#admin chi

[jadeazora]

I'm just wondering, since the Treasures of Ruin are also formed from ancient artifacts, if we might see the Explorers go after them one day in a similar manner to how they've gone after Liko's pendant?

[mrstsung]

Sure,I'd smash quan chi.

But only the quan chi in my head. Only hc quan chi. Because he's so much better than canon. But i still wanna punt him like a football.

Same with shinnok,same with shao kahn(to a degree) same with a lot of characters.

(Not you shang tsung honey baby,you're 💖PERFECT JUST AS YOU ARE SWEETHEART💖)

Like I'm just taking some characters and going by hcs anymore. Not that nrs does anything with them really. 😒

But rn brain wants shinnok for some reason so expect more kontent of shinnok?

Shinnok tags

Self ship shinnok tags(stuff about self ship or gushing about character):

Fluff: 🖤❤💀when death sighs💀❤🖤

Smut: 💀🖤💚Bone Daddy💚🖤💀

(I'm being specific with shinnok because i feel this character has too much potential,too much to write about,and too little kontent. Also don't worry I'll post about shang tsung too. He's my main self ship anyways. i have too many aus. *sigh* )

[moreausturtles]

WHOA

hello hello! i havent been on tumblr for god knows how long but i check in to see whats up every once in a while and still surprised to see that the fic is still alive! thank yall for the support i appreciate every single one of u :’(((( regarding some questions/asks ive gotten, ive fallen a little out of my rise hyperfixation due to some personal stuff ive been dealing with so any chances of me accepting requests or updating any wips i have are low. BUT never say never, i do miss it a lot so who knows how it’ll go!

anyway, just wanted to see how yall were doing. hot soup!

[artbyblastweave]

So I blew through Ultimate Marvel Team-Up in order to get context for when Daredevil starts sticking his horns back into the main Ultimate Spider-Man book, and what's really interesting to me is that Bendis's rendition of basically every non-Spider-Man cape who shows up in that gesture at what could have been an extremely cohesive Ultimate Marvel setting;

Hulk is very visibly classic Hulk in every respect, but with the added implication that he's currently neck-deep in a thriller-conspiracy uncover-the-truth kind of plot regarding the government experimentation with super-soldiers that's upstream of all of superhumanity in the Ultimate Universe. This idea was later binned, Banner was framed as neck-deep in spook shit and unlikely to try and defect from it in the way he was implied to be trying to do.

Iron Man's origin is changed so that he got abducted by rebels while attempting to sell weapons technology to a right-wing U.S-backed junta in Guatemala during the Reagan Admin, and moreover in direct retaliation for attempting to do that; this is upstream of his decision to stop selling weapons technology, and the two-shot where he teams up with Spider-Man involves Latveria attempting to steal the Iron Man Armor- with Tacit SHIELD Backing, because Nick Fury is willing to let Dr. Doom have that tech if it increases the chances of the U.S. Government eventually getting a crack at it. This extremely interesting cold war dynamic between stark and Fury also mostly got binned.

The Fantastic Four are nearly identical in function to their 616 counterparts, except that instead of a spaceflight they got their powers on a years-long expedition to the Negative Zone, having Challengers-of-the-Unknown style adventures, which both neatly resolves the datedness of the spaceflight origin and allows them to have their veteran hero status simultaneously with the idea that the heroic age is just starting out. The Negative zone was also mentioned to be the home dimension of the Skrulls, Kree, and possibly Galactus, neatly explaining why so many spaceborne threats keep making themselves earth's problem so specifically. Ultimate Fantastic Four was just good enough (And Bendis's two shot otherwise boring enough) that I can forgive the parts of this that they binned. I mean we got Marvel Zombies out of it, that's worth everything in the world

Ultimate Dr. Strange is interesting in that he's the son of the original Dr. Strange, whose origin, career and supporting cast are actually largely exactly the same but also linked to the IRL time period of Strange's debut, the early 60s through the early 80s. Stephen Strange Jr. is the inheritor of a legacy his disillusioned Mother Clea spent twenty one years trying to keep him well away from, rapidly attempting to learn the ropes under the apprenticeship of a long-suffering Wong and largely coming across as a scientologist-adjacent crank in the media. This is actually a really fun way to put Strange at the Metaphorical kids table with the rest of the aged-down heroes while also keeping him from breaking every story, and although Bendis did get to keep using him in this capacity it ultimately didn't amount to much because he got turbofucked during Ultimatum after only a couple of appearances.

Shang Chi is introduced in the middle of a Kung-Fu walking-the-earth situation, with Spider-Man haphazardly (and unsuccessfully) seeking him out for martial arts lessons when he realizes he's just leaning on his powers as a crutch in most fights. He offers him like 20 dollars

The broad outline of a lot of these ideas, and the political themes they were gesturing towards, survived their later delegation to other authors to some extent, but were corroded by Millar's cinematic bombast on The Ultimates in particular. I mourn the version of the Ultimate Universe where they just gave Bendis enough amphetamines to have him do all of it. At any rate you bet your ass that if I ever commit to trying to do some kind of fanmade unified Marvel Timeline I'd poach all of these

[saturniasxenos]

Cyber / Virtual ID Pack

Inside this pack, you will find: Pronouns, Titles, Names, and Genders that relate to Virtuality, Cybernetic, Robots, and anything alike!

This features a LOOOONG list of pronouns and dystopian-ish names!

