#WellWater

[libbydd]

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[epicfoodtaste]

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[cry-internal]

hey, while i'm here, might as well ask:

does anyone either have or know where i could get my hands on a scan of the back insert to declaration of conformity by the wellwater conspiracy? i obtained the CD secondhand a number of years ago and it came with the front insert intact, but the back missing.

not super bothered about quality as it's unlikely i'll ever feel a need to sell it on, but i would like something there for completeness' sake, you know? like, just to print off and stick in there sort of thing.

[peaches-bee]

Sorry Babe wellwater conspiracy brotherhood of electric stays on during sex

[banukai]

oh my god i just spent an hour and a half writing bullshit about that post. maybe ill finish it tomorrow maybe ill just be too embarrassed to post it. uh either way getting to spend a while reading about fallout spread and acute radiation sickness was fun.

[rastronomicals]

7:59 PM EST February 2, 2023:

Wellwater Conspiracy - “Ladder to the Moon” From the compilation album   Mojo Presents: Gimme Danger (March 2016, more or less)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Compilation of Desert/Stoner Rock material put out by Mojo magazine with its April 2016 issue, in honor of the release of the Iggy Pop/Josh Homme joint, Post Pop Depression

File under: Please To Always Call It, “Desert Rock”

[sixteenth-days]

the heart of the pyre

[This is a ficlet by my cowriter Zeph expanding on a scene from our bud @liloinkoink's Lamplight fic!]

There’s an army in Dogwarts. 

It masses and seethes, left behind like so much kindling scrub after spring’s riot of flowers has dried away its beauty under the blazing sun. It sparks. It catches.

There’s a fire in Dogwarts, and its people are dying. Ren is among them, not doing that, rushing between wells and walls, streaked with smoke or blood or charcoal, shouting to and from his people as they coordinate bucket brigades and wrench open escape routes. He had a sword. He’s lost it in the fray, and now he has a plank of wood scrounged from the base of a half-built wall. Intermittently, it’s been catching fire.

Please, he begs, mouthing the word, catching his breath, wrenching an axe out of his ribs and throwing it generally back in the direction it came from.

They’ve lost a good portion of the market district already. The charred bones of children litter the ground in skeletons of buildings. Ren is the walls and shield and life of this place. Protecting it is what he’s for.

Please.

Please, he begs. He’s a god already, but it’s a prayer anyway, to himself, to what he’s willing to become. Please. I made myself a god. I’ll make myself anything.

Spark and kindling, on his heart, on his charcoal bones. Please please please please please.

It catches.

Ren knows every corner of Dogwarts; built many of them; repaired more. He knows the sidestreets and markets, the walls of his own temple. He’s the closest thing there is to being Dogwarts, as much as anything has ever been- his bones aren’t paving stones and his blood isn’t wellwater but they may as well be, the way he loves, the way the city loves him back.

And yet he’s never known it so completely as in this moment, redefining himself as something that consumes what dares harm it, scraping power from his bones and heart to save it, never known how to set it ablaze and how to not, never known the grain of wood the melting point of steel the flickering ashes of human skin. He’s known what Dogwarts looks like to a human. To a god that loves it. 

He’s learning, in flashes too ceaseless to pull apart, what it looks like to a pyre.

In the future, if he’s remembered, the poets will say this was inevitable: that the moment he survived the licking flames by dint of his own self-iterative nature, the moment he built himself a pyre and didn’t die, the moment he made himself something more-than-human but remained, essentially, himself, that in that moment he only put off the inevitable, and doomed himself to one day become the thing that should have killed him.

Ren wouldn’t, though. He makes choice and choice and choice, and sacrifices his flesh to the flames like he once sacrificed his mortality, and he burns. And he burns.

And he burns, and unlike fire doesn’t die, and like himself doesn’t die, names himself protection and power and pyre and doesn’t die.

