#ooc; out of mp

[onewingedancient]

Mother, why’d you have to go and clip my dirty wings? I’m gonna fly off this building all the same!

indie rp sideblog for sun ifalna strife, an original character in the final fantasy vii compilation follows back from @thundergoodspeed

[teufelme]

You ever just want to talk about Bertl,

[avaritia-ffxiv]

Never have I ever had a Qarn run that went as badly as the one I had just now while trying to get the hang of AST at the same time.

[inspotlight]

i think that both of my blogs' queues should run through the 30th and i hope im able to do some replies while im in tennessee but i am going to be gone for the holiday so idk how much i'll be online

[a-b-riddle]

cw: mentions of torture. Hurt/comfort. Wound aftercare. A lil bit of Kate Laswell OOC behavior. I don’t hate her I promise. It’s just for the plot of how out of character these men are acting.

Part two

I love the “reader is believed to be a traitor, but isn’t trope”. But what if there was a bit of a twist?

Price doesn’t wait for Laswell. When he hears that one of his own has been taken in for treason, he makes a fucking bee line to your cell with the rest of the 141 in tow.

They had been out on a mission when the news dropped about their favorite comms girl had betrayed them.

The couldn’t believe it.

They didn’t.

Which was why Price had laid his hands on a woman for the first time. Grabbing Kate by her shirt, demanding to know where the fuck the Shadows had kept you. The most heinous thing you did on the job is read those spicy little porn books that the boys loved teasing you about. But giving off classified information you didn’t even have access to? Price didn’t hold back as he called Kate every name in the book for her stupidity in trusting fucking Shepherd of all leads. Price telling himself this would he would never trust Kate again in allowing this to happen.

Which was why Kyle cool, calm and collected had acted brash and held a gun to the MP who was taking too long to hand over the keys to unlock your cuffs that kept you dangling from the ceiling. When John was still riding the adrenaline high from dealing with Kate, Kyle had taken the initiative to handle the situation. He knew you wouldn’t be the one to get the justice you deserve. Kyle was determined to everything in his power to do just that.

Which was why Simon had carried your broken body out of the room and into his own barracks. Laying you gently on the bed. Slipping out on going to the med bay, not trusting anyone else on this damn base to take care of what belongs to them. Offering you words of comfort as you cried in his arms. “Shhhh. It’s okay. We’ve got you. Not letting them take you from me again, Lovie. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

Which is why Johnny had gently cleaned your wounds. Resting on his knees as he took care of the deep cuts on your feet and the slash on the back of your ankle. A punishment for trying to run away. A sliced ACL to ensure you wouldn’t try it again. Johnny had kept his anger at bay while taking care of you. Eventually getting your physical wounds managed before working on the rest. Johnny who crawls into the bed with you. Holding you close and letting you cry into his chest as he he rubs your back.

They couldn’t believe their comms operator would be capable of betraying them. Even if you did, they would get their pound of flesh a different way.

[reverse1999fics]

Hallo! I not sure request is open if is not feel free to decline this sorry! If is alright could i request 6 and medicine pocket separately with a shy and timid s/o who worries a lot and hides behind them doesn’t have any friends but likes to just be by their side most of the time and clings to them? Hope you have a nice day!

Woohoo! Back on that grind and cranking out requests!! They are open btw!!

Please forgive me if either of them are a little ooc! I don't have MP and I skipped through the story so I don't entirely know 6's personality all that well!!

Medicine Pocket & 6 w/a Timid/Shy S/O (separate)

Medicine Pocket is someone with a very flamboyant personality, always being able to speak their mind. They never quite understood why or how you could be so timid, but that didn't stop them from loving you all the same.

Their tall physic let off an intimidating aura to those who didn't know them properly, but to you it was a source of comfort. Their height makes it easy for you to hide behind, holding their hand or a part of their coat and trailing behind them like a child would play follow the leader. Of course Medicine Pocket had no issue with this, even taking pride in how safe you'd feel around them and only them.

No matter that you don't have many friends, neither do they due to how... Different they are to others, all they need is to be in your company they say. Others were frustrating and didn't understand what they were trying to say, what they meant, but you did. You always understood their words and actions, so you were the only person they truly wanted to be around.