Pronouns:

Cy/Cyb/Cyber/Cybers/Cyberself

Vir/Virt/Virtual/Virtuals/Virtualself

Ne/Net/Network/Networks/Networkself

Ne/Net/Nets/Nets/Netself

In/Inter/Internet/Internets/Internetself

Co/Comp/Computer/Computers/Computerself

In/Inpu/Input/Inputs/Inputself

Ou/Out/Output/Outputs/Outputself

Vi/Viru/Virus/Viruses/Virusself

Anti/Antivir/Antivirus/Antiviruses/Antivirusself

Er/Erro/Error/Errors/Errorself

Sys/Syste/System/Systems/Systemself

Pro/Proce/Processor/Processors/Processorself

Di/Digi/Digital/Digitals/Digitalself

Do/Down/Download/Downloads/Downloadself

Up/Uplo/Upload/Uploads/Uploadself

Cor/Corru/Corrupt/Corrupts/Corruptself

Mal/Malwa/Malware/Malwares/Malwareself

Se/Secur/Security/Securitys/Securityself

Cry/Crypt/Crypto/Cryptos/Cryptoself

We/Web/Webs/Webs/Webself

Web/Webs/Website/Websites/Websiteself

Fu/Futu/Future/Futures/Futureself

Ro/Rob/Robot/Robots/Robotself

Rob/Robo/Robotic/Robotics/Roboticself

By/Byt/Byte/Bytes/Byteself

Fi/Fil/File/Files/Fileself

Ra/Ram/Rams/Rams/Ramself

Scr/Scre/Screen/Screens/Screenself

Te/Tech/Techs/Techs/Techself

Te/Tech/Techno/Technos/Technoself

Tec/Techno/Technology/Technologys/Technologyself

Ma/Mach/Machine/Machines/Machineself

Wi/Wir/Wire/Wires/Wireself

Na/Nan/Nano/Nanos/Nanoself

Da/Dat/Data/Datas/Dataself

Plu/Plug/Plugs/Plugs/Plugself

Ele/Elect/Electric/Electrics/Electricself

Ke/Key/Keys/Keys/Keyself

Pa/Pass/Password/Passwords/Passwordself

Ter/Term/Terminal/Terminals/Terminalself

Cy/Cybo/Cyborg/Cyborgs/Cyborgself

Ty/Typ/Type/Types/Typeself

Fi/Firm/Firmware/Firmwares/Firmwareself

Ha/Hard/Hardware/Hardwares/Hardwareself

So/Soft/Software/Softwares/Softwareself

Ha/Hack/Hacks/Hacks/Hackself

Ha/Hack/Hacker/Hackers/Hackerself

Si/Sig/Signal/Signals/Signalself

Clo/Clou/Cloud/Clouds/Cloudself

On/Onli/Online/Onlines/Onlineself

In/Insta/Install/Installs/Installself

Co/Cod/Code/Codes/Codeself

Ad/Admi/Admin/Admins/Adminself

Gra/Graph/Graphic/Graphs/Graphself

Sy/Syn/Synth/Synths/Synthself

Phi/Phis/Phish/Phishs/Phishself

Phi/Phish/Phishing/Phishings/Phishingself

Do/Dox/Doxs/Doxs/Doxself

Si/Sit/Site/Sites/Siteself

Bo/Bot/Bots/Bots/Botself

Pho/Phon/Phone/Phones/Phoneself

Key/Keyboa/Keyboard/Keyboards/Keyboardself

Mo/Mou/Mouse/Mouses/Mouseself

Chi/Chip/Chips/Chips/Chipself

Moth/Mother/Motherboard/Motherboards/Motherboardself

Co/Com/Compute/Computes/Computeself

Pi/Pira/Piracy/Piracys/Piracyself

En/Encry/Encrypt/Encrypts/Encryptself

PDA/PDAs

CPU/CPUs

URL/URLs

404/404s

📱/📱's

💻/💻's

⌨️/⌨️'s

🖥/🖥's

🖱/🖱's

💿/💿's

🎙/🎙's

Titles:

The Cyborg

(X) Whos Wired

Made of Nanotech

(X) Who Uses Nanotech

Scholar of Machines

The Cyber Security

(X) Who Has Cyber Wings

Connected Online

Offline

Unable to Connect

The Administrator

Synthesizer

The Hacker

Nanohacker

The Antivirus

Reconnecting...

ERROR: Unable to Connect

ERROR 404

ERROR: Malware Detected

Names:

Since names don't usually have "techy" meanings, I picked one's that sounded the most cybernetic, cyberpunkish, dystopian, virtualish, etc!

Fem: Althea, Ameris, Astoria, Arcadia, Astra, Beretta, Cyra, Crystal, Crosselle, Eve, Io, Jinx, Kit, Lilith, Meridian, Morrian, Nebula, Nova, Neve, Noxia, North, Octavia, Odette, Odile, Prota, Pistol, Rey, Rue, Rain, Raine, Stormy, Seraphina, Sona, Skye, Thundra, Tempest, Vega, Viva, Vinette, Venus, Xenia, Xya, Xena, Xiomara, Xenara, Xanthe, Zephyria, Zyla, Zadie, Zia,

Masc: Alaric, Aksel, Arden, Antares, Apollo, Ace, Asher, Cole, Cyrus, Code, Draven, Drift, Ender, Flynn, Hawk, Isaac, Jericho, Kip, Kai, Koios, Knox, Nox, Neo, Nero, Octavian, Orionis, Oghma, Paine, Rocket, Ray, Rai, Silas, Slader, Sebastian, Seth, Seraphim, Thalax, Theo, Thatch, Vox, Vector, Wyatt, Xyon, Xane, Xylan, Xerxes, Xayden, Xavier, Xander, Zander, Zayden, Zenith, Zev, Zale, Zane, Zaire, Zeke,

Neu: Andras, Axe, Axiom, Alloy, Allele, Ash, Arrow, Beetle, Chrom, Corvus, Dakota, Dell, Eos, Echo, Eden, Fox, Ghost, Glöckner, Hydrae, Ion, Jesper, Jett, Kursk, Lesath, Locklyn, Lyrae, Maddox, Nemo, Orca, Onyx, Oxygen, Panther, Rikko, Robin, Rune, Scorpion, Scorpius, Saturn, Sparrow, Sonar, Tore, Tauri, Techne, Techno, Ursae, Vesper, Volt, West, Wolf, Xen, Xenon, Zephyr, Zodiac, Zenon, Zeru, Zero, Zen

Genders:

Futuracityc: A gender related to futuristic cities

Futurafashic: A gender related to futuristic fashion

Futurahousic: A gender related to futuristic houses

Digigender: A digital gender. Rangeable from any digital thing or file; virus, malware, .txt, .mp3, antivirus, trojan, email, etc.

Cybergender: A gender or form of gender expression where ones gender or expression is deeply tied into Cyberpunk lore, culture, fashion or media.

