#external interaction

[system-term-storage]

Argumentor

A headmate who either enjoys or is easily front triggered by arguments or debates related to politics, religion, philosophy, basically anything; or, one who specifically fronts to handle these situations or to have these debates/arguments.

They may enjoy purposefully bringing these topics up to spark these debates, or may just enjoy partaking in them when they come up. They may also enjoy causing drama between other people who they know are on opposing sides (by bringing up something related to the topic in the hopes that the others will fight about it).

They may alternatively dislike these situations and debates and rather than fronting to partake in it, will front to keep everyone else from having to deal with it.

[gene-ceo]

happy pride gamers. is this anything

everyone probably already knows what this is based on at this point but the og’s under the cut. go nuts

[kapptto]

Ik its unlikely but...

thoughts & close ups below

❗️Comic and thoughts were formed before season 2 has been released❗️

I fully believe Nigel has nothing but bonzo merch, even in his kitchen cupboards, bonzo mugs and teacup sets galor. The only thing that hasn't been tainted by the mascot is his bed robe. He refuses to wear anything else.

Needles and Bonzo would get along surprisingly well! Secretly though, Needles is a fair bit scared of Bonzo, but his desire to look crazy and tough/scary helped him ignore his own fear.

Lady Mowbray finds Bonzo and Needles unpleasant and unprofessional, so she sticks around Nigel as well as the fact they are both the old people in the room.

Ink5oul's snake tattoo is inspired after Bitis nasicornis, more commonly known as the Rhinoceros Viper!

Nigel, reluctantly, acts as the voice for the O.I.A.R and its his and Lady M's job to breakdown what Ink5oul and Needles can and can't do as externals.

Ofc, it's at Nigel's house to hide and protect the O.I.A.R. Lady M knows how to get to the O.I.A.R ofc but she has a curiosity to see how long the O.I.A.R can really keep Ink5oul and Needles on a leash.

All headcanon ofc lol xD may or may not make a follow up of the wacky stuff that could be discussed. This AU will be tagged "an external meeting".

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I bring a sort of "flawed female characters can be fun and enjoyable blorbos - both flawed in terms of having character flaws and in terms of having occasionally flawed writing" that it appears many, many, many people do not like

[ask-mobile-iterator-project]

To Perpetual Umbra:

A Crimson red pearl was noticed amongst fresh delivery and it came with attached message to it: "Greetings Perpetual Umbra, I hope Im of no inconvenience, but I would like to ask for the assistance. This particular data pearl contains valuable for me and my workgroup data, but in so far I was unable to decrypt and extract the data. Im unable to address my peers for assistance due to technical issues and I was hoping you might help with it" - WSS

Pearl appears to be indeed encrypted, but on such surface level it was surprising "WSS" couldn't access it. With minimal effort data was extracted and it contained quite the volume of old, even ancient, star charts and maps used for navigation and constellation charting. But amongst this all there was also.... a hymn. Put on autoplay it ring damaged by time song and words. Despite the damage first words of the hymn can be clearly heard and understood:

We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy

The Mobile Iterator Project Askblog is now Permanently Closed. Thank you everyone for your submissions.

....not really. here's your response.

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[COMMUNICATIONS RECEIVED]

Respondent(s): MIP_02 "Perpetual Umbra"

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Luna's Notes: I wouldn't normally take an ask like this, but it spoke to me for some reason. ((the bit it was the bit it was the opportunity for The Bit)) . ask is of dubious canonicity as I'm sure there are methods of "trolling" within this universe but Rick Astley's famous song likely does not exist, unsurprisingly. 👍

[quadrantadvisor]

This post reminded me of the time I got entranced by the idea of in-universe rpf and wrote an "excerpt" of a hypothetical accidental selfcest fanfic.

The Lore tm is that in a universe where Bernard never met Tim, he became a prolific Capes RPF writer as well as conspiracy theorist, and that the popularity of the Bruce Wayne/Batman ship gave him the fun idea of pairing up the Wayne kids with Batclan counterparts, which lined up surprisingly well! Tim, who frequents the Gotham Capes RPF tag for normal reasons (as a kid he wrote a surpisingly popular series of gen fics where his self insert oc got adopted by Batman, he was like 11 don't judge him) sees this fic and finds certain details, such as, y'know, shipping his family members with themselves, highly suspicious. He must investigate this person and find out how much they know.

