. This usually happens right after a protest where people have gotten arrested and can go into the night or the next day. People show up outside the jail with food, cigs, water, subway cards or cash, and wait for people to get released from jail. This might be more accessible to some people because it's low risk, stays in one spot, and you can sit down the whole time if needed.

Kit making for a harm reduction group. A lot of harm reduction groups in my city have monthly kit making nights where we meet up at a local bookstore and put safer use supplies in individual kits for people to give out at outreach.

Cooking for a mutual aid group, either at a community kitchen or at your own kitchen to create meals for people to hand out at outreach. I highly recommend Food not Bombs if there's a local FNB group in your area.

Creating "Don't get Kettled" maps for your city so that protestors can plan better routes where they can avoid police kettles. This can be done through a combination of looking for google street view and showing up to places in person to look for streets with easy pedestrian exits, accessible exits with no stairs, curb cuts, avoiding dead ends, tunnels, etc.

Cop Watch, Court Watch, ICE Watch. Joining networks of people who keep an eye out in your neighborhood and share information to rapid response networks about when cops and ICE are spotted. Participate in Court Watch by going to in person or virtual court hearings to observe, document, and address injustice in local courts. DC has a really robust CourtWatch program that you could learn from to set up something in your area if a courtwatch program doesn't already exist in your region.

This is definitely not a complete list so followers please feel free to add on with suggestions, and definitely feel free to reach out again with more info/questions and I can try to keep brainstorming!

[nothoughtsjustficrecs]

I don’t know shit about Fallout but something about this draws me in every time I scroll past it so I’m giving in and reading it. I’m excited.

I wrote ^that^ before I started to read and oh, I am now invested! I love this kinda vibe and you’re writing it so well! I don’t usually read incomplete series because I forget what happens very quickly, so I need to binge read stuff but I’m going to read all of these chapters available and excitedly wait for the final one!

Thank you for writing this story and sharing it with us!

When I was reading, I decided to write down my thoughts as I go, as I knew I'd forget otherwise. Below this is literally just the thoughts I wrote down because I do not have the brain power to convert them into actual fully coherent comments [I'll put them below a read more cut for the sake of spoilers and such].

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“ stimpaks ” ngl, I thought I misread this word at first lol. I googled it though and ooh that would be very useful

Please excuse any potential weird commentary of my learning process in regard to Fallout 😬

“ Ultimately finding a cat or a dog to accompany you. ” yes, yes agreed! Very important

“ “We’ll be taking that bag, or else we’ll gut you like a pig.” ” damn, how rude. Manners go a long way you know, fella, damn

“ “God damn it Frank!” ” yeah, damn, Frank!

“ It’s just a dummy, but it has saved you several times already. ” ooh, smort

“ Megaton ” 100% read that as Megatron at first and was like “damn, poor Megatron getting gutted and his shell used to house people” 😂

“ Frank is back. ” dammit, Frank!

“ “Hey,” you hear a man’s deep voice from above, and gaze upwards “goggles and mask off please.” ” he used his manners! What a good boy

“ and he’s suddenly got his hands on you. ” 😏

“ “Or snacks!” You giggle, and he turns to you. ” okay that made me giggle too

“ “I’m [Y/n], but my friends used to call me Boo.” ” cute!

“ “You have friends? Lucky.” ” fr fr

“ “You did save my life after all.” ” ~friendsss~ (please imagine that said in a really weird borderline creepy voice, thanks. Hehe)

Under the Orange Colored Sky

Summary: Worn down by years in the wasteland, you’re a lone vault dweller surviving on scraps, instinct, and the fading hope of finding safety in the cruel wasteland—a chance encounter hints that not all is lost.

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I miss Jeon Wonwoo a lot (I'm sure you can relate), so here's a six-parter set in the Fallout universe. I'm posting a chapter every day, so buckle in babies. It's starts out relatively chill, but it doesn't last 🔥

pairing: non!idol Wonwoo x fem reader genre: fluff, angst and smut (the holy trinity) + Fallout (the video game) AU ☢️ word count: 2,3k for this chapter chapter: 1/6 rating: 18+ minors dni warnings for the whole fic: soft dom! Wonwoo, unprotected sex (don't do this), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, pet name (baby), slight breeding kink + violence, gore, hints at tor*ure.

divider by: @cafekitsune

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Chapter 1: Right Behind You Baby

Two bottles of purified water, three stimpaks and one can of dog food—that’s it. You would usually be thrilled about the amount of stimpaks, but you’re in dire need of food this time around, and this Super-Duper Mart turned out to be cleared out already. 