CYBERWEAPONIC - a gender that feels like a digital or robotic weapon. this gender may also have ties to sentient AI used as a weapon, but not necessarily.

BIOAMOROBOTIC - a gender connected to being a robot who loves humanity and the world and finds joy all around them!

RobAnatomic - a gender under the anatomic system(link) related to robots, anatomy, robotic anatomy, the anatomy of robots, robots made to teach/study anatomy, anatomy based/related robots of some kind, the anatomy/biology of someone or something being robotic, having robotic anatomy, being a robot with an interest in anatomy and more.

Robogender - for people who’s gender identity aligns with machines/robots/androids/mechs/AIs.

Cyborwebic - a gender related to webcore, evil scientist aesthetics, artificial beings such as androids/cyborgs etc, turtleneck sweaters and old computer monitors

AI flag - this can be used for nonhuman, otherkin, gender, delusion.

Gendervirtual / Genderdigital - a gendersystem in which your gender is related to virtual ) digital themes and x , such as being a virtual ) digital x , a x who loves virtual ) digital themes , a virtual ) digital being who loves x themes , etc.

[theelderhazelnut]

Rise Of the Villains: Darker than Black

Warning(s): None, a little bit angsty.

Pairing: Ombra x Quan Chi

Characters(s): Ombra, Quan Chi, and Kia is mentioned.

Word Count: 384

Summary: She doesn’t want to give in to her feelings.

Writing Taglist: @afraidofrabbits @vivilovespink @scentedcandleibex @confidentandgood @spacestephh @inafieldofdaisies @carlosoliveiraa @bloody-arty-myths @zoetheneko @admin-pipes @mitsuko-saito @krysta-cross @elderglocks @cassietrn @ashrahswings @imogenkol @middlechildwhoescapedthebasement @darialovesstuff @ninibear3000 @aceghosts @sinclxirx @gavincruikshanksexhusband @voidika @orbitinytheworld @strangefable @cloudofbutterflies92 @valyrra @simonxriley @thedeadthree @miserable-homo-momo @malicedragoness @la-grosse-patate @sweet-samnang @mediocreshake08 @tommyarashikage

His dark, tall figure emrged from around the corridor. The leather overcoat hung comfortablly from his broad shoulders. How envying. His crimson eyes were two flickering stones in the dim light of the hallway. They lingered on my for a second. Oh, how I would claw at that one second and clutch it to my chest.

He was here, yet further away.

His eyes traveled down to my feet. A half smile tugged at the corner of his gray lips, a single line immediately creasing his cheek.

He knocked on the door. I wished that room and anyone who was in there wouldn’t see the morning. I would gladly brainwash Hotaru to accomplish that goal.

Quan Chi exhaled deeply. “Tell Kia I will be meeting her at seven in the morning.” The narrow hallway was consumed by his deep voice.

“I won’t be here.” I hid the defensiveness in my tone, but it briskly coursed to my hand as it held onto the door handle a bit tighter.

He nodded, but didn’t look away for even a second.

“So I won’t get the chance to see you.”

My beart skipped a bit. My lungs were clenched, empty of air. Was that what he really wanted? So simple as that?

Leaving, the best solution. Always. If I looked away, this whirlwind of emotions in me would perish, gradually. And I would be safe again. Numb, again.

I walked pass him. His gentle grip landed on my wrist. I lifted my arm, but controlled it just in time before I would yank it away, similar to a child who was afraid of a simple physical contact. My arm remained in the air, and his grip loosened, but it never left.

He didn’t speak a word, nor did I. He kept staring at me, not once blinking, until I lowered my arm. His hand descended, and hovered over mine. I clenched my fist, but he didn’t back away.

“Tomorrow. In the castle’s garden.”

“I have nothing to talk about.”

He held my clenched fist. “Then at least listen to me.” And finally, his eyelids fluttered ever so slightly.

I had came to the realization that, no matter what, my ears would twitch in his direction, wide open to drink in his every word, but only from a distance.

[pommunist]

Saw this QSMP crit on twt of how Koreans are treated by the management and man, I didn't even know some of those problems existed. Of course Korean streamers often get the short end in terms of times, but also Chunsik might not speak fluent Korean, which isn't the actor's fault at all, but definitely shows a lack of prep on the management side of things. Heres the link:

op is making a lot of great points in their tweet, and it really sucks that the koreans had to join in such conditions tbh ❤️‍🩹

for chi s’il if i remember correctly (apologies if im wrong bc i haven’t watched qsmp since early larch so i didn’t see a lot of him) his admin wasn’t a native korean speaker the first day and then was replaced with one ? but even if that’s the case they should have had a fluent korean speaker and even ideally a korean actor for him from the start for all the reasons op mentioned

for the timezones i get that it’s gonna be hard to have perfect even hours for everyone since with the koreans arrivals, the ccs are now in a very wide variety of timezones but still ! especially since it was already an issue when the french arrived and even before that spanish ccs and fans had issues with logging on when no one else was on. it could have been solved by adding a bigger batch of ccs from other asian countries/ any countries that are closer timezone wise to korea.

same with letshugo entering it’s kinda weird to me that he was the only german speaker ? ofc qsmp’s goals are to share languages but it still would have been better to have multiple german speakers on

also kinda irrelevant now because of the state of the updates accs but the qsmp twitters don’t link to the qsmpkor acc like they do for the eng/es/fr/pt/global ones so not really helping linking the korean side of the fandom with the rest either

generally yeah the koreans + hugo really joined in bad conditions at the most unfortunate time, once again we’re left grieving what could have been if things had been handled better behind the scenes (obv this is not neg towards the admins, only towards those who make the Big Decisions)

[forsakenheadmates]

Could we get a level 3 fictive of Telamon & Shedletsky ?

Your request is finished! Hopefully they are to your liking.

⌣⌣ 🔪 Shedletsky, Shed, Markus, Elijah, Blame, Epic, Loop, Isaac, Ian, Slash !

