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✧ My jester court to an audience of none ✧ I think I can write sometimes ✧

Slowly struggling through several cursed ships and terrible more

HSR / PTN / Signalis etc.
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graveexit 🥀 @graveexit.bsky.social · Nov 19
Writing ideas my beloved
A screenshot of Coach Sue Sylvester, a character from the show Glee, sending a long, imperious gaze to the right, her words altered to say, "I am going to create a fic that is so irrelevant to anybody's interests."
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Another year of writing silly fics 🥂
January 2, 2025 at 10:25 PM
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Brief update on our ongoing efforts to allow users to specify consent (or not) for AI training: 🧵
November 27, 2024 at 1:52 AM
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I want some stuff done by my borthday, perverse commemoration of it
November 22, 2024 at 7:12 AM
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I have zero (0) followers because I blocked them, and yet
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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I have zero (0) followers because I blocked them, and yet
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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Ruan Mei saintisms
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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Ruan Mei saintisms
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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Another day, another million new people have joined Bluesky!

18M users? 🙂‍↔️ 18M friends 🙂‍↕️
November 16, 2024 at 8:43 PM
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Another day at Bluesky, and it looks like growth is not slowing down! Welcome!

We’d like to take a moment to share our stance on AI and user data:
November 15, 2024 at 5:17 PM
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A number of artists and creators have made their home on Bluesky, and we hear their concerns with other platforms training on their data. We do not use any of your content to train generative AI, and have no intention of doing so.
November 15, 2024 at 5:22 PM
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Making a thread of drabbles I wrote for honk and shared anonymously #graveexitdrabbles
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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Making a thread of drabbles I wrote for honk and shared anonymously #graveexitdrabbles
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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XuRuo, how I miss you
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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XuRuo, how I miss you
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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So many ideas (and so little energy)
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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So many ideas (and so little energy)
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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Writing ideas my beloved
A screenshot of Coach Sue Sylvester, a character from the show Glee, sending a long, imperious gaze to the right, her words altered to say, "I am going to create a fic that is so irrelevant to anybody's interests."
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
graveexit.bsky.social
Writing ideas my beloved
A screenshot of Coach Sue Sylvester, a character from the show Glee, sending a long, imperious gaze to the right, her words altered to say, "I am going to create a fic that is so irrelevant to anybody's interests."
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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Rent-lowering gunshots and it's my writing. I'm learning to write to me
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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Rent-lowering gunshots and it's my writing. I'm learning to write to me
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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#Ruanliu fragment from a silly wip (1/2)
“We’ll proceed, then.” Ruan Mei touched Jingliu's shoulder. She did not need to ask twice; Jingliu knelt, remaining still for Ruan Mei to unbutton her shirt, even more still as cool hands nudged down to bunch the fabric at her waist. One of them dropped to the small of her back and Jingliu inhaled deeply, releasing it the farther away it rose with patient measurements. “Wait here,” she sighed. Quick fingers played at the waistband of her pants and vanished. Pressing her palms flat to the floor, Jingliu stretched. Ruan Mei rounded back with a small copper pot, a lighter, and a calligraphy brush in grip. Something sweet wafted over, barely noticeable as Ruan Mei grasped her chin and tilted her upward. “Will it burn?” asked Jingliu. Ruan Mei eyed her, irreverent. “Would you like it to?” A filamentous reverberation of laughter wrapped around Jingliu unbidden, phantasmic in its warmth as it coasted along her skin, stoking from within an ancient longing. She squeezed her eyes shut and threaded back the barest recollections; of hands that bruised and lavished; that insatiable curiosity colliding with fervor in the unknown, whether it from the snap of a bowstring on her hip to a grazing, coalescent kiss; or of nectar dripping, dripping— She cut forward and shook her head. “Not today.” After some hesitation, she pulled her hair to rest over her shoulder. “Show me what you have.” “We’re in agreement. It's simple syrup.” There was a tapping of heels, and Jingliu's eyes opened in time to see her crouching closer, tipping a dollop of the liquid over her right index and middle fingers. She raised the pot above and behind Jingliu. “Equal parts water and sugar combined near the boiling point. Will you savor it for me?” Jingliu seized, caging a gasp between her lips as the first drops fell. Ruan Mei kept at it, twisted the angle just so that they were beading together into rivulets that