FOXTROT 12

indie selective GENSHIN IMPACT blog for AGENT YORK. | penned by meechi | semi - hiatus / slow activity

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     DEAR DIRECTOR :

          “ i am sorry to hear that the FREELANCER PROGRAM is undergoing major setbacks. i am certain that the loss of some of your finest agents have caused you much grief over the past few months. it is with this in mind that i come to bear such wonderful news : it seems one of your own is still alive. an AGENT YORK, i believe. yes, hearing this must lift a weight off your shoulders, but it has come to our attention that he still possesses confidential military equipment that you have yet to retrieve. you know as well as i do how the oversight committee feels about abandoned equipment. although, curiously, this particular object was not found in your inventory logs. i assume this must be a logging error and will be rectified soon enough. in the mean time, would you care to explain what this DELTA CONSTELLATION is and how it ended up in the care of one of your agents? “

                                                                                                  YOURS TRULY,                                      THE CHAIRMAN OF THE OVERSIGHT COMMITTEE

     p.s. “ a word of advice, director : keep a tighter leash on your pets next time. this one has been causing a bit of a trouble, i hear, and i think it would be a real shame if something were to happen to him. “

                           INDIE SELECTIVE GENSHIN IMPACT AU AGENT YORK                                                                                    PENNED BY MEECHI                                                     DOSSIER | GUIDELINES

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     meechi. just as an update / a heads up : i made a private, friends - only Genshin multi that’s partially complete. I’ll be making a sweep of following longstanding mutuals on that blog, so if you see a random Genshin multi pop up in your notifs, it’s probably me jdvbjvkd

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the worst timeline

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     meechi. too lazy to go and find it now but currently thinking of that one fan art where the agents are the AIs and the AIs are the agents, and Agent Delta is in a predicament while AI York is trying to encourage him to take a HIGHLY calculated risk --      anyway I want an AI York. York but portable. 

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Cw: Gun violence, hatecrime, racism, death.

Information thread:  https://twitter.com/jhopeprotector/status/1382982714240864257?s=20

Donation link to Adam’s family: https://twitter.com/DENJ1LUVR/status/1383069957198520324?s=20

Donation link thread to other latinx / hispanic people: https://twitter.com/kaeyaluvrs/status/1383090501352615945?s=20

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     meechi. i have returned. somewhat. apologies for dropping off the face of the earth like that with no warning, but I’ve been busy focusing on schoolwork and the like. i’ll be making a tentative attempt at activity, but it’s going to be very slow probably. your patience with me is much appreciated, thank you!

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     DISCORD DROP.

foxtrot twelve #9772

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someone: *genuinely cares about my self-destructive ass*

me:

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And here are the freelancer ones, with their own post.

The first five , the second four, you are here!

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Send ‘regress’ to meet my muse as a child.

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     meechi. seeing gender hcs on the dash so I slap on here bisexual - demiromantic transmasc York and leave you with that.

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@wanmins​ asked : “ i’m making powerful soups from broths you can’t even comprehend. ” a moment to stir the meal in question. “ i have soups that could make you forgive your father. ”

