#ciliz

[insolitus-academy]

The home of superiority has a new member

♚; // Please welcome cupid Yuqi to our family at Insolitus Academy.

♚; // LIKES: Candy (specifically suckers), Physical touch, Spicy food, High places, Intimacy (even among friends)

♚; //DISLIKES: Rudeness, Mushrooms, Shouting in anger, Rainy days, Math of any sort

♚; // LIVES IN: Ciliz ♚; // ROOM: Ciliz XYZ apt 3 ♚; // ROOM MATE: @jeonjungkook-ia

[doriangray1789]

HARNAME

Haberleri seyrederken aklıma “ üzerine yüklenen yükten şikayet edip anıran eşek gördüm mü” sorusu geldi… ayaklarının üzerine çöksede cefakar eşek anırmaz… Divan edebiyatında bir eser var ismi: HARNAME…Yazarı: Şeyhi… 126 beyitten oluşur türk edebiyatındaki ilk fabl, bir eşeğin öküzlere özenişidir…alegorik mesnevi…”eşek mektubu” Türkçe meali ise şöyle:”eşeğin boynuzu ciliz, geberik bir eşek vardi, yük çekmekten anasi aglardi. bazan odun çeker, bazan su tasirdi. gece-gündüz angaryadan, anası ağlardı…o kadar agirdi ki yükler, kalmamisti teninde tüyler. tüy de ne ki, kalmamisti et ve deri, kana belenmisti bütün teri. onu böyle görenler; derme çatma bir iskelet yürüyor derler. dudak sarkmis, çenesi düsmüs, kiçina sinek konsa sanki ölürmüs. gözü bir avuç saman görünceye dek, teni kiyim kiyim saçilirdi tek tek.” be devam eder 126 beyiti burada yazacak değilim konuyu şu atasözü ile özet geçsem nasıl olurdu “sen eşek olursan semer vuran çok olur” (veya - ben eşeğim diyene semer vuran çok olur söz TDK atasözleri arasında da yok ancak Aksoy, Ömer Asım (1995). Atasözleri ve Deyimler Sözlüğünde geçer ) özü kavrayamayan eşek ile altın semeri harmanlar halbuki ilkinde anlatılmak istenen konu nire semerli hikaye deki konu nire…  kulluğu kabullenirsen başına bir sürü tanrılar çöreklenir, bin zavallı bir kahraman yaratır, sömüren yoktur sömürülen vardır ve benzeri..asıl olması gereken söz: "ben eşeğim diyene semer vuran çok olur" olan söz 1789 Fransız ihtilalinin hatta 1848 Alman devriminin hatta ve hatta 1905 St Petersburg devrimi son olarak 1917 devrimini. temel İdeolojisidir… düşünsenize yüzyıl evvel divan edebiyatında sorun bulunmuş frankfurt okulunda şeyhi okutulsa devrim 100 yıl evvel olurmuş… iş hayatında resmen altın kural gibi birşeydir. hiç bilmemek değildir, asıl mesele, tecahül-i arif takılmaktır. işin altından girip üstünde çıkacak kadar ciğerini bilmek ve marjinal faydası size 0 ise hiç ses çıkarmayıp oralı olmamaktır. koşullar zalimdir... 

[darknight2006]

yazin sabah dogan gunesten ne kadar nefret ediyorsam aksam batan gunesin ciliz isinlarini ve masumlugunu da o kadar seviyorum

[elirluna]

kadinin biri yolda bana bakip ayakkabisi cok yuksek yuruyemiyo da bi de cok ciliz demis (annem duymus) :D??? iki saniyede karismadigi biseyim kalmamis

[companionwolf]

Out of context summary for session 2 (scenes 6-10) of my solo CtL game

- we love basketball. bouncy bouncy basketball.

- calling this changeling: the found because Jet has been Located

- jet absolutely makes the gougar joke when axis tells her about the cougar curbstomp; he apparently thinks this is peak comedy

- oh shit another dogboy

- in a surprise twist axis chooses diplomacy

- why is the spring patriarch, dogboy 2 the doggening, bartending? I don't know maybe he likes to

- axis runs out of diplomacy 😔 to be fair the other changeling was being a shithead (no murder, just a tussle)

- the freehold in a ghost town miles from any real cilization is struggling, shocker

- 'so there's this thing called a fetch--' 'is that a joke. am I a joke to you' 'no it's literally called that'

- bootleg 7-11 is best 7-11

- OH SHIT THINGS ARE COMING OUT THE HEDGE GATE

- this motley is so action oriented it Will kill their asses (guess what they decided to do about the above)

- BEASTIE ALERT

- run.