splashed simmering lines along her icy back. Trembling at the thaw, she nearly buckled from the initial sear. She had forgotten the bliss of heat. She almost forgot how good it felt, how well Ruan Mei’s hand guided, to which she was sure was the point. And the longer the syrup ran, the more Jingliu wanted to writhe, to spread on the floor, but she held it out, so wound tight that she was curling, pressing her trembling lips together and growing wetter. The heat simply meandered along, rich and unbothered. All the while Ruan Mei watched with the rumor of a smile on her lips. Loathe as Jingliu was to admit it, she had missed this. When she parted her lips and Ruan Mei delved in, thumb weighing down her tongue, flooding her mouth with viscous sweetness, she could not stop the choked moan that slipped out. Minutes flowed at a glacial pace and spilled from Jingliu’s mouth as she cleaned Ruan Mei’s fingers with abandon. She blinked rapidly, swallowing down bitterness as Ruan Mei withdrew. Wiping her hand on Jingliu's pant leg, she stood and selected a chair from the kitchen, dragging it around to stop behind Jingliu. The same hand closed around her throat, coaxing her out of slackened form. “In the future,” she began softly, “there is more to this, and more for you to take. Your input? Beautiful,” she added as Jingliu, hemmed in at the throat, let out a groan of appreciation. She jolted at the first fleeting touches of Ruan Mei prying the syrup away from her back. She swallowed with difficulty, bending in time to the hands pushing and pulling, honing in on every snap and chew.
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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#Ruanliu fragment from a silly wip (1/2)
“We’ll proceed, then.” Ruan Mei touched Jingliu's shoulder. She did not need to ask twice; Jingliu knelt, remaining still for Ruan Mei to unbutton her shirt, even more still as cool hands nudged down to bunch the fabric at her waist. One of them dropped to the small of her back and Jingliu inhaled deeply, releasing it the farther away it rose with patient measurements. “Wait here,” she sighed. Quick fingers played at the waistband of her pants and vanished. Pressing her palms flat to the floor, Jingliu stretched. Ruan Mei rounded back with a small copper pot, a lighter, and a calligraphy brush in grip. Something sweet wafted over, barely noticeable as Ruan Mei grasped her chin and tilted her upward. “Will it burn?” asked Jingliu. Ruan Mei eyed her, irreverent. “Would you like it to?” A filamentous reverberation of laughter wrapped around Jingliu unbidden, phantasmic in its warmth as it coasted along her skin, stoking from within an ancient longing. She squeezed her eyes shut and threaded back the barest recollections; of hands that bruised and lavished; that insatiable curiosity colliding with fervor in the unknown, whether it from the snap of a bowstring on her hip to a grazing, coalescent kiss; or of nectar dripping, dripping— She cut forward and shook her head. “Not today.” After some hesitation, she pulled her hair to rest over her shoulder. “Show me what you have.” “We’re in agreement. It's simple syrup.” There was a tapping of heels, and Jingliu's eyes opened in time to see her crouching closer, tipping a dollop of the liquid over her right index and middle fingers. She raised the pot above and behind Jingliu. “Equal parts water and sugar combined near the boiling point. Will you savor it for me?” Jingliu seized, caging a gasp between her lips as the first drops fell. Ruan Mei kept at it, twisted the angle just so that they were beading together into rivulets that splashed simmering lines along her icy back. Trembling at the thaw, she nearly buckled from the initial sear. She had forgotten the bliss of heat. She almost forgot how good it felt, how well Ruan Mei’s hand guided, to which she was sure was the point. And the longer the syrup ran, the more Jingliu wanted to writhe, to spread on the floor, but she held it out, so wound tight that she was curling, pressing her trembling lips together and growing wetter. The heat simply meandered along, rich and unbothered. All the while Ruan Mei watched with the rumor of a smile on her lips. Loathe as Jingliu was to admit it, she had missed this. When she parted her lips and Ruan Mei delved in, thumb weighing down her tongue, flooding her mouth with viscous sweetness, she could not stop the choked moan that slipped out. Minutes flowed at a glacial pace and spilled from Jingliu’s mouth as she cleaned Ruan Mei’s fingers with abandon. She blinked rapidly, swallowing down bitterness as Ruan Mei withdrew. Wiping her hand on Jingliu's pant leg, she stood and selected a chair from the kitchen, dragging it around to stop behind Jingliu. The same hand closed around her throat, coaxing her out of slackened form. “In the future,” she began softly, “there is more to this, and more for you to take. Your input? Beautiful,” she added as Jingliu, hemmed in at the throat, let out a groan of appreciation. She jolted at the first fleeting touches of Ruan Mei prying the syrup away from her back. She swallowed with difficulty, bending in time to the hands pushing and pulling, honing in on every snap and chew.
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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Bluesky now has 13M+ users, the @atproto.com developer ecosystem continues to grow, and we’ve shipped features like DMs and video!

We’re excited to announce that we’ve raised a $15M Series A to continue growing the community, investing in Trust and Safety, and supporting the dev ecosystem.
Bluesky Announces Series A to Grow Network of 13M+ Users - Bluesky
Bluesky now exceeds 13 million users, the AT Protocol developer ecosystem continues to grow, and we’ve shipped highly requested features like direct messages and video.
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October 24, 2024 at 4:33 PM
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Temperature play between Jingliu and Fugue / Tingyun
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM
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Temperature play between Jingliu and Fugue / Tingyun
November 19, 2024 at 9:28 PM