     If it was anyone else, York would’ve disagreed.      Well, perhaps not disagree . . . but, they wouldn’t have been saved from his sharp tongue and dry witticisms. It was in his nature to be contrarian, but now -- well, he didn’t feel the need to be.      Perhaps it was the company. There was no doubt in his mind that Xiangling could master such a feat. It didn’t seem farfetched, as ridiculous as her little quip may have sounded. Cooking was a form of art ; if done well, who’s to say what it can make you feel? She approached the subject as a writer would novel, a painter to canvas -- wasn’t artistry but all a master of the senses? If so, then cooking was a mastery of taste and smell, no different than a form of music or style. Art has achieved far greater ends than a simple forgiveness ; who’s to say she wouldn’t succeed such an endeavor with colorful flavor?      It could’ve been the atmosphere, too. A hazy, warm sort of day. The kitchen was stuffy, but this wasn’t an unusual happenstance ; most kitchens were stuffy. He’s read about that in books and experienced that firsthand while spending his time on the Mother of Invention. As a little boy, they didn’t have much in the way of a kitchen -- it was them crowded over stacked wood and hoping against hope that the fire would be hot enough. Simple meals with bland flavors, drowning them all in peppers and hot sauces for even the smallest bit of taste . . . he wouldn’t really call that a fond memory. Nothing like it is now.     The MOI was closer, but different. It was almost never stuffy. Not when York went in to make something. The languid atmosphere of home kitchens was an art in and of itself ; you had to be a certain person to achieve it. Of course, maybe it required more than just you, the presence of a loved one. The MOI’s kitchen only ever got stuffy when York was with his friends -- helping North stress - bake at midnight and flinging bits of sauce to speckle Lina’s fair skin, powdering Wash’s face with flour as they roll for bread . . . there was a lot of memories in that kitchen, the more York thought of it. Perhaps there were some here as well, warming the place with fragrances of love & care, something tender and cozy . . .     The MOI’s kitchen was long gone now -- so were his friends. His smile bared the faintest of sadness, as he watched Xiangling stir, his chin resting in his hand. “ i dunno . . . my father did somehing pretty unforgivable. but, if your soups are as powerful as all that, you think you can make a soup powerful enough for me to forgive myself? “      A moment of vulnerability, perhaps, but what can he say? A kitchen can be a magical place, if you make it just about right.

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@tartalliya​ asked : ♪ ♪ two for two babyyyy

song inspiration ( accepting! )

     FORTY DAYS || Streetlight Manifesto

i’ve tasted seven sins, so they won’t let me in i knock knock knock until my knuckles are bruised and raw stuck in the middle with my blood in a puddle on the floor we made our beds, we’ll judge ourselves and only then and there will we disappear to our final resting place what a waste! so many decent people at the gates

Explanation : Streetlight Manifesto was one of the first bands York really vibed with -- both musically and lyrically. He in particular really enjoyed this album, and it was through this that I came away with York in a ska - punk band during highschool as a headcanon.      This song in particular runs with York’s themes of religious philosophy, morality, and existentialism. Particularly, for the former two, but especially a bitter and somewhat cynical tone towards the first. In fact, I would even say blasphemous, with his reclamation of providing judgment on himself rather than allowing an unfair outside force to do it for him. There’s both a need and a want for understanding, but a total frustration of the path towards enlightenment, finding most answers and realizations to be nonsensical at best ( “ if we’re going to break it down with any logic, it’s absurd. “ ).      Naturally, the song has a hint of nihilism -- almost any song for York that suits him does, if truth be told. Continual existence and experience has made him lose grasp in any faith that is not of his own mind. For instance, York refuses to accept any semblance of a God, something is beyond his control, and as such is willing to deny God if any such being exists. He has no desire to live on the rules imposed by others, and it especially becomes so after PFL. Rather than accepting that one being or a select handful rules all, he presumes everyone has the right to rule themselves and, as such, ought to take priority of their godlihood.      This went into a more metaphysical realm than I intended, but York has a lot to say on the subject of human ascension and mortality, especially in regards to himself. I think it keeps him at peace ; I’ve discovered he detests the thought of abiding by Fate, and would rather act as his own freewill permits.

     OCEAN CITY || Charming Disaster

if we can make it to ocean city everything will be all right make it down the jersey turnpike make it through the night they will lose us in the blur of spinning carnival rides we can start over together in the blinking neon lights so baby drive

Explanation : Okay, honestly? Any love song you give to me, York will find a way to vibe with it. He adores love songs above all else ; they just make him feel happy. Especially if they have themes of starting over and running away, wanting to escape from the confines of the lives they currently live. It resonates with him in a specific way . . .      . . . of course, York is more than happy to live the rest of his life spent running from the world. It’s getting him to settle, to accept those restrictions, that proves to be the real challenge. There’s not many people in this world York is willing to stay still for, after all.

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