- when run fails, Axis reasons, FITE

- hedgebeast is Offended and it voicing this probably just saved its life #alwayscomplain

- somethings fucky with the trods in the Hedge, beyond their usual weirdness, but surely that's fine (:

- 'What did I say to do.' '...stay here.' 'And what did you Not. do.' '...stay here' aka redline is not amused

- woe quest upon you (at least you're going with a few other freehold members)

[besinhaberajansi]

AHMET HAMDİ TANPINAR: “NEYE YARAR HATIRLAMAK,/ NEYE YARAR BU CILIZ IŞIKLI BAHÇELERDE…”

http://dlvr.it/T24F6z

[thetristoneera]

In a land of imagination, Planet Saudavet is a special place.  Often referred to as Ole Saudi cause it's just, there.  Strength based with it, with a whole lot of sanctions in place to keep it's peace thus supreme.  Meet their final tool against in humanity, the Illegal Melee.  A group of psych ward permanents that are used to bringing forth the ultimate forms of terror.  In ways of big brother, always in people's business & if they don't act accordingly; off with their heads.  An order brought upon by the Crown, a whole lot of people have been wanting such a world order but it took one year out of many random years for enough people to wish it at the same time.  Doing so, burdened Planet Saudavet with world leaders that want to massively punish those that behave in inhumane ways.  

The twelve of them are locked down in ultra solitaire confinement, all inflicted with the double power gene; to be further inflicted with horrible upbringings.  Instability in the homes was a norm of the worlds at one point, it has since graduated from that; per evolution & all.  These twelve are rare cases that dealt with direct brain damage; that would forever haunt them into adulthood.  To be a total waste, they were given opportunities of mass destruction but their freedom would be separated from general cilization.  Underground to in between the sky, alone & will only see a psycho therapist every three months.  To stay alive for them meant becoming over powered super beings of the ultimate.  Hundreds of years old, replaced if they happen to bite the dust; fitted in blue brick costumes so that we all understand, "Brick Said."  Through your window, at your cranium.  An urban legend that humanity of Planet Saudavet has forgotten.  Always comes back to bite them at their cranium; under great bouts of terrorism, to manipulate humanoids to be right.  

The proposed list of crimes against humanity will have them unleashed: littering, offspring neglect, withholding resources, molestation, rape, slavery, capitalism, indecent exposure, murder, impatient driving, dangerous driving, racism, bigotry, speciesism, rallying, bullying, mobbing & inappropriate use of magical might.  Sometimes people forget that they are actually being watched in this world.  In order for them to be watched, a great curse was created.  Anyone ordained by the world leaders can astral project at an infinite capacity.  This is the only reliefe the twelve get, as they are just projections of their mind; with no connection to their body.  They get to exist without that constant void in their mind that sucks their moral compasses dry, that inflicts physical pain, that they only know as absolute pain.  Then return to their bodies once they have caught an atrocity, to assemble a death order for the inhumane.  When you really think about it, there are tons of inhumanes getting away with a slew of offenses.  We'll never know, but they'll know; as they can fly in any direction, through absolutely anything.  Their licenses to kill are specific & only to the twelve that have been plucked out of psych wards; with a no limit capacity.  It has to be that way because the worst atrocity of humanity is people knowing something wrong is happening; but not holding their fellow man accountable.  Innocents view them as a purge order...  For those that aren't contributing members of society will eventually be weeded out.

Base of Operations: Planet Saudavet / Alliance: World Leaders of Planet Saudavet / Occupation: Admitted Patients of Various Facilities & the Population Control Unit Known as the Illegal Melee / Their Order: Iron Fist Tyranny Brought Upon By the World Leaders of Planet Saudavet

[insolitus-academy]

The home of superiority has a new member

♚; // Please welcome Cloudling Yeosang to our family at Insolitus Academy.

♚; // LIKES: Soft plushies, hot milk, thick comforters, cute hair clips, and printed photos

♚; //DISLIKES:  Mirrored windows, tall skyscrapers, beaches, the dark, and velcro

♚; // LIVES IN: Ciliz ♚; // ROOM: Ciliz XYZ apt 4 ♚; // ROOM MATE: @baekhyunx-ia

[pips-squeak]

tommy holding his two wood sticks could fix everything I think

[sadovv]

annem vucudum hakkinda konustu yine

[askokussko]

aklima geldi yine ya

[iamalivenow]

what if i relisten to wooden overcoats what if i relisten to dreamboy what if i relisten to neoscum what if i resliten to campaign 1 what if i relisten to partizan what if i relisten to adventure zone balance what if i relisten to i am in eskew what if i relisten to wolf 359 what if i relisten to

[albumarchives]

Ah Ciliz/Chiral | Origins (2017)

[crystaltoa]

Another interesting thing is that at this point, the Toa Nuva have not encountered any real morally complex situations. They’ve always been the bright and shining heroes who get the job done and win in the end.

In an ideal situation, a Toa does not kill Rahi. They work around them, avoid them, try to understand them, sometimes even befriend them. When dealing with a creature like the visorak, that wipe out cilizations and ecosystems, however, there isn’t a morally pure alternative. Sapient or not, the spiders have to die so that everything else can live.

This kind of moral relativism is arguably even more present in the Rahaga, who have to decide the fate of entire species based on how they’ll interact with other survivors, they must decide where to put their efforts and energies. Who can they save, and who will they have to sacrifice? And while it’s not in the text itself, it’s a reasonable inference that part of their job may have involved putting injured and heavily mutated Rahi out of their misery.