It’s been 807 days since you exited the vault, and you have yet to meet a friendly face.

On the contrary, raiders have been making your life a living hell, fitting enough for the barren wasteland around you.

You have put up a decent fight though, benefiting from your martial arts lessons in the vault.

Your days consist mainly of traversing the landscape scavenging, but the dream is to find a place where you can actually grow things to eat. Maybe even get a power source going and dig a well. Ultimately finding a cat or a dog to accompany you.

You close the buckle on your bag, and make your way to the exit. It’s clearly lit up by the scorching hot sun outside, contrasting the stuffy and dark interior of the abandoned supermarket.

Pushing the door open, the hot and dry air hit your face like a blow dryer.

“I might become a ghoul just from the sun damage alone, good lord.” you tell yourself, instinctively shielding your eyes with your hand from the bright light.

You remember that you have a pair of goggles wrapped around your head, and you pull them down—your surroundings now dimmed through the dark glasses. A gust of sand stings your cheeks, so you pull up your bandana as well, making it cover the lower half of your face.

“We’ll be taking that bag, or else we’ll gut you like a pig.”

As you were occupied with preparing for the trek back to your base, you hadn’t noticed the two raiders sneaking up on you, now only a few meters away. You wince at the voice, and register that the pink-haired woman in the back has a crossbow, and the grimy man in front of you a machete—ready to pounce on you.

In a split second, you pull a grenade from your vest pocket and pull the pin with your thumb until it’s barely holding on.

“If you get any closer I’m letting it go, so you better use your peanut brain for once and walk the fuck away.” You try to give the raider in front of you the most menacing gaze you can muster, and you can see that he’s getting flustered.

“Shit Bonnie, what do we do?” He turns his head back at his partner, who’s equally confused about the situation.

She’s grimacing, but starts to lower the crossbow slightly.

“God damn it Frank! She looks ragged so she probably doesn’t have anything good anyway, let’s just head back.”

Frank starts to back off, as you demonstratively keep your hand with the grenade raised in front of them. Cursing under their breath, they disappear around the corner of the supermarket.

You huff, as you push the pin back in and pocket the grenade. It’s just a dummy, but it has saved you several times already. Raiders aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed after all.

You try to shake off the tingle of anxiety in your body, as you set course for your current hideout.

This area has mostly been fruitless, but you’ve heard of a larger settlement, Megaton, that should be around here somewhere. You’re hoping there’s prospects for trading or at least some odd jobs you can do for caps.

The sky is relatively clear today, and you can feel the sun beating down on you.

Days like these are the hardest to survive, the constant thirst and your skin drying up, but they make for the prettiest nights with even the Milky Way on display above you.

That’s what you’re living for now. The rare magical moments when you’re reminded that there’s still beauty in the world, despite the destruction and violence of the wasteland.

You spot a Red Rocket gas station in the distance—your hideout in its vicinity.

As you round the wreck of a yellow school bus, a sharp blade hits your throat—grazing your skin.

“I couldn’t let you humiliate me like that I’m afraid, any last words little girl?”

A rotten breath hits your nostrils. Frank is back.

You can hear a woman snicker above you, Bonnie squatting on the top of the bus observing you below.

“Why don’t you both just fuck o-”

A sharp sound cracks the air and you drop to your knees.

Frank collapses in front of you.

He’s got a dime sized hole exiting through his eye—a projectile must have entered in the back of his head.

“Frank! What did you do to him?” Bonnie shrieks in agony above you.

“I-ugh, I didn’t do anything?” You retort, as it sinks in that you’re out in the open, vulnerable to whatever struck Frank.

You start to crawl behind the bus again, as Bonnie jumps down to Frank’s corpse.

Another crack rings out, and it’s suddenly silent now. You can’t hear any of Bonnie’s vailing anymore.

Your mind races.

Who’s shooting? Super Mutants aren’t really known for their precision with rifles, and it’s been ages since you’ve seen anyone from the Brotherhood out here.