🩸He/Him, Chi/Chicken, Ad/Admin, Cut/Cuts, Sli/Slice, Bla/Blame, Sw/Swords, Tr/Troll

✧ about.. ✧

▹age: 37

▹gender: Male,

▹sexuality: OmniGay

▹role: Gatekeeper, Verbal and physical protector

▹source: Forsaken / Roblox

▹sign off: 🗡️;⚔️,💻,⌨️,🐥,🐣,🐓,🍗,🥚,🍳, 🧨,💣,💥

▹typing quirk: Uses “lul” instead of lol, besides that talks pretty normally

▹likes: Chicken, Sword fighting, Waking up late, Napping

▹dislikes: Waking up early, Overly quiet rooms

▹ID(s): TransHarmless, Transangel, TrisNPD, TrisHPD

▹paras: 🐙, ❣️, 🌼, 🍬, 🗺️,🐾

▹aesthetic:

⌣⌣ 🔪 Telamon, Thanatos, Aeacus, Peleus, Ajax, Onyx, Erebus, Moros, Caine, Luxoth, Leto, Umbriel!

🩸 It/Its, They/Them, Xe/Xem, Xy/Xyr, Ey/Em, God/Gods, Wing/Wings, Dev/Divine, Light/Lights, Gift/Gifts, Fire/Brand, Dark/Heart, Ghost/Walker, Aband/oner

✧ about.. ✧

▹age: Ageless, Deityage

▹gender: Agender

▹sexuality: Gay

▹role: Jack of all Trades

▹source: Forsaken / Roblox

▹sign off: 🪽,🖤,♟️,⭐️,🏆,👑,⚜️,🔱,🐓,🍗,🌬️,🔥

▹typing quirk: Types very elegantly, big word user.

▹likes: Fruit trees, True crime, Chicken,

▹dislikes: PDA (Unless theyre the one doing it)

▹ID(s): CisNPD, Cisdeity, nullsex, Transharmful, demeNPD

▹paras: 🩺, 📸, 💪, 😶,🗺️

▹aesthetic:

[usafphantom2]

SAC Crew Dog War Stories: The Missing Aircraft Commander

T Campbell

@tcamp202

·

6h

Every good war story starts with the best four words in the English language… “So, there I was.”

(“So there I was, leading a four ship of (F-4) Phantoms over the Ho Chi Minh Trail; So, there I was, in the O’Club casual bar in Subic Bay on a Fri night…”).

So, there I was, on SAC Alert in the late 70’s at Loring Air Force Base, Maine when I got a call from the squadron admin. He told me the Ops Officer wanted to see me right away. Well, sh*t!

First, a little about me. I was first term Senior Airman who had just been upgraded to Instructor Boom Operator assigned to the 407th Air Refueling Squadron. I had been stationed at Loring for almost three years and had a pretty good reputation around the squadron. I knew I hadn’t done anything stupid lately, so I was concerned about my visit to the Operations Officer’s office. When I walked in, I could tell by the look on his face that I wasn’t going to be happy when I walked out.

He had me sit down and said, “There’s no easy way to tell you this so here it is: I have to send you TDY to the Alaska Tanker Task next week.” I had been to Alaska once already and had totally enjoyed it. Great flying, cool environment, and it meant no alert duty for a month. What’s not to love? I told him, “No problem, Sir. That would be great.” Then he gave me the bad news by saying “You’re going with Capt. Joker’s (not his real name) crew.” Well, sh*t!

Every squadron I was ever in had THAT one crew. The crew that could never get anything right. Always late for the crew bus, flunking Emergency Procedure tests, going DNIF (Duties Not Including Flying) so other guys had to cover for them. You know…THAT crew. Well, in the 407th, THAT crew was Capt. Joker’s and it started with him. He was actually a really nice guy and a pretty decent tanker pilot, but he was nothing but trouble. He had filed a Congressional Inquiry over something at his previous base and the “powers that be” decided he should spend his last year in the Air Force experiencing all that northern Aroostook County Maine had to offer. He was down to his final month in the Air Force and needless to say, he was sour. The co-pilot was a rich kid who was getting out in less than a year to go back to Georgia and run the family business, the Navigator was a sad sack that wanted to be a pilot but didn’t get the opportunity, so he was getting out in a few months. The boom operator was OK, but not well liked and I liked him even less when he got the DUI that landed me in the Ops Officer’s office at this moment.

Patches for the Alaska Tanker Task Force and the 407th Air Refueling Squadron. The 407th was stationed at Loring AFB, Maine.

So, off to Alaska. The first three weeks of the TDY were pretty routine and everything was going OK until our second-to-last flight when Joker told us that he had just gotten a call from an airline that wanted to interview him. Pretty cool, except that it had to be done while he was still going to be in Alaska and the interview was in San Francisco.

Sucked for him, but I didn’t give it any more thought until later that week, when we had to go to the Strip Alert bird to do the daily preflight since we were the strip alert crew. The Copilot and Nav picked me up in the alert truck, but we had no Aircraft Commander. “Where’s Joker” I asked logically. The copilot almost whispered “He went to San Fran for his interview. Left last night, and he’s supposed to be back tomorrow.” We were scheduled for our last sortie in two days, so if everything went well, it would all work out.

Of course, while we were at the plane, command post called us on the radios and told us to prepare for launch. Radar had spotted a Russian Bear bomber on course for an ADIZ violation flight, and we had to refuel the Phantoms launched out of King Salmon to intercept them. Well, sh*t!

An air-to-air left side view of a Soviet Bear H bomber aircraft March 25, 1986, National Archives DD-ST-86-06589

We had a quick crew meeting, and the subject was broached about launching with just the three of us. I was the first to speak. “I am NOT gonna be party to any of this. We’ve gotta tell them that we don’t have an AC.” The copilot sheepishly called the command post and told them we didn’t have an AC and they told us to keep preflighting up to engine start and then wait.

About ten minutes later, the ATTF (Alaskan Tanker Task Force) Ops Officer came out in the SOF vehicle, jumped in the left seat, and we took off. It was actually a pretty cool mission. The Bear came a lot farther in that they usually did, so they launched another pair of Phantoms out of Galena, and we got to refuel both pairs three times each. Lot’s a work for me and nothing was said about our missing crewman during the flight.