In an ideal situation, a Toa does not kill sapient beings, regardless of how evil. And the Turaga Metru can’t even say that any good came from killing Roodaka, since her apparent sacrifice is what freed Teridax. It’s probably their greatest shame, even moreso than getting mutated in the first place.

Their reactions to finding out she survived would be such a strange mixed bag of dismay, dread and relief.

I'm going through the Bionicle books for the first time and hearing the turaga talk about the hordika as if it was some horrible event when really they were just animals for a little while.

Really gives off: "WE CAN'T LET THE MATORAN KNOW OF OUR FURRY PHASE"

[zitao-ia]

@minsu-ia

Of course Minsu had no idea that the poor alien had company...nor did he figure he’d get picked on for the voice message. Happily ignorant. But he was very excited when the alien agreed to his ‘plans’.

[voice message] Nuh uh I can come to you! I’m close to the station.

Quickly changing the location that he was headed to, now having the station up to the Ciliz apartments, he headed that way quickly, getting there without an issue. It took a little while since a few other people were on their way up, but the kitten was soon at Zitao’s door, knocking excitedly.

The moment the door opened he reached out, his hand meeting the poor alien’s chest, and he moved forward to nuzzle up into the crook of his neck, ears and hair brushing beneath Zitao’s chin and jaw. “I missed you so much! I’m sorry I didn’t message earlier, I lost track of so much time.”

It was all quite alright, Ra didn’t mean it badly and he knew all about Zizi’s neko kink. When had that gotten to be public knowledge anyway? He waited patiently for the kitten to arrive after kicking Ra out of his apartment after some kisses and cuddles and sending him to Mingi (texting Mingi to take care of Ra).

“Hey Minsu-” the other was already nuzzling up against him, overwhelming him with affection. “Hey, hey hi hello. Are you okay? I missed you too, I’ve been busy too- a friend of mine was sick so I had to take care of him.” with sex.

[dailyadventureprompts]

Setting: Ouskuat, The Land Beyond the Clouds

“Kings in Palaces, Mages in towers, I swear, it’s like the higher up you live the more you feel like you’ve got to condescend to everyone who lives below. “

- Trolfi Toffybarn, Hafling Satirist  

Setup: Known as the Empire of the Ascendant, or the riders of the hurricane, the People of Ouskuat have faced many tribulations in their centuries of existence, having learned early that a willingness to adapt is the foremost virtue of a cilization that values its history. 

The greatest of these adaptations came a little over two centuries ago, when Ouskuat was one of a great many empires clashing for territory in a great equatorial jungle. Driven by foolish rulers hungry for expansion, and buffeted by plagues from a neighboring land, a cascade of disasters saw the previously land hungry empire abandon many of its frontiers as their enemies chased them into the mountains. Surrounded by enemies and sickness, the gathered conclave of  Ouskuat shamans performed a miracle to save their people; unmooring their sheltering mountains from the earth and setting them adrift among the clouds, exiling the warleaders and their loyalists to the ground below to their deserved fate of carnage.  

Having escaped war by flying high into the sky, the conclave set about reorganizing Ouskat society, using the same ingenuity their people had used to farm in the resource poor jungle to transform the newmade archipelago into an ingenious network of revivors and hanging gardens. Free from the threat of warlike neighbors and unburned by the need for sudden expansion, the Ouskuat  are now a predominantly isolationist nation of spiritualists, architects and cultivators. 

The Ouskuat live in close proximity to numerous species of feathered drakes, once the symbol of the shamanic conclaves and later adopted as a sacred animal by their people. While their leaders  attempt evoke in the grace and magesty of these creatures their raiment, the true honor rests with the Sojourners, a class of daredevil ornithologists who rear, care for, and partner with the drakes in order to go exploring, mapping the landscapes their cloud-veiled home drifts by, or setting out on drakeback to meet and catalogue the peoples of the earth. 

Adventure Hooks: 

After clashing with some great airborne predator, a Sojourner and her mount crash outside a village they were surveying from a far. Few of the locals have ever heard of the Ouskuat before, so now the Sojourner is stuck trying to explain to a bunch of terrified peasants who can’t understand her why they shouldn’t kill the injured dragonkin that’s invaded their territory. Perhaps the players could intercede on her behalf?  

For centuries the Land beyond the Clouds was out of reach of any other civilization, save for a few curious explorers capable of flight on a personal scale, which the Hurricane-Riders hosted with a lofty hospitality. Now however with the invention and popularization of airships, a policy of true isolation seems less and less tenable. With no fixed location and swarms of drake mounted warriors, the floating archipelago is primed to seize control of any number of profitable trade winds, and the emerging powers of the air are interested to know whether that control would be military or mercantile in nature. Similarly, while a strict traditionalist faction currently holds sway in the shamanic conclave, several more enterprising subgroups consider trade and traffic with the outside world to be an increasingly legitimate option.