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[...]

“What are you doing here, Nightwing?” Officer Grayson sighed. He looked tired, the hero noted. He understood that. A city like this could make a man tired in his soul. “The case is over. There's no reason to see eachother anymore.”

It didn't take long for Nightwing to find a reason. “There's no Batman in Bludhaven,” he said. “I need to take allies where I can get them, and you… I think you're in the same boat.” He remembered the photos of young, pretty Richie Grayson, smiling in the tabloids,  and thought about how the force could beat down someone like that. “I know you want to make Bludhaven a better place. We can keep helping eachother, working together. We need eachother.” That was all true. But none of it was why Nightwing had come to the officer's apartment balcony.

Grayson rubbed a hand over his face. “I don't think you understand how much trouble I could be in. If the other officers found out I was slipping information to a vigilante…” He frowned, the dark circles beneath his eyes even more pronounced with the expression. “They don't trust you.”

“Do you?” Nightwing couldn't help but ask.

Grayson clenched his jaw, and his gaze on Nightwing became piercing. Looking at him, the vigilante knew—he had been beaten down, but not broken. His free spirit compressed into something stronger, harder. There was fire in his eyes. “I don't know,” the officer said, “should I?”

In some ways, the display of dominance was adorable, and Nightwing couldn't help flashing his signature sharp grin. “You can,” he promised. “It's up to you. But I could show you.” He hopped onto the balcony's railing with his inhuman grace, and held out his hand. “If you put your trust in me, I'll make it worth your while.”

The man looked dubious, gaze flicking from Nightwing's shielded eyes to his outstretched hand. “How?”

“You used to be an acrobat, didn't you, officer?” the hero asked.

Grayson looked away. “That was a long time ago.’”

“Well,” said Nightwing, still grinning that wicked grin, teeth flashing in the dim light, “how would you like to really fly?”

The officer's eyes went wide, and for a moment, Nightwing worried he would close the door, shut him out, and it would all be over. Then a determined look swept over him, and he stepped forward, reaching out.

Grayson's hand slipped into his, and Nightwing took the leap.

[...]

End notes:

😭 why did you have to become a cop richie how am i meant to acab like this????

like yes cops are Bastard but like. Richie Grayson was an outlier and should not have been counted. he's perfect your honor. he's never done anything wrong in his whole life. no one tell me otherwise pls

also nightwing is some kind of fae creature but don't worry about that

[its-all-papaya]

The “not champion mentality” is honestly one of the worst to me.

Bc if we break this down, this is people saying that if you struggle with self confidence, self doubt, mental health or anxiety then you’re not capable of achieving success.

It’s such a dangerous and toxic message that people don’t realize is hurting a lot more people than just Lando. (Bc lets be so fr these aren’t opinions, these are comments meant to hurt and hate)

And as a Rosberg fan back in the day, I KNOW how bad that man’s mental health was when he won his WDC. He pushed through that self doubt, anxiety, mental health issues and he still won. He’s living proof that there is no perfect/specific “champion mentality.”

I absolutely understand your struggle with the F1 community/people online rn. I’ve felt the same way today. (And many other days). I’ve been a fan since I was a kid, it’s been rough watching fans become nothing more than a herd mentality of hate and toxicity. It’s exhausting honestly and I’ve been so close to stopping watching the sport entirely bc it felt so miserable at times.

But I’m grateful for people like you bc you make it a positive place to be. You don’t contribute to hate, you don’t trash teams or drivers you don’t like, instead you support your team, write fics and create a positive environment for so many people. You have no idea how much of an impact that can make. It’s rough out there but I’m glad we got good ones like you.