An air-to-air left side view of an F-4E Phantom II aircraft over Mount McKinley. The aircraft is assigned to the 21st Tactical Fighter Wing, Elmendorf Air Force Base, Alaska. Nationa Archives DF-ST-84-07308

Once we landed however, that all changed. It usually sucked being the only enlisted guy in a world of officers, but this one time, it was GREAT. They dismissed me, and whatever was said wasn’t my business, and to this day, I don’t know what officially happened to Joker, but he never flew again in the 407th after we got home the next week. And then he was gone.

There were many truths about SAC Crew Dog life and one them was “Be careful who you piss off because it’s a small world and you will meet them again.” This was true in my case. Fast forward three years, and I was at my next duty station flying, pulling alert, living the life. I was chatting with our squadron commander one day and he said we were getting a new Ops Officer who was coming in from the Alaska Tanker Task Force staff. You guessed it…it was the staff pilot that flew for our AWOL AC. I figured it was three years later and he probably wouldn’t even remember me. His first day in the squadron, I met him, and he looked at me and said firmly “I remember you.” Well, sh*t!

Notes about this story:

This story was provided to me by a fellow boom whom I’ve met on X. He asked if I would “host” his story and I agreed because these stories are total gold and they need to be preserved.

@Tcamp202 via X

[darkeagleruins]

[0nagambl3]

𓎢𓎠𓎟 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 .

𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑵 ━

Hello, this is a Bungo Stray Dogs oc RP blog!! I'm rather new to tumblr, so bear with me here please. English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

𝑶𝑪 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶 ⨾

SIN ━ ﹙刘霞﹚ , liu xia.

ノ unknown .

𓄶 she / her

𓄶 ▅▅▅ 𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘓 𝘔𝘈𝘕𝘈𝘎𝘌𝘙

𓄶 6’1

━╯𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘛𝘠𝘗𝘌 : unknown.

| 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌𝘚 : Gambling, her snake, wind, trees.

| 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌𝘚 : Cheaters.

𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 ⨾

Sin's ability is, well, basically a giant snake. She can summon it whenever, it took her ~19 years to be able to properly gain control over it. She loves it dearly!! It's sentient and a bit like her friend. It's similar to Akutagawa's ability, in a way. As a child, she gave it the name "花" or "Hua" (flower). She has absolutely no idea what gender her snake is, so she just switches between pronouns. Yes, the snake goes by any pronouns.

For visuals, her ability looks similar to Jinhsi's (wuwa) powers, and Obanai Iguro's (kny) breathing style! Also, I'm (unfortunately) still working on the cons of her ability and the name of it. So please look out for when this updates!

𝑬𝑿𝑻𝑹𝑨 ⨾

She's Chinese!

Sin enjoys having a cup of tea with Hua. It's like their favorite way of bonding.

Sin is her alias, Liu Xia being her actual name. (Liu is her last name, Xia is her first name.)

She is a casino manager!!

She is not religious.

𝘙𝘌𝘍𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 :

𝑨𝑫𝑴𝑰𝑵 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶 ⨾

HAIII! My name is (also) Sin. Originally, I named Xia after myself because, well, I'm uncreative. But to differentiate between me and my oc, please just call me Chi!! I go by he/him or she/her, I am lithromantic and genderfluid.

I love bsd and I LOOOVE Sigma, he's my favorite. I am also a BIGG oc x canon lover. Yes I ship my oc w/ sigma.. siighhh... Probably won't be doing that here though who knows.

I will OCCASIONALLY post a doodle with my answers to asks and some art here and there.

𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 ⨾ ━ Not much, just don't be too weird!

━ NSFW jokes, flirting, whatever, anything suggestive is fine. HOWEVER, I will not do any NSFW roleplays or respond to anything that makes me uncomfortable. Just don't take it too far.

━ I'd prefer if people who don't like oc x canon, are pro/comshippers, or fit in the basic dni criteria to not interact with my account! Thank you.

━ Doodle reqs are ehh, I most likely won't answer these, but who knows. Just please do not beg or try to force me to doodle what you want.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑺 ⨾

#0nagambl3 ━ user tag

#burn card ━ reblogs

#call ━ asks

#all-in! ━ normal posts (in character)

#clear ━ ooc posts, includes asks for admin

#face card! ━ doodles/art.

Please be sure to look out for updates here!! <3

━ 𝑬𝑵𝑫

[libero-de-mente]

I gruppi su "Feisbuuc"

Me lo ricordo com'era una volta il paradiso perduto dei gruppi Facebook, quei piccoli angoli di rete dove si entrava con la curiosità di un bambino e si usciva con il sorriso di chi aveva trovato la sua tribù. Che fosse l’amore per i gatti, la passione per la carbonara perfetta o il culto segreto del pressappochismo, ogni gruppo aveva un’anima, un tema, un leitmotiv che sembrava scolpito nella pietra digitale. Si condivideva, si rideva, ci si sentiva complici. Bei tempi, eh? Peccato che, come tutte le cose belle, anche questa sia finita sotto il rullo compressore del progresso umano, o forse della sua regressione.

Oggi, entrare in un gruppo Facebook è come infilarsi in un’arena dell'antica Roma, menzione col permesso di Alberto Angela, senza armatura; leoni affamati di opinioni non richieste ti sbranano al primo post. Il “Bravo, condivido il tuo pensiero” d'antan oggi è “Ma quanto scrivi lungo, che noia leggere post così lunghi, scrivi minchiate e hai problemi di ego". Un dialogo con un figlio, un ricordo del proprio passato o un pensiero sull'amore diventano i bersagli di commenti come “Fossi tuo figlio ti manderei a cagare”, "che esistenza sfigata" o "sei un narcisista". E guai a sfogarsi, a mostrare un’ombra di vulnerabilità: l’anonimato diventa il mantello dei supereroi della sentenza facile, quelli che con tre righe ti diagnosticano ansia, megalomania o un’overdose di attenzione.

Per non parlare di admin che oramai si servono dei gruppi, e dei moderatori, per un loro tornaconto. Anche economico. Ci si lamenta per i standard della community, ma i moderatori che lasciano che il branco aggredisca singoli account senza proferire parola, come valutano? Poi se lo stesso account, persona, aggredito accenna una protesta contro i moderatori viene, da questi, sospeso o espulso dal gruppo. Vince la Legge del più forte, come sulla strada.

