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So much mixed feelings, can’t wait for the next update it was lovely!

FIC: Sable

(A Spicyhoney ‘The Village’ AU)

Notes: Even more from @cheapbourbon ‘s Village AU.

I’m so sorry it took me so long to update this story. This story never has come to me as easy as ‘baon’ and this chapter in particular was such a struggle to write.

Warnings: This story is Not Work Appropriate

The story so far:

Crimson

Yellow

Blue

Blush

Sallow

Russet

Spice

Whiteout

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REAL BLOGS ARE BEING TAKEN OVER BY SPAMBOTS.

So far as I can tell this is only happening to accounts that haven’t posted in a while!!! But check EVERY NEW FOLLOWER you get. If it’s a spambot you’ll see a post like this:

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If you see that? That blog’s been taken over. And I’m not sure all of the blogs being taken over have this strange text/tag thing. Everything under this post seems normal and on-brand except for one thing — all the posts are from years ago. You can check the date in which something was posted on mobile by clicking the arrow as though you were going to send the post. So far as I know there’s no way to check the date on desktop unless a blog employs a theme that includes dates. I’ve had spambots like posts too, and I’ve got a feeling they’re trying to steal information by following and interacting with real people.

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So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

Santa is on strike due to global warming.  All presents this year will be delivered by Sasha the Christmas Tiger.  Milk and cookies may not be sufficient.