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stalemate, para bellum, quicksave, miles & miles away, how we learned to stop worrying and love the bomb, and quicksave: new game are complete.
I am currently posting my new fic, blue tape, every Monday.
A larger project is being written in the background, but will need to be completed before I begin posting. It's a beast, be patient, lol.
lordy this fanfic is a big boy
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Intermission is over! 🎉 I'm back to posting weekly chapters of this beast of a fic. Chapter 20 of blue tape is now live on ao3.
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stop. analyse that text through the lens of its author's intentions and original historical context. okay now take the author out back and kill them dead and analyse that text as though it were published by your mutual yesterday and is in direct conversation with the contemporary discourse that's most relevant to your life. okay now pick your favorite angle of interpretation and come up with the strongest possible argument against it. now imagine that the text is your best friend and that it means you well and that you naturally give it every benefit of the doubt because you're on its side and you want the best for it. now imagine that the text wants you dead and it'll eat you if you don't eat it first. now pretend that you found this text locked away in a cave with no evidence of when or where it came from and you have to divine its meaning solely through its internal coherence and nothing else. okay now address the elephant in the room aspect of the text you've been ignoring because you find it boring or confusing or uncomfortable and become the number one expert on it. now spend forty minutes assigning all the characters dnd classes with at least three sentences of reasoning each. okay now do the cha cha slide.
How I picture Sarah Lyons in my head.
Level up! +1 Intelligence.
THEY MENTIONED HIM
In light of recent news
Not able to adhere to my strict Monday posting schedule this week because the world is on fire. Check back next week for a new chapter of blue tape.
2025 was a good year! ✨
I wrote a little less this year as I was working on my master's thesis, but fanfic is the outlet that keeps me from going insane in grad school, so expect more angst from me in 2026.
This Trying Worketh Patience - Chapter 21 - Charlotte
Charlotte stepped carefully over the bodies of raiders as she made her way down the narrow alley until she stood before the Pickman Gallery. Three stories tall, with a bright red door that might have once seemed cheery, but now warned instead of the danger that lurked within. The darkening sky overhead added to the uneasy feeling that settled deep in her gut since arriving, but she pushed it aside. “Just reconnaissance, that’s all,” she muttered to herself, taking a moment to readjust the straps of her armor and count her ammo. Kellogg’s revolver sat full and heavy in her hand, reloaded from the box she had bought before leaving Goodneighbor. Charlotte reached out and turned the doorknob, carefully opening the door to see what— She immediately stumbled back, turning to vomit onto the cobblestones.
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Working out the various plot points in my fic like
excited to watch the ghoulcy writers lose their goddamn minds over the next 7 weeks
Intermission over! Back to my Monday posting schedule. Chapter 10 is live now.
Hancock studied Abigail’s face. The way she tensed at the mere mention of Arthur Maxson. He almost pitied her. How had that man stolen her heart, he wondered, when he didn’t seem to have one himself? He tilted his chin toward her. “Careful, doc. That Elder of yours? Trusting someone who carries a whole army on his shoulders can getcha hurt. It changes a man. Even the best ones.” Her glare sharpened.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/71538556/chapters/198333186