Colpa del lockdown, dicono. È stato allora che i social sono passati da diario collettivo a ring di pugilato. Tutti hanno scoperto che una tastiera può essere un’arma, e che sfogarsi su uno sconosciuto è più terapeutico di un’ora dal counselor, ed è pure gratis. Così, tra un consiglio su come stendere la pasta e un ricordo personale, si scatena il tribunale del web: giudici senza toga, avvocati dell’ovvio e un pubblico che applaude solo se c’è sangue.

Mi chiedo, però, dove trovino il coraggio, o forse l’incoscienza, questi paladini del commento al vetriolo. Gente che magari decide il futuro dei figli, sceglie il partner della vita o il destino di una nazione alle urne con la stessa leggerezza con cui ti scrive “Impara a vivere” sotto un post malinconico. Se il metro è questo, c’è da tremare perché la loro bussola morale sembra tarata su un misto di arroganza e “faccio il figo perché sì”. Leggerezza, la chiamano. Pesantezza, la sentiamo noi.

Insulti, lamentele, critiche seriali, negazionismo a prescindere: i gruppi sono diventati un campo minato dove condividere qualcosa è un atto di fede o di masochismo. “Non si può piacere a tutti”, dice la saggezza popolare, e sui social diventa un mantra per non impazzire. Potremmo scriverci un manuale, “Sopravvivere al giudizio 2.0”, ma tanto lo sappiamo che i primi a recensirlo sarebbero loro, i leoni da tastiera, con un bel “Scritto male, idee banali, autore sopravvalutato”. Cinque stelle alla coerenza, zero alla pietà.

E allora, che fare? Forse spegnere tutto e tornare a parlare coi gatti. Loro, almeno, ti giudicano solo se la ciotola è vuota.

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✦. 文章 ﹏ ﹫pīnned artīcle !？

annyeonghaseyo ! please be reminded that this account is solely for writing purposes only and i don’t have any connection with the face claim i’ve been roleplaying. the admin doesn’t mean any harm to the reputation of the muse in their display icon. thank you for understanding = )

✦. 关于我 ﹏ ﹫willow–mochi !？

greetings ! my name is mochi / willow‚ you may call me in any nicknames you prefer‚ i’m fine with it as long as it’s not inappropriate‚ though “chi” is the most common.

i’m an underaged individual. my pronouns is she / her. my mbti type is enfj-t‚ and my astrological sign is leo. writing is one of my greatest passion.

likes — books‚ romance‚ k-pop idols and p-pop idols‚ cats and dogs‚ also rabbits and tigers‚ street foods‚ hot coffee and iced coffee‚ milk‚ and many more.

hobbies — reading‚ writing a short stories and prose‚ making doodles‚ playing some online games and offline games‚ playing badminton and playing volleyball‚ watching on tv‚ and also sleeping and eating.

dislikes — homophobic people‚ pro-israel‚ apolitical‚ racist.

✦. 笔记 ﹏ ﹫note !？

i’m very friendly despite of being introvert‚ i’m interactive‚ so feel free to interact with me = )

also i am an underaged individual‚ and if your contents are 18+ don’t add me or unfriend me‚ and avoid interacting with me.

do message me pm if you have any concerns about the things i post. and please do not repost my works. and if you’ll going to ask permission regarding to reposting my pieces‚ i won’t agree.

✦. 日落圣地 ﹏ ﹫willow–mochi !？

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[duskterrace]

local ghost spotted posting intro five days late, anomaly muns claim. many express shock over ghost's sudden appearance. ✩ ( let's pretend this is introduction is actually on time and i wasn't panicked about how little i had ready lmao)

sorry for the super late introduction guys and thank you admins for being so understanding with me and my sweet summer child ! hi everyone ! ✩ im ghost ( they/them, 21+, est ) sleepy and back from the afterlife to offer up seo jinsol, your local 23 year old disaster astronomy major with the ability to manipulate the presence of yin and yang within themselves ! i've been so excited for this rp, and i honestly cant wait to start plotting with everyone. everything you could possibly need on jinsol is below, along with some headcanons and wanted plots! my discords available for anyone who needs it ( and pls need it tumblrs ims will be the death of me ). pls send a dm or leave a like if you'd like to plot so i can race over and gush over your muse(s) !

ㅤ STATS   |  ABILITY   | BIO (U/C)   |  PLOTS | PINTEREST  | PLAYLIST

✩ BASIC INFORMATION.

name seo jinsol  ╱ age twenty3 ╱ pronouns he/they/she ╱ gender possibly ╱ birthday december 13, 1999 ╱ birthchart sagittarius sun aquarius moon leo rising ╱ hometown hongdae, seoul ╱ orientation bisexual, androsexual lean  ╱ personality outgoing, playful, confident, thrill-seeking, sarcastic, impulsive, stubborn, hot-tempered, curious ╱ faceclaim choi san ( ateez ) & hwang yeji ( itzy ) ╱ character inspo post ponytail zuko & sokka ( atla ), jordan li ( gen v ), beast boy & starfire ( dc titans )

✩ HEADCANONS. tw: far too many avatar the last airbender references.

raised with manners, so they're very respectful. especially of their elders and women. they don't eat first when elders are present, they offer assistance with tasks ( normally being the first to jump to help someone ), they tend to offer to listen to someones worries, etc.

since their power is based on internal balance an yin and yang, they can be found doing a lot of activities around campus to clear their mind from time to time. ranging from yoga in the morning, to sketching, jogging, endurance workouts, forcing themself to relax, and burning incense. think uncle iroh but as a modern day, 23 year old college student. when their energy ( chi ) isn't balanced, they experience disharmony, a very tiring process that causes the typical results of disharmony except ... personified. so gender switching to female, being depressed, stressed and anxious with tummy issues ( normal hot girl sh*t imo ) all at the same time and against their will etc.

contrary to how i explain them, they are not as calm, collected nor as wise as uncle iroh. they more so have the personality of zuko, around when he started being hot and also sokka. so sarcastic, awkward, still a hot head, playfully, clumsy, and always cracking a joke or two. the vibes of a beloved leader that probably shouldn’t be leading.