It could be a rivaling raider group, but why would they waste precious ammo on a couple of low lives like them?

You can hear your heartbeat thumping in your ears, as adrenaline pumps through your veins.

You’ve got your back against the bus now, with what’s likely to be two corpses piled up on the other side, with the gas station about 3-400 meters away.

You go through your options.

You could stay here shielded and wait, but for how long? Is 10 minutes enough? An hour? All night? It ultimately feels like a gamble, and the fresh blood and guts is bound to attract all sorts of abominations.

You didn’t survive twice today just to get eaten by a feral ghoul or a swarm of stingwings.

There’s really only one option—it’s still a gamble, but you reckon you’re dealing with someone who’s got more than half a brain in this situation, so it might just pay off.

You round the corner of the bus with your arms raised.

Your pulse quickens.

“Please please please”, you mutter under your breath, hoping you’re not taking your last breaths as you speak.

Nothing happens.

You quickly gaze down and see a patchwork of bright pink hair spread all over the ground. Bonnie’s head had exploded like a watermelon.

You gag from the sickening display, but you keep walking forwards. You must be dealing with skilled snipers.

You’re starting to believe that they’re letting you live now, as you’re walking uphill towards the gas station. They have to be located somewhere straight ahead of you, judging by where Frank’s head first was pierced.

You’re almost standing outside the Red Rocket now, your arms starting to ache from their upright position.

“Hey,” you hear a man’s deep voice from above, and gaze upwards “goggles and mask off please.”

You can’t see him, as the bright sunlight hits you directly in the eyes.

You slide your goggles back up on the top of your head now, and pull your bandana down to your neck, exposing your face.

There’s a beat of silence between you.

“Wait there.” He’s gone before you can reply.

It feels a bit odd to be commanded by a stranger, but you’re not taking any more chances today, and decide to stay put.

The glass door in front of you opens, and a tall figure materialises.

As your eyes adjust to the absence of the goggles, his face gets clearer. His hair is dark brown and tousled, his eyes hooded complimented by a wide and sharp jawline.

You notice that you’re holding your breath, clearly taken aback by a handsome face after having grimy raiders all up in your business for ages now.

He stands right in front of you, with a rather unanimated look on his face. You hadn’t expected a warm welcome, but still.

“I need to search you, okay?” His request surprises you, but it makes sense.

“Yes, of course.” You reply dryly, and he’s suddenly got his hands on you.

He grabs your shoulders first, patting along your arms out to your wrists.

You focus on his face, and he seems to be concentrating on the task at hand.

“I need to touch your sides as well.”

He looks at you and tips his head slightly. You give him a nod of permission.

He places his hands on the sides of your torso now, his thumbs brushing along the outline of your chest. You realise it’s been a really long time since a man touched you like this, even though there’s several layers of fabric between his palms and your skin, but you still feel a blush bloom in your cheeks.

He pats you downwards meticulously, landing on your hips. You feel his hands linger there for just a second longer than he needs to, but he quickly clears his throat continuing down your legs.

He pats up the insides of them as well, ending on your inner thighs in a relatively respectful distance from your crotch.

“Good. One last thing though.”

He’s back up now, leaning his face towards yours. You take a sudden intake of breath as you can feel the warmth radiate off of him on your skin. You feel his fingers on the back of your neck, snaking up into your messy bun.

His touch makes your skin tingle. He tangles them in your thick hair, searching around for any hidden items.

“You never know, you could hide a little switchblade up in there.”

“Or snacks!” You giggle, and he turns to you.

He raises one eyebrow quizzically.

You look at him with a timid smile, wondering if he’s the type of guy that can appreciate a dry joke.

“I’m Wonwoo by the way, and you?” he says in a deep voice.

“I’m [Y/n], but my friends used to call me Boo.”

“You have friends? Lucky.”

You giggle at his response.

“If they’re still alive, but I doubt it.” There’s a silence between you again, the gravity of your reality creeping back in.

You both stand in silence now, taking each other in.

“So Boo, why should I keep you around?”

You furrow your brows.

“Keep me around? Why do you think I want to be kept around?”

Wonwoo smirks, and crosses his arms.

“Well I just saved your life, so it seems like it's in your interest to be honest.”