(You absolutely can ignore this, Ik you were hoping to move on/forget about this negative online stuff, your post just had me thinking and ranting so I thought I’d give my own input lol)

(I really am incapable of sending a normal sized message aren’t I?) -og

yeah, no, i mean the reason i crash out about lando is because i identify with him so much in moments of failure/non-perfection. like the WHOLE original inspo for anybody, nowhere were his comments after silverstone, as i've said before, but more specifically the horrible mental place that i'm familiar with where you're trying SO HARD to figure out where to assign blame, and it feels like a knife's edge between "all me" or "all others." and no matter what lando says, it's the wrong amount of one or the other for people. if he says the car's difficult it's "if i was in woking i'd hate him" and if he says it's himself making mistakes it's "not a champion mentality." and in moments of high stress and intense emotions, like straight after a botched qualifying, it's nearly impossible to remove yourself from a situation enough to make sound determinations about what went wrong where and who's to "blame" for it (which. whatever on that word but.) and so i am IN HIS WALLS in those moments where it feels easiest, optically, to blame yourself entirely. because then the worst thing people can say about you is "he's too hard on himself" and not "he won't accept his own faults" or "he's making excuses," which both feel morally worse.

the other irritating thing to me about it all is that self-confidence is not usually something you can just pull out of fucking nowhere, especially if you're already struggling with it. like if you're told to be more confident and then picked apart and smeared at every turn, how the fuck are you going to do that? like sure, therapy, your loved ones, etc, but it's the people saying you're not confident originally who you're trying to "prove" yourself to, and they're the ones making it impossible. as you say, it's the narrative that if you don't handle negative emotion in the "right" way, it's a moral or competitive failing. you're lesser, you're a burden, you're "stealing" resources or a seat or a "rocket ship" from someone who "deserves it more" just because they're a more outwardly confident person. and by the way, if you let any of that shit that people are implying or outright saying get to you - if you even acknowledge it - that's your fault, too. basically, it's really hard to perform under the pressure of everybody hoping you'll fail, and it's even harder never to reveal outwardly how that's affecting you as a person.

i think i suffer a lot from projecting on lando and then internalizing things people say about him because of that, but i also don't think i'm alone in that, as you say. "mental health" is such a buzzword to everybody that it literally means nothing to most people in practice.

at the end of the day, i know lando's got a really, really good and solid support system and i know he'll be fine and it's early in the season. but it's so hard to watch people i know and i'm friends with make jokes about this to me because it's like what are you saying about me to other people, then? because nothing lando's said today or ever after a disappointing result is remarkably different than things i've said about my own job and my own self over the last ten months. just demoralizing.

anyway, i appreciate you saying that last bit, because a lot of the time i don't FEEL like i'm being very positive here. and to be clear, when i'm frustrated about f1 fans, it's very, very rarely a tumblr issue. as much as rpf is funny and fake and a game for us, i do think it does work to humanize drivers in a lot of ways. i like interacting with fans of all drivers, i just can't stand how every one of lando's mistakes feels quadrupled to me because i know there are people (on twitter mainly, as well as my irl friends) who are going to make it into more than it is to feed their narratives.

sometimes a man is suffering with a car just because he is. if it ended with that, i'd be handling this way better.

[lemongogo]

is this the part where i say i like jaymel . bc i do

[system-term-storage]

Profile Manager

A headmate who manages profiles for the system, whether on PluralKit, Simply Plural, Pinterest, Tumblr, wherever. This can be actual profiles (as on PK and SP), sideblogs (as on Tumblr), or whole accounts. They work to help keep everything organized and up to date and may also keep passwords readily accessible and updated.

[taraxippos]

Worlds #1 complainer about "dog motif" fans accidentally makes story with extremely central, predominant even, dog motif

[xhollowfaerie]

silverv drabbles #7

a/n: taking a break from the brain-erosive essay i have to finish to post this sexual tension/angst/"we're arguing like a shriveled up married couple" snippet I wrote a few days ago bc they're my meowmeows and I love when they have sexually charged screaming contests with each other <333

warnings: angst, aggressive arguing, Johnny being our favorite toxic boyfriend (it's a joke pls don't come for me)

V stormed into her Megabuilding H10 apartment, tossing her Second Conflict jacket off with disdain. Johnny’s eyes followed it as it dropped to the floor, rolling his eyes. Ah, shit, here we go again.

“I'm not your little fuckin’ girlfriend, Johnny!”

His mouth gaped, letting out an incredulous huff before his hands settled on his hips. “Who the fuck said you were?” His head shook in disbelief before shifting his weight to the other leg with a sneer. “Even I wouldn't stoop so low to bone some ‘Saka bitch. Still got a moral compass, y’know.”