they're wanderlust coded. i have this weird headcanon of them, where its a day off and they just turn off their phone at night and go for a walk in the city and just exist, looking at the city lights, sitting and looking at the river, grabbing ice cream even though its cold out side and then eventually heading back to the dorms as if they didn't just disappear for a few hours without a word. they definitely do this often too, while eating some cheap buy buy one get one snack they bought at the a convenience store.

despite how they may act sometimes, they love skinship; on that note, physical touch & quality time are their love languages.

silly but their side of the dorm follows the rules of feng shui and they’d probably playfully nag their roommate ( or any friend really ) to let them just to rearrange one of their things so their stuff fits in the room a little better.

following the ( TW ) death of their grandmother, they fell into the deepest depression and stopped wearing the patch for a while, ( no longer than a month ). the extremely negative emotions they faced kept them female the entire time, but soon enough they caught feelings for someone. feeling happier, they started the went back on the patch again. in the crudest tldr; they got their heart broken pretty badly. they decided to go off of the nullivi patch one last time after falling head over heels for a normal person. the showed them their ability, and just to be completely truthful about who they were, they shifted. it backfired pretty quickly and they were shunned, shamed and rejected. this is one incident they still struggle with letting go, and it currently affects how they view / form relationships.

they don't hate nullivi but they don't like it either. it messes with their internal balance which can make it tough to use their powers later and requires a pretty strict regimen when off of nullivi to balance their energies again.

They actively seek connections. They’d give anything to connect and have someone understand them, deeply and intrinsically without feeling like they’re being judged for who they are. They want to be able to open up and have someone see them for them; for whats really the inside and not just whats the outside, no matter what form they may take.

* more coming soon, only one braincell is on shift tonight .

✩ WANTEDPLOTS. *more plots en route.

CRUSH : it starts with those shy glances across the room and before they know it , all of a sudden all of the songs they listen to were about your muse. for some reason, your muse has caught jinsol's eye. your muse gives them butterflies, hope even, but they don't call it a crush for nothing. ( possible routes: unrequited & requited ) SPRING FLING : what you had was quick and fun, and meaningless. in the end, there was a clear agreement from both sides that it was no strings attached, hence a clean break was expected. so why does it feel weird watching you walk by them without a word? and why does it sting to see you with someone else? THE DREADED GROUP PROJECT : lets be real, no one in this group ever really liked each other. Since the start of the semester they've kept a pretty good distance from each other, but despite their best efforts, this year they share a class and even worse they've been partnered together for a group project. their final grade is literally dependent on them working together and fast. will they do suck it up long enough to pass ? ( 0 / 2 ) A RIVAL : no need for formalities here. this is someone they just can't seem to see eye to eye with. your muse is someone who sees their presence as a threat and/or vice versa. it could be a friendly rivalry, or a genuine grudge filled feud. whatever it is, bring on the angst ! ( * would be great for rival muses in other rally houses )  TRAINER:  someone they can honestly throw down with. as a member of samjoko, they're constantly trying to find new ways to use their abilities to their advantage. whether its through regular hand to hand combat or testing the limits of their powers, they crave the power to propel samjoko's reputation further and feel like its their sole responsibility to harness said power. EX: a recent ex that broke them / or / the person they broke . the first person they sorta came out to about everything. their playlist has to be full of sad-ish songs for a reason right? this person is the reason, the reason for their glow up in public, and glow down in private. the break up could've been they're fault, could've been the other persons. all they know is... they hate that they still think about your muse as often as they do.  OTHERS : fellow members of samjoko, other residents in blue dorm, the usual fwb/ewb, enemies, childhood friend, friend groups, acquaintances, roommate etc connections. maybe people in the same major/classes, or another club of some kind?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDo you wish to make a connection?        ▶︎ YES.ㅤㅤㅤ NO.

[theelderhazelnut]

Rise Of The Villains: Darker than Black

Pairing: Ombra x Quan Chi

Characters: Ombra, Quan Chi. Midas ( @takiisieju-moved ) and Hotaru are mentioned.

Warnings: None? Description of tending to a wound.

Words Count: 1460

Summary: The Orderrealmer rebels weren’t so kind to Quan Chi, but instead of healing his injury all alone in his fortress, he decided to give the job to his favorite person, not telling her that this was also an excuse to just visit her.

Author’s Note: This is the second piece I wrote in his POV! This takes place a short while after theese two murderers admitted their feelings for each other.

Writing Taglist (to be added/removed): @vivilovespink @scentedcandleibex @darialovesstuff @confidentandgood @spacestephh @takiisieju-moved @inafieldofdaisies @carlosoliveiraa @shegetsburned @bloody-arty-myths @zoetheneko @hi-thisiszira @admin-pipes @mitsuko-saito @krysta-cross @malewifefirestar @elderglocks @cassietrn @ashrahswings @imogenkol @middlechildwhoescapedthebasement @ninibear3000 @aceghosts @sinclxirx @gavincruikshanksexhusband @voidika @orbitinytheworld @strangefable @cloudofbutterflies92 @bihanspookies @valyrra @simonxriley @thedeadthree @miserable-homo-momo @icecutioner @malicedragoness @la-grosse-patate

Anticipation for someone, eventually, felt like living. I had almost forgotten how it tatsted like on my tongue, but she came and reminded me. Taught me. And I began finding myself staring at her from across the room, stopping by her room’s door, or opening a portal to the balcony of her hotel’s room.

Ah yes, I just did that. I looked at the dimly lit bedroom through the wide window. She wasn’t there. I glanced at my left arm. The white cloth I hastily wrapped around it matched the color of my coat in this darkness. Would she notice it? Would my plan succeed with the help of the best excuse I could come up with; a wounded arm? Orderrealmer rebels weren’t really respectful, not to say I was surprised. But I was thankful for being injured for the first time in forever.

My gaze wandered the room longingly waiting for her to emerge from somewhere. I could wait. As long as she wanted me to.