You take a moment to reflect on his words.

He’s not completely wrong—he’s pretty much onto something.

Every day has been a struggle in the wasteland, and you can’t deny that luck has been on your side several times now, what if it runs out?

“Fair enough,” he chuckles “well, I’m trained in hand-to-hand combat,” he raises his eyebrows “and I’ve got some medical training as well.”

He actually looks impressed.

“Really. Where did you learn these things?”

You decide to be honest.

“In the vault.” His eyebrows lift even higher now.

“A vault dweller, of course. I should’ve known judging by your complexion alone.”

You can feel his eyes study your face.

“Thank you, I guess?”

He snickers, and you suddenly feel a pang of shame. You didn’t want him to think that you’re shallow.

“Alright Boo, you better stay the night and we can plan further tomorrow morning—you probably have a stash around here somewhere?”

He opens the door now, and you’re on his heels.

“I do. There’s not much, but I have water, cans and chems.”

A large plank leading up through a hole in the ceiling appears, and you climb up behind Wonwoo.

You exit on the top of the gas station, where he’s drawn a tarp across some of it, probably to shield himself from the sun. A bunch of tires and planks line the edges of the roof.

A massive sniper rifle is situated in an opening, with several rounds of ammo spread around it.

He’s even got a gas stove setup, as well as a sleeping bag under the tarp. His hideout is exposed, but only for flying creatures. It’s quite genius actually.

“Nice setup you have here—it needs a woman’s touch though.” You grin at him, and he can’t hide his amusement.

“Anyway, are you hungry?” He’s reaching down to open an old cooler, pulling out a box of instamash.

“I’m starving,” you unbuckle your bag and pull out the can of dog food, “here’s some protein as well.”

He grabs the can, nodding in approval.

It stays silent between you for a while, while Wonwoo lights the gas cooker and starts preparing the meal.

You can feel the exhaustion from the day hit you, as you slide down on the roof next to the stove. You exhale, and watch as he stirs the small pot. You half expected it to be awkward between the two of you, but it’s not. The silence feels natural—it’s even comforting.

You can’t remember the last time you relaxed next to another person. Maybe back in the vault? Your mind drifts, all the faces of your classmates appearing in front of you. Running in the hallways. Blissfully unaware of the devastation outside.

He’s filling up a bowl now, handing it over to you.

“Thank you, it actually smells pretty decent.”

You both dig in, and the silence continues as you’re scarfing down the food.

When you’ve finished your bowl, you grab one of the purified waters you picked up earlier, and hand it to Wonwoo.

His eyes widen a bit at the gesture, these bottles are hard to come by.

“You did save my life after all.”

・❥・

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[genericpuff]

Hi, I'm new to this. I wanted to ask if you'd do more similar stories after Lore Rekindled. Honestly, I find your writing style incredible. (P.S. I don't speak English, so I'm sorry if it's not clear. Greetings from Mexico.) (･_-｡ )

Oii your English is great! <3 And please, don't ever be afraid to write to me in your native language if that's easier, we have the technology to translate 😆💓 (and if you need me to translate anything that I write here for clarity, please lmk! just apologies in advance if it's not perfect because it'll just be through Google Translate which I know isn't perfect haha)

To answer your question, Lore Rekindled is far from being my first comic, I honestly definitely wouldn't have been able to make it to this degree if I didn't already have past projects under my belt. That said, it's definitely helped me level up my writing and art a lot :'3 though the "vibe" of my writing is still present in my older projects, I didn't have it all quite "figured out" yet if that makes sense? (and honestly I feel like I still don't, I'm always still looking for ways to improve!)

All that said, you can find my older works online with a bit of digging, I've gotten a little more lax with sharing some of my OC's and stuff here (I originally made this account as a sock puppet to keep them separate but as time's gone on and I've met a lot of cool people here, I've become less anxious about intermingling them).

My biggest endeavour is definitely Time Gate, it's a very personal project that I've been working on gradually for over a decade. It's a looot darker than Rekindled is (at least so far, we'll see how it compares when Rekindled's over LMAO) but it's also pretty corny on account of its anime / manga influences and the art is pretty dated compared to what I'm doing now 😆

That said, I do have some folks who've started reading it since finding me through Rekindled and a lot of them seem to enjoy it regardless of its flaws on account of lack of experience at the time, so it might be up your alley! Just don't expect it to be quite the same vibe as Rekindled, it has some romance but it puts more of its emphasis on individual character development and action-based storytelling.