Clingy? You? Clearly you've never met them because goodness only knows how much they love to be around you. Even if it were you just simply being in the same room as them, they want to be near you. You know them better than anyone else, understand their weird antics and never judge them for how they acted or what they did. That was something they held close to their heart, right next to you, so of course your affection is needed on a daily basis! Sit next to them while they work on projects or go through paperwork, lay your head on their shoulder, read a book on the couch they moved in the room just for you, take a nice nap, sit on their lap, let them sit on your lap! Anything, as long as you were with them.

6 is a person driven to perfection when it comes to his work, someone strict with his rules and follows them all to a T. You, are a slight exception though. Oh how adorable you are to him, holding onto his sash while standing behind him, cowering from the other numbers like a little kitten. He had a soft spot for you, that much was clear to everyone

Being of high status on the island, he was a busy person, usually so busy he comes off as a recluse. But never was he too busy to ignore you even for a moment. Come into his arms after a long day of interacting with people, sit in his lap and rest to regain your social battery while he works on equations and problem solving. Your battery recharges just as much as his does, so let him rest his head on yours for a moment but don't question his closed eyes. He's just letting them rest for a moment.

You need not worry about not having many friends, he wouldn't say he has many either, if any at all. You are his one and only, why pay attention to others when he has you to keep him company? He'd rather stay home with you by his side with a good book of philosophy rather than go out with others. His robes will keep you warm, so snuggle up to his side and read along with him if you do so please.

His personality severely contradicts your own, having a more serious and stern personality that goes against your timid one, but that never stops him from loving you all the same. Should the two of you be away from each other he'll leave a piece of him with you, perhaps something on his person he wears often, or maybe a book he knows you'd like. When he is with you he'll never mind you grabbing a hold of his hand, even when others are around. He finds it adorable how you seem to try and melt into his arm as you hold onto it while others are around and chatting.

[jm-2406]

Summary - Tommy Shelby has been slowly drifting away from his only son after losing his wife. You are a nurse specialising in children's wards. When Frances comes running to the hospital with little Charlie in her arms, you decide to give a piece of mind to the bigshot gangster.

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Note - this is silly. I wrote it in less than one hour. It features an OOC Tommy Shelby and a daring reader who doesn't fear him like others.

Tommy Shelby, MP OBE was not used to getting calls between meetings, especially from his loyal housekeeper who knew when not to bother him. He was busy dealing with some important people, drowning himself in work like he usually did after Grace passed away. It was not that he didn't care for his son but sometimes looking at him was too difficult for him, the little boy had so much of Grace in him. So imagine his surprise when instead of Frances it was someone else on the other side of the telephone.

"Mr Shelby, I'm not Frances. My name is (Y/N) and I'd like to let you know that your son is not well. You should come as soon as possible to the hospital." You informed him without any hesitation, the concern for Charlie made your nervousness take a back seat plus not looking directly at his blue eyes also helped in retaining your confidence.

"What happened to him?" His lazy drawl came as a reply. "Well if you insist…" You tried to stall, tried to get under his skin so that he'd come to see his son but his silence made you speak up. "Mr. Shelby, I understand that you are grieving but so is your son. He was having a nightmare and needed someone to hold him close, to soothe him. I'd say he needed his father, not his nanny or Frances. Help yourself and your son by being there for him." Without thinking about the consequences, you pour your heart out and immediately hang up.

• • •

It has been a few days since the incident. You were worrying about Charlie and went to meet him directly at 'Arrow House'. [Yes, you are daring and a risk taker]. You knocked gently, arranging the basket of freshly baked cookies for the three-year-old cherub in your arms.

"Who are you?" A deep male voice caught your attention. Looking up, your breath got caught in your throat. Standing in front of you was the man of the house himself, Thomas Shelby. "What are you doing here?" You questioned foolishly instead. In your defence, you did not know that he'd be home at eleven o'clock since it was a Tuesday. He merely raised his eyebrow at your remark.

“If you didn't know Miss, this is my house. I live here.” Your cheeks reddened and you turned around to escape when a high-pitched voice stopped you. "(Y/N)" shouted Charlie. "Call her inside daddy. She's my friend." He said - more like ordered - his father who complied with a small "as you say, son." You felt a sense of comfort seeing the father and son interacting almost normally after that phone call incident.

Nervously, you stepped inside and Frances immediately took your coat as well as the basket of cookies. Charlie ran inside to get his colouring pages and asked you to wait for him. You were looking here and there, avoiding the dark-haired man but he had other plans.

