Welcome to Yinglet Explainer, where I talk about my relationship to the fictional species I'm kin to
A couple of notes:
- Yinglets are an open species created and developed by Valsalia for the excellent ongoing serialized webcomic Out-of-Placers
- There was an earlier version of this ask I ended up deleting, I felt it wasn't sufficiently reverent of clams
- The scenario this version of me exists in is a strange furry version of the IRL world (before the TF, I was a tortoise person)
- Yinglets and one-way TF from humanoid to yinglet form are known phenomena in this scenario's world (common and very rare, respectively), enclaves and other OoPs-specific social structures are not
- I'm by no means a definitive authority on yinglets (so some information may be inaccurate to other media), I'm just writing a personal fantasy and how I like to think I'd behave in it
Transcript:
PinballsWizard (@pinball on Cohost) asked: "Clams?"
Avi (a female yinglet wearing a sleeveless shirt and a skirt, holding a clam like a makeup compact, and a bucket of clams like a purse): "Clams, yes, completely!
Easily one of the things I treasure most from my body getting melted into this shape!
Best part is, since they're caught year-round and my physiology's designed for eating 'em raw, they're relatively cheap and easy to prepare!
I make no apologies for liking 'em as I do!"
(She catches the clam's meat with her tongue and swallows it.)
Avi (tossing the clamshell aside, creating a pottery drop break stock sound effect): "(Ahem.) That said, there are a few drawbacks I try to keep in mind."
(She holds up the bucket, labeled "Clams in a Bucket".) For the unacquainted:
"Mollusk meat causes a rush of dopamine in the yinglet brain, especially when eaten in large amounts.
It makes me loopy as hell (which is embarrassing), so I try not to eat 'em until nighttime, when non-yinglet folks tend to socialize and sleep.
The fact that I'm so self-conscious about it is a telltale sign of my origin outside the species, or so I'm told.
Feels weird saying all this about a staple food, but c'est la vie d'un yinglet, I suppose."