I knocked on the glass three times. A few seconds later, Atoosa appeared in the darkness of the short hallway leading to the main door. She looked at me with her eyes slightly widened as she was drying her hands with a towel. She leaned in the bathroom again, and then marched towards me; without the towel. My heart raced as she neared me, her image now crystal clear. She drew the door to the side. I ran out of patience and wrapped my arms around her. I pressed her against my chest as I buried my face in the crook of her neck. I inhaled, and suddenly everything was okay. Her loop around my torso became tighter, adding another life to me.

We parted, but my hands slid down to her waist, never breaking the contact. She held my face in her hands.

“Hi.” She whispered before pressing her lips to mine. Her lips were the smoothest wine made only for me to taste. Who needed jinsei when Atoosa lived in this world?

Drunken, I looked at her with hooded eyes. She grinned, and began planting little kisses all over cheeks, and several ones on my lips. She gripped the lapels of my coat and spread them, indicating me to take it off. Her eyes landed on my left arm, and the bloodied cloth around it.

The grin on her face faded away, and her thick eyebrows crooked in terror.

“What happened?!” Her voice trailed off, hands bewildered in the air. “Sit.” She shuddered breathlessly.

“No, don’t worry too mu-“

“The rebels?” She interrupted me, her tone was serious again.

“I took the chance to have a meeting with them for a few minutes.”

“I will have Midas to deal with them.” She reached for the cloth. “But your move was haphazard.”

I watched as she gently untied the wet piece of fabric. The very hands that killed, clawed, and brainwashed whoever her heart desired. But they were kind to me.

“Let’s forget about them, for now.” I uttered. I just wanted to sit down and watch her all night.

She looked up at me, gravely. “I will call him anyways.”

Her tone was unreadable. I couldn’t pinpoint if she was angry at the rebels, or me, or maybe both of us. This was a brand new feeling unlocked for me: someone truly cared about my flesh being teared apart - no matter how small - and my mind being restless.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked.

“I am.” She went to the bathroom.

“It’s just a small wound.”

“Come here.” She called.

Without hesitation, I obeyed. Atoosa was digging through a white box.

“Can you take off your clothes?” Her voice was less demanding as she glimpsed at my arm.

I scoffed.

After I had nothing but my pants on, she told me to sit on the edge of the bathtub. Atoosa turned around with a glass bottle in her hand. Gently, she lifted my elbow, and poured the liquid on the injury. Her eyebrows sat even lower while a subtle pout shrank her lips.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” My tone was more oblivious than I predicted.

“Like that.” She tilted her chin towards me.

It was annoying when she didn’t emote. That was what she was like in front of others, but I wasn’t others. It annoyed me, yet I loved it.

Anything she did or said, I loved it.

She invited me to the challenge of drawing a reaction from her. She put the bottle aside once she made sure all the blood is rinsed away. Then she observed me from head to toe.

“You’re not injured elsewhere?” Her tone hinted suspicion.

“No.” The one on my arm wasn’t life threatening, either. “I wanted you to tend to it.” After centuries, I didn’t have to stitch my teared flesh all alone in my room, then hold my head up and shoulders broad to circumvent signaling weakness.

Her eyes widened slightly and her eyebrows arched in concern. Well, I won the challenge it seemed. Her jaw flinched open in a friction of a second, but her voice was absent.

“You still want me to bandage it?” She asked.

I nodded. “I’d be able to carry a sign of you with me for a few days.”

She shook her head and chuckled breathlessly. “Fine.” Then she went to put on a pair of gloves. She picked up tweezers, and took a few layers of wipers with them. Then she poured a few drops of a dark red liquid on it. Ombra straddled the edge of the bathtub, and began rubbing the wet, cold wipers against my skin.

“Are you still mad at me?” I asked.

A half smile tugged at the corner of her lips, accompanying an amused roll of her eyes. “You have to try harder.”

Oh, really?

“Do you wish I would put more signs of you on me?” I raised a brow.

“Not,” she pointed at my arm with her chin. “in this way.”

“But then Hotaru will start asking questions.” I tilted my head to the side.

After planting a kiss on my cheek, Atoosa finished cleaning my wound, and bandaged it afterwards in the neatest way possible. I got what I wanted in the end. I would carry that white, rough fabric with me until it wore away.

A few seconds later, I found myself reclining on her bed, watching her as she browsed through a bunch of papers. The golden light of the sleep lamp illuminated her face. Even her gray eyes resembled two golden jewels. Her eyebrows were sitting low again, slightly creasing her soft skin. The tip of her eyelashes glimmered the same as a torch, arching with grace only to touch her brows.

Atoosa picked up her phone, and after several seconds, brought it to her ear.

“Midas, were you at the base today?”

She went quiet, and took a glance at me.

“Yes. No, he’s with me.”

She pinched the sheet.

“Don’t let him go. I will have a word with him.”

My heart melted and poured down on my ribs. I knew this would make her upset, but I didn’t know how it really felt until it happened. She intended to defend me. Anyone who had ever done that was either brainwashed by me, or was just a mindless revenant.

“Promise me you won’t hurt yourself.” I stated.

She stared at me.

“I would.” She murmured. “If it was necessary.”

Without a second thought, I reached to take her phone. Atoosa grabbed my wrist, firmly but not harshly.

“Please.” I begged. “Don’t do that. Whatever is in your mind. Don’t do that.”

“I must do what’s necessary. I can’t let my choices take away what’s so valuable to me.”

“But we’re togethe-,”

“I can’t just watch you walking into danger. Especially when it’s because of me.”

I remained silent for a few moments.

“This is the first time I see you blaming yourself.” I sat up. “You don’t usually do that.”

She turned her face.

“Don’t,” I tilted her chin back to me. “do this to yourself. I don’t want to see you suffering. Especially when it’s because of me.” I repeated her own words.

“This,” She gestured to my bandaged arm. “is only the beginning. They will come for you. For me. They will take contr-“

I pressed her head to my chest. “Shhh. Don’t listen to these thoughts. They can’t do anything. They’re weak.” I kissed the crown of her head.

She wriggled her legs to adjust herself, and wrapped her arms around me, burying her face deeper in my chest. An ufamiliar warmth ran through my veins.

“I will always be here.”