His people flee, flooding out the gates, out the paths he makes between himself for them, afraid and unafraid of the licking flame of him. He sees them go, lit in orange and red. He tails them, leads them, surges upon their attackers, burning in thin lines between cobblestones, blackening slate, consuming bone. He sees their faces, flat flickering images, sees them the way fire sees, melting points and fuel, sees them the way the god of Dogwarts does, beloved faces passing through the smoke.

He does all this, becomes all this, sees all this hears all this, a surging screaming roar rising rising rising up with the flame of him, rising up with the smoke of him, him who is Dogwarts who is the fire consuming Dogwarts, who is Ren, still, somehow, between flashes of heat and light.

And, well. Ren has experience immolating himself for his people, but even a god will stumble, especially if that god is, at its heart, just one man who loves so deeply he’ll make himself into anything. One man, even a god, is only so much against an army. Even a god can lose. Even a fire. Ren doesn't die, but a pyre is an ending.

The city empties. The fire, which is a god, sputters, retreats, mourns, but doesn’t fade. The years turn, winter to spring again, ashes like snow on the breeze, spring to summer again. And on these charred, beloved grounds, victim to sun and rain and scouring wind-

There’s a fire in Dogwarts, and it doesn’t die.

[libbydd]

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[hobbithoes]

karlach when she chose our first kiss to be the same day I drank auntie ethel’s dead body wellwater

[johto-level-curve]

Raincaller Rumble

Proton addressed the kid in archaic clothing standing before him. She was obviously not just anyone, after beating two of his grunts. Not that he'll ever let that slip. These grunts were weak anyways, he'll just have to be the one to administer the shock of defeat.

"Heh. Kid, you don't know what you're getting into here. Team Rocket isn't an organization that you want to cross." Proton smiles wide, imagining the plans he has. "Especially once we take control out of the anarchy. We've got enough Slowpokes to run our evolution experiments on, but if you're not going to get out of the way I'll take your worthless bugs too. Ready yourself for -"

SPLASH

The Team Rocket Exec is cut off by a loud noise behind Sphal. A Slowking lumbered out of the wellwater, blue collar sparkling in the limited light.

"A Slowking? That could be worth a lot... But I think fighting that thing is above my pay grade. Ay, kid! Scare that thing off for me, won't you?" He pushes Sphalerite back towards the frenzied pokémon.

[holochromatic]

the awesome @kutyozh tagged me to shuffle the on repeat playlist and post the first ten tracks, buuut my "on repeat" list is more qotsa-heavy than usual because the concert hype is SO REAL. so i'm gonna shuffle my biggest playlist instead and see what pops up, lol

hunting // smoke trees

self control // laura brannigan

if trouble was money // gary clark jr.

in the blood // the veils

a stranger // a perfect circle

twisted getaway // neon nox, powernerd

radio nowhere // bruce springsteen

teen lambchop // wellwater conspiracy

i like u but not like that // the darts

space lord // monster magnet

tagging @sexyprise @tofu-robot @wittywallflower @sstrange-cloudss @stcuky @heatheroic @revanmeetra87 @mortirolo @antaresferen @amethystsoda @raisedinthunder @anewhopeawakens @littlewichita @jyncas @bisexualspace @jamcsbucky @fortheloveofthepeony @mercedesbarnes @cvptainbucky @cl0ckw3rk @carnavoyeur @left-the-porch if they want to play by the real rules or mine lol

[daily-hyosatsu]

It seems impossible to me that we haven't covered this one yet! The name 石井 can be read Ishii or Iwai, and it's one of the 30 most common names in Japan.

石 means stone, and is read ishi, seki, jaku, or koku. Watch out not to confuse it with 右 (migi), meaning right. Radical-wise, the top part of 右 right (and 左 (hidari) left) uses a combination of ノ and 一, whereas 石 rock is its own radical.

And 井 means well (like wellwater), and is read i, sei, or shō. If you've been following for a while, you've probably noticed I kinda get into my head every time I have to type "means well" ... I do mean well, though. I really do.