"Thank you," Tommy said. You furrowed your brows in confusion. He cleared his throat and elaborated. "For making me realise that I was unknowingly neglecting my son, pushing him away from me. I love him, I really do. Thank you for making us come closer." He was not a man of words, especially praises but something about you got him talking, was it your kind nature, your non-judgemental eyes or your stern yet concerned voice when you called him that day that made him open up to you, he didn't know… but that is a topic for later.

"You're welcome, Mr Shelby. Charles is a sweet boy. I wish well for him." You blushed, no one had said such kind words to you. "How about you join us for dinner? Charlie would like that." Tommy said unexpectedly. Just as you were about to deny it, considering it rude to intrude, Charlie came running to you asking you to stay and colour with him. You couldn't say no to that adorable face.

And that's how you spent the evening, laughing and enjoying the company of two Shelby men, happier than ever.

• • •

[PART - 2]

It has been almost half a year since that evening you spent in the company of the Shelby men and you couldn't help but feel lucky. Everything went uphill after that, luckily.

You found out that you and Tommy had a lot in common which was surprising in itself. You both were mostly emotionally detached but were willing to cross any line if it meant saving your family, you both liked to read though Tommy was secretive about it for reasons you still didn't know, and nothing could surpass the love you had for horses, those strong yet gentle beasts were the only faithful friend you had… except for each other.

While your thoughts started to roam in dangerous territory, you were still unsure of Tommy's feelings on the matter. You have heard that the man was ruthless and incapable of feeling affection but you saw a side of him that was hidden from the world, his gentle and loving sight, his respectful side… you were certain that what you felt for him may not be love but it wasn't anything less. You decided to ignore this newfound feeling, unsure of what he felt.

The sudden knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts. "What-?" You were confused about finding a drunk Tommy Shelby on your doorstep. "(Y/N) How are you my angel?" He continued to stare at you making you realise that this was an actual question and not a rhetorical one. "I - uhh - I am fine Tommy. What are you doing here at midnight?" You pulled him inside.

The sight of a drunk Tommy Shelby lying on your cheap broken sofa with the bottle of Irish whiskey clasped in his hand was unusually tempting and soft, as he gazed up at you with his bright blue eyes.

"Charlie loves you (Y/N). Did you know he was calling for you earlier today?" He whispered and gulped the remaining of the whiskey immediately after.

"No Tommy. I am sorry. I was busy today." Your heart broke hearing about the little boy calling for you and not finding you by his side. "Yeah. Being a lifesaver is not easy, eh?" He said rhetorically this time, placing his hands on your waist. The cool of his hands seeping through the thin material of your nightgown.

"I asked him to be a well-behaved little boy and I'll bring you to him… maybe permanently what say?"

You gasped hearing his words, not knowing what he was suggesting. "Tommy… you're drunk. We'll talk about it in the morning if you still remember what you said." You pushed him to your bedroom, tucking him in like you'd do for Charlie. taking the spare pillow and blanket, you laid down on the sofa.

• • •

"You alright Mr Shelby?" You asked giving him a painkiller. He looked at you with wide eyes, just like Charlie would… The resemblance between them always melted your heart.

He cleared his throat before addressing you. "(Y/N) about last night - uhh - I meant what - what I said." You gawked at him, The Tommy Shelby stuttering in front of you. You were definitely special to him.

"I - you mean - what exactly did you mean by 'permanently' last night?" Your cheeks reddened, little hair on your neck stood as you awaited his answer.

"I didn't plan for this to happen so spontaneously but we gotta do what we gotta do right?" He paused and you held your breath for his next words. "I'm not good with words so beware. Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) I am grateful for your help in more than one of my life problems. My son loves you and calls out for you all the time, I adore you and your strength. Will you do the honour of making me the luckiest man in Birmingham by marrying me?" Tommy pulled out a small jewellery box from his coat pocket and held before you a simple but elegant and beautiful princess-cut diamond ring.

You sobbed. "Is that even a question?" You nodded, unable to speak as he placed the ring on your finger. You jumped up, unable to control your excitement and hugged him with all your might. And for the first time in many years, Tommy Shelby was finally feeling peace. He felt a wave of hope… for himself and your future together.

• • •

[nagisa-666]

《Drew! (Dislyte) M! Reader x Overlord》

《CROSSPOSTED TO WATTPAD》

《Warnings: OOC behavior, I think incorrect info, kinda angst?, Kind of crack fic, mentions of other characters.》

"Lord Momonga, how would you like today's tea?" A maid asked, the tall figure of (Name) right beside her, looking at the strong skeleton with a happy face.