She was furiously fiddling with a crystal decanter of scotch on the counter, finally managing to pour a sizable amount into a glass and turning to him with a fierce raise of her voice. The alcohol swayed dangerously back and forth as she motioned, a few drops splattering away from their confines and onto the carpet. “FUCK you and FUCK your compass! Matter of fact,” she held her hands up, taking a hearty sip. Exhaled. And glared at him again with renewed fervor, “I'm this close to sticking it so far up your ass you start singing in Japanese when it comes out the other side.”

He couldn't even find a witty retort, simply glaring daggers at her as she stomped in his direction, trying his best to ignore the infuriatingly sexy sound of her heels clacking against the floor and suppress a laugh. Shit, he lo- …maybe liked her humour. A little. Barely.

She aimed a manicured finger at his chest, holding it over his heart like a blade ready to strike. His skin prickled in anticipation right where it almost grazed him. “You're the one getting ridiculously jealous anytime I so much as breathe next to another man!”

He wanted to laugh in her face, but they both widened their eyes at the shared emotion that went through them. Another man. Like Honourable Prince Corpo, Mister “Under Other Circumstances”, her knight in shining armor? Like Mister Goody Two Shoes beat cop who was so disgustingly infatuated with her it made him sick - not to mention - fine, it pissed him the fuck off.

“I can literally feel you seething, you FUCKING GONK!”

“Holy fuck, V - do me a favor and just SHUT the FUCK. UP! Man, can you quit your bitchin' for a single fuckin’ second?”

“Thought you loved it when bitches screamed at you! What, mommy didn't give you enough goodnight kisses?”

“Why, wanna do something about that? Just askin’, seein’ as you insist on wearing that red fucking lipstick that drives me up the wall every damn day! Been thinkin’ it’d look great on my-”

“UGH, Johnny! You're SO disgusting! Stop. Talking.”

“Mind gettin’ your claws off my bicep, then? You're gropin’ me like a starved cougar.”

She let out a noise of disgust and immediately retreated once the realization hit her, whipping her hand as if to flick his germs off of her, crossing her arms in front of her chest. That was… unsettling. Neither of them had realized just how close they had gotten to each other during their yelling contest. Truthfully, she had grown much too used to his presence. She’d also rather go back to Arasaka before confessing that she’d lately begun to even… crave it. V downed the rest of her liquor before slamming the glass back down.

“You’re delusional, and pathetic. Have you maybe considered that not every woman wants to play with your egocentric, easily excitable little weiner?” 

“No, I haven’t, cause every woman and her fuckin’ boyfriend wanna take my magnificent Rottweiler out for a walk. And please, spare me the bullshit. Real big talk, comin’ from the bitch who got all wet when some BD spinner made her a fuckin’ sandwich. I ain’t no Prince Charming, but that was just sad. Tell me you got some semblance of TLC from a single gonk your entire life? There’s gotta be more than what I’ve seen in your past.”

The words were out before he had the time to think them over, immediately wishing he’d swallowed them, watching memories twist her face with heartbreak. He cussed under his breath, trying to reach a hand out when she balled her fists so hard her knuckles turned white. The delay of the pain as her nails sharply dug into her palm only furthered his descent into regret.

“V, I didn’t-” “Yeah, Johnny, there was a single person who showed me true love, and it wasn’t your superficial type bullshit. We weren’t fuckin’, it was never romantic. He was my fucking friend. My brother. Maybe you’d know somethin’ about that if you hadn’t ruined the life all the people who actually considered you one, like that poor fuckin’ bastard Kerry. I feel more and more sorry for him every day.”

He knew he shouldn’t, but he snarled. “Keep him out of it-” “Yeah? Like you keep Jackie outta your fuckin’ mouth? Every chance you get, you shove him, or Goro, or River, or fuckin’ Jenkins, hope that bastard’s rotting in hell, right in my face! Fuck’s sake, I’m not one of your little groupies, you insensitive, selfish asshole! And you know what? Even they had fuckin’ feelings that you trampled all over, just like you’ve done with every single person who ever gave a single shit about you. Just like you did with Rogue and just like you did-” “V, don’t-” “With Alt.”