And I'm actually currently working on a sort-of remake of the first part of the series (Reaper) as well as a continuation of its sequel [AFTERBIRTH], so even if the older version of it seems dated now, rest assured, it'll have its redemption in due time ;3

(the more things change, the more they stay the same (°▽°) )

Soo yeah! Rekindled isn't my first go at it and it def won't be my last! Even once it's inevitably over, I've got plenty of other stuff planned, including original work and some extra Rekindled stuff after the main story is over (but I'm not making any promises for that atm because it's still a ways off). I'm glad you enjoy my writing enough to ask about other stuff, I hope if you do decide to check out my older projects (or future ones as they release) that you enjoy them just as much as Rekindled! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[cowardlykrow]

Owen → Cringe gays [affectionate] → Wife

[cowboy au]

[bitegore]

god i met this dude today and he was so fucking hot like. god DAMN. i will be thinking about him

[novikovaq]

Get to know your mutuals!

Idk what that thing is but im kinda happy i got tagged lol, thank you @screwyoubatjokesiscanon ! <3

Favourite colours: All the fire colours, especially red! I adore white and maroon too!

Currently reading: the slavic folk bestiary, (i used google translate cuz idk how its called in english) Conjurer -by Lene Kaaberbøl and i am going to start reading fourth wing and the 2nd book from the same series called iron flame -by Rebecca Yaros. I found those books by accident and idk what they're about <3

Last song: I have no clue. I've been working and listening to music. I remember clearly Cosmo Sheldrake, the Crane Wives and Kate Bush.

Last film: Currently watching the Rookie while writing this lol.

Sweet/salty/sour: I love me some sour stuff. I adore lemons. Although salty stuff is great too! It all depends on the mood.

Tea or coffee: Tea. I love herbs. Herbal tea is great. Green tea works just as coffee if you need to wake up. I love tea.

Working on: Refs, character designs, redesigns, colouring, schools, social skills andd.... i think that's it.

Tagging my 2nd and only mutual: @alexthedragon190 , lovesies <3

Get to know your mutuals!

*grabs mic and clears throat* Thank you so much @jintaka-hane and @igiulss for tagging me! I love these things and I love you girls! ❤️

Favorite Colors: Black, purple, and red. I was a bit of a goth teen, and my favorite colors never really got to change 😎

Currently Reading: SMUT! *snort* I used to care a lot about what I read, trying to stick to 'good literature' and the classics and all, but I'm now at a stage of my life where I stoped giving a f*ck and now I read what the hell I feel like. Judgment be damned. So I'm going through the ACOTAR series, devouring them like a madwoman. I have Edgar Allan Poe's short stories giving me the stink eye from my nightstand, and I might use him as a palate cleanser after!

Last Song: Oh, I've been cranking the Imperfect soundtrack I created on Spotify to get me in the mood for the next chapter, and the last one that played was, curiously enough, Imperfect by Stone Sour. I can't get enough of Corey Taylor, that man is a God!

Last Film: I barely watch any TV. I read and write in my spare time, so the last movie I saw was in the movie theatre and I took my son, so we got to see the live action of Lilo & Stitch! I enjoyed it a lot! 🥰

Sweet/Salty/Sour: All of them???? I mean... I can't choose! I have a very sweet tooth, but I love sour things... and salty snacks? UGH! Why are you doing this to me??? Gun to the head: sweet!

Tea or Coffee: Coffee. 100% coffee. Expressos, please. Or how we call it here in Portugal: bica. Actually was discussing this with Giuls just yesterday. I need at least 4 of them on a daily basis. 😍

Working On: Too many things at the same time, actually 😆 I'm working on Imperfect, Kid's Meet-Cute and I'm also throwing a few paragraphs for chapter 2 of All of Yourself, as well as trying to plan and write a very challenging longfic for my main account with ships like: SaNami, LawBin, Ace&Vivi and ZoTash.

I'm going to tag *checks to see who hasn't been tagged yet* @physics-of-one-piece @laidenbreecatchall @isabeauwolf and anyone else who wants to jump in on the fun wagon!