《In YGGDRASIL, even skeletons could 'eat' and 'drink', (while the food falls between their bones, it fades away and gives the character MP, or even helps heal them when their HP is too low, and the drinks are helpful for when they use drink based potions, i.e. Healing potions or invisibility potions.)》

The both of them had inhuman heads, the maid having the head of a dog, while the butler had the head of a jackle, however, both still havimg the same functions as humans, just more intense.

"Hm..? Oh- I would like to try something new today..." The overlord said, trailing off in an attempt to be confident.

'Can I even drink tea? Wouldn't it just fall through my bones? How does that work?' The skeleton thought, bringing one of his hands up to his chin as he did, finally thinking about how different things could be in this new world, not noticing how the tall butler and the shorter maid looked at each other panicked, silently conversing with their eyes.

"O-oh... How would you like it? Sweet? Or not? Bland or elegant? Mature or kiddish?" The maid asked, asking all of the questions that made both of them panic.

"O-oh... Just surprise me."

'SURPRISE?? What does he mean 'surprise him'?!'

"Lord Momonga! It's time for tea. Rest assured, we intend to 'surprise' you!" The maid said, bowing her head with the butler, looking at each other uncertainly as they pushed a cart in...

.

.

.

Full of tea cups, full of different types and flavors of tea, some sugary, some minty, some even spicy, and some bland.

'A SURPRISE?! I DON'T THINK I'D EVEN BE ABLE TO FINISH THAT!'

"O-oh... Ahem, thank you, please just set it right by my desk..." The overlord said, acting confident again, while the pair of servants smiled, pushing it by the desk happily before they stood by, wanting to watch him drink the tea.

'... They aren't moving... Are they like children..?' The skeleton thought, invisibly sweating at the intense eyes of the pair of servants.

'Should I..? I don't even think that I'd be able to drink it... Let's just try...' He thought, grabbing the handle of one cup, bringing it up to his slightly opened jaw, letting it fall inside...

Before it spilled onto his chair.

'I thought it would...' The supreme skeleton thought, glancing at his now wet garments with a dark cloud around his head.

'HUH? IT FELL? IT SPILLED? BUT LORD AINZ CAN DRINK TEA? HUH?' The two servants thought, ears going straight up and mouths opening with shock, eyes widened at the looked at the overlord.

"Sorry, you two... Turns out that the surprise was pointless after all..." The skeleton said, slowly getting up to teleport to his room, intending to change his robes, not noticing the gloomy aura the two had, ears going back sadly and eyes hidden in a shadow.

"The tea... All the tea... I'm sorry, Lord Momonga..." The maid said, speaking for the two as the butler slowly turned around, facing the wall with shame.

"O-oh... No worries, Pestonya... Is... Is (Name) alright? He seems quite... Depressed." Ainz asked, looking at the quiet butler, still sulking at the wall.

"Of course! Please, wait a moment!" Pestonya said, nodding quickly before grabbing the cart, pushing it to (Name), telling him to bring it back to the kitchen, to which he nodded, his ears still down with sorrow, pushing the cart out slowly which Pestonya and Ainz watched until he finally left the room.

"Lord Momonga... Could you perhaps... Talk to (Name)? Ever since Supreme Being Ankoro Mocchi Mochi has left us... I fear that (Name) believes that he could have stopped Lord Ankoro from leaving. I believe only you can talk some sense into him." Pestonya began, talking to Ainz as she bowed her head and explained sadly, the skeleton staring back at her blankly, his glowing red eyes(?) Almost staring into her soul, making her sweat nervously.

"... Ankoro... Hm... Alright. Please, call (Name) back once he puts the cart back." Ainz said, dismissing the maid who nodded, exiting before she messaged (Name), whose ears perked up as the chime of the message, bringing a hand up to his ears as he answered.

"(Name), Lord Momonga would like to speak with you. Please meet with him after you place the cart back."

"Hm."

"(Name), please, take a seat. I'd like to speak to you." Momonga said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk calmly, (Name) almost sweating in anxiety as he rapidly thought about what he did to be called in by the Supreme Being.

"..." Slowly, he sat down calmly, looking at Momonga quickly before averting his gaze elsewhere, still not talking.

"Now... I understand that you've been wondering about your creator, Ankoro Mocchi Mochi." The skeleton said, making the butler sweat more nervously, gripping his purple suit pants tightly, almost tearing into it.

"..." Still not talking, he just looks down dejectedly.