Johnny acted before his - her - oh, who fuckin’ cares - their? brain, or the Relic, or CPU, or whatever the fuck had time to process it. Overtaken with anger, just like when they first met, he marched up to her and slammed her into the wall behind her by the shoulders, baring his teeth with aggression.

“What is it you want from me, huh? Want me to say I fucked up? Want me to admit I’m just a piece of shit? Think you can boss me around like all the cucks back at ‘Saka? Worse, think I’m your little choom? That we’re close? Let me tell you somethin’, V. You don’t know the first fuckin’ thing about me. The only reason I haven’t taken over your gonk fuckin’ brain is ‘cause I was still hopin’ you’d be useful. Well, turns out, I was wrong.”

She didn’t so much as flinch. Valerie’s expression was blank; the emptiness in her eyes reminded him much more of what she used to be like before she’d met Jackie. Johnny recalled - in the worst moment - feeling glad that they hadn’t met when she was still at ‘Saka, ‘cause that would’ve been a universe where they were guaranteed to kill each-other in cold blood. 

When she spoke, her voice was steady, calculated. Distant. “You done?”

She shoved him off without so much as a glance. Johnny scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets as he paced away. “Yeah. Sure. We’re done.”

Mechanically, V poured another glass of scotch and used it to swallow an omega blocker pill. Johnny’s eyes flickered to her, lowering as he glitched out of her peripheral. She kicked her heels off and slid down the wall, burying her face between her knees, still holding onto her glass. The liquid swayed ever so slightly, her apartment now dead quiet as her body released a series of soundless sobs.

[cowboy-robooty]

something that i think is sooooo stupid is this obsession people have with being "good for their age" at art. i know a million people say this and talk about this sentiment being harmful already but i really do think it is a terrible way to think about things. Art is a skill just like being good at math or playing basketball and I think its stupid when people put the worth of their skillset in tandem with their age because also it completely disregards the notion of how everybody lives in different ways. Michaelangelo was so good at art not only because he was a genius but also because bro literally woke up every mf day and only drew since he was a little baby so no shit he could make amazing sculptures in his early 20s. Everyone lives with so many different responsibilities and different amounts of freetime, so really i think its quite stupid to say someone is "good for their age" because that doesnt say anything about their ability to budget their time or naturally progress or commit to the grind despite everything or really anything at all since you dont have any idea about what kind of life they live. There are crazy artists out there who go to cram school for 11 hours a day on top of extracirriculars + volunteer work and still manage to create with the same skill level as someone who is the president of going home club. You dont know the resource of time that is ACTUALLY avaliable to one person compared to others using their age, so its stupid to act as though that its such a big deal. I personally dont think ive ever been good at drawing for my age and thats fine because I dont care about that. I could be good at drawing for my age if i committed more freetime to practicing it, but i dont because i dont want to. just like how i could be a super scholar whiz at chemistry or something but im not because I dont want to spend all my freetime doing problems and reading textbooks. I dont think the progress id make in those kinds of skills are worth missing watching a movie with my friends or learning how to bake a cake or enjoying a walk on a trail. I think anybody can be a genius at anything if they put their mind to it, but it also comes at great suffering most of the time because a lot of sacrifices have to be made and being able to embrace the choices you make with the limited time you have is important to being happy with what you have. Like yknow celebrating the stuff you were able to collect instead of mourning all the things you wish you had. I think only very few people are actually good at art for their age, like how einstein is one of the few people who was for real smart for his age and that is okay because what matters is having something you feel passion in doing. For a lot of people if they actually forced themselves to sacrifice what they needed to in order to be "good for their age" they would probably lose the passion in their craft during that process; which is probably one of the only ways to make the skill of drawing useless.

[biblical-egg]

Shout out to that dyhard rpg idea I had

“In dyer need of assistance”

I thought I was clever for the name

[itspileofgoodthings]

my life is so hard I say as I drink tea and read the hobbit at 9:15 in the morning.

[obstinaterixatrix]

有两人告诉我，我学中文的办法让他们练习中文。我们一起学～

[lycankeyy]

Me actually being interested in the art fight theme this year is forcing me to confront the fact that the ask blog is actually as overly stressful as I thought it would be even though I tried to convince myself I was overthinking it,