[em-b-sides]

I think about that tiktok trend where you like paint your partners eye color on your nails or make a bracelet or something with the color a lot actually

[hallowed-somnolence]

too much techincal stuff i dont understand my head hurts orz

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

i love making guides but dawg i hate writing guides

im making a guide as a personal project and its eating me

[noimnotdeadyet]

FRFR

idm tho this reblog chain ngl is now the highlight of my day :3 i get so excited every time i check my tumblr notes and see you responded i am this overjoyed to ramble about Yanqing with someone o7

(also the way i saw the notif someone reblogged one point of this insane chain is hilarious to me OSHDIWHF)

amen i hope we get all the Flagships someday they cant just drop the ball and never pick it up Yanqing is literally one of several mystery characters in this game we cant just never expand on or explain him >-<

(i literally once compared the LENGTH OF HIS CHARACTER STORIES TO OTHER CHARACTERS cuz i remember finding it odd that his didnt need any scrolling to read from my laptop screen the way others did so i double checked. i found his and some other mystery chars like Luocha & Kafka have shorter stories than fucking HOOK, BAILU, GEPARD, HIMEKO so its def not cuz he was a Standard 5 star or a lack of content)

honestly "Aeons, Emanators, And Pathstriders: An Essay" by clenastia is a very good AO3 analysis on why they think Yanqing is an Enamantor based on a lot of details, with the comment section usually helping point out even more stuff (i did... i included my results googling the symbolism of his fucking flute) you do neex to be logged into an AO3 acc to read and it spoils a bit from their story "A Rose By Any Other Name" which is a Yanqing & Argenti story (BASED) but i def reccommend both theyre great reads :3

ngl the kill the marshal thing gave me Wings of Fire flashbacks... i should draw that someday .o.

OML YANQINGS FIRST INSTINCT BEING TO GO HOME TO JING YUAN AND HIM GOING "im leaving and taking the kids"

Express truly is the place of found family. oml imagine when they join they both change from their military uniforms to their Express Pass exclusive icon outfits :)

i need the hcq & Yanqing to share a room... emotionally... i need them all cuddling in bed together all wholesome and fluffy...

Yanqing truly is like the main character of those swordsman novels

(i had to do a quick google search mid rant yes theres a reddit analysis on how he resembles wuxia visual novel protagonists and their growth)

who needs problems when youve got YANQING

he will find a way amen o7 doesnt know when or how but he WILL solve the problem!!

no wonder you made Eruditionqing hes perfect for the Genius Society our boi out here will not rest until he gets what he wants whether its answers or the CORRECTING OF A SOCIETY

(... my brain played the jingle when i typed society. iykyk)

HAHAHAHAKDNS THE DUALITY OF MAN WE LOVE EM DW FU XUAN YOU CAN BE GENERAL O7

HCQ together... with a child :3

sneak peek of a tentative timeline for my erudition yanqing fic!! ughh ive only got like 3 chapters of the mainfic done and i need to post the prequel before i can post the mainfic & for this one im trying to get the whole fic written before starting to post, instead of like swmtbb where i write as i post. UGHH I HATE THIS KID

in case you're wondering why swmtbb updates so slow... its bc of 1. writers block and 2. this fuckign thing but i prommy its worth it i love this fic

[sincerely-sofie]

Does anyone know what level Grovyle’s IQ is in PMD2? I need to know. For reasons.

[arodrwho]

octavia butler GOOD

[inkedhorror]

oh when did that happen...

[louderfade]

exene talking about the state of the world. the good stuff starts at eight minutes. or you can just read the transcript complete with the usual errors that accompany robot transcribed speech (the irony of which is not lost on me). maybe it's not about transhumanism and living forever (or maybe it is who knows), but there's definitely an agenda of surveillance and control at work which is designed to keep the powerful in power. cash rules everything around me and you will own nothing etc. the future is worse.

[disdaidal]

The way I'm still not finished with writing the first two ideas I had in mind for this ship, I'm suddenly getting two more. 🙈🙊 Could somebody please arrange it so that I'd have all the time in the world to write it all? Because 24hrs a day is simply not enough.

[autism-corner]

shaking beast time