"It's not your fault. Ankoro decided to leave on her own. She loved you, one of her dear creations. But she had problems of her own... Slowly it became too much and she decided to leave. No one could have stopped her, not even I." Momonga explained gently, telling the butler a bit about his creator, making him slowly lose his grip, ears dipping down lightly in sadness. Momonga watched sadly, his red eyes almost tearing into the butlers soul, examining how he reacted, slowly getting up and walking to him to see him eye-to-eye.

"..." The butler still sat there quietly, sadness so evident in his eyes as he thought about Ankoro, how he continuously thought about what he could have done better, how he could have helped her stay, how he could have behaved to make her stay for them.

"Don't blame yourself for the inevitable. Ankoro would have still left, it was only a matter of time. But you still have your sisters. The guild of Ainz Ooal Gown is your family. As long as I am here, I swear, you will never have to feel like that ever again." Momonga said, looking over the butler before gently placing his boney hand on his shoulder, offering him some comfort as he began to tear up.

"... Thank you..." He finally said, voice rough and scratchy from how long he hadn't spoken.

"Do not thank me, (Name). It is my duty as the Guild Leader to make sure my subjects are happy. All of you are dear to me, as if you were my children... Please, let me be your comfort in these times."

[ihopesocomic]

God I hated how MP handled male characters, as a queer man myself, and that's one of the reasons I prefer IHS. In MP it's very simple. Men are evil. The few nice ones are killed to emphasize how evil other men are (Starmame, Barkmane). Nevermind if it's ooc with previous behavior all men are abusive once they grow up (Fire). I am almost curious what would've happened with Feather, had the series continued. Made him trans so he could stay good?

If I know my bad MP writing like I think I do, I'm willing to suspect that he would've been angry that Nothing "abandoned him" and would've therefore turned evil eventually like Fire did.

And I'm sorry that you tuned into the show and felt demonised by it, it's just such an uncool vibe for an "LGBT+ friendly" series to give out. - RJ

[mountphoenixrp]

Hallow’s Eve Ball - Prep

In the weeks leading up to Halloween the streets of the city are decorated with black and orange, spooky and silly decor strung about. Halloween is a strange time on the island and sometimes strange things happen - but then, strange things are not so strange in Mount Phoenix. The following invitation has been send to every resident:

Mount Phoenix’s 9th Annual Hallow’s Eve Ball The most anticipated event of the year is finally here! From 8:00pm to 2:00am on October 31st, the City Council will be hosting our ninth annual Hallow’s Eve Ball. Come dressed up, because costumes are mandatory and prizes will be given out to the best dressed guests. There will be food, drinks, a DJ, and a special live performance by local rock band HEXED! But be careful, the monsters come out at night...

For the next few days, spend time making threads on ball invitations and Halloween themed plots. Focus on your muse’s prep for the ball (finding a costume, a date, etc)!

If you would like for your muse to be considered in the costume contest, please make an image post (you can look at last year’s costume tag for reference) with the tag “mp; costume 2023″ before midnight EST on October 30th. A post containing the voting categories and all eligible characters will be released at 12 PM on October 31st and voting will close at midnight on November 3rd!

The event will officially run from October 28th to November 4nd OOC, so mark your calendars! Happy spooks!

[onewingedancient]

zack: so where're we going sephiroth: nibelheim cloud: 😳 the player who's familiar with ff7's story: 😬

[kit-just-kit]

I didn’t know this acc was run by Chris Bryant MP

ooc nonny ask

*Damn......my secret is out!

Only joking ofc but I have to say, his quote of  �� It was a wound but it's a rather charming scar now’ could be my life motto lol. Anyways, thanks for making me chuckle!*

[thistleandthorn-rpg]

Congrats A on your audition for Harper Darcy! Send us his blog within 48 hours!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias: A Preferred pronoun: She/Her Age: 40+ Timezone/Country: PST/US RP Experience: 10+ years Activity Level: 7/10

IC INFORMATION:

Name: Harper Darcy Designation: Dominant Age: 27 Faceclaim: Tyler Young  Birthday: September 30 Orientation: Homosexual  Kinks: voyeurism, masturbation Anti-Kinks: penetration, touching, any kink that requires touching or nudity

Key Points: 

Controlled

Aloof 

Detail oriented

Intelligent

BIO:

Harper was born to two Dominants. His mother was a politician and eventually an MP, born into a family of status if not money. She was cool and did not show outward affection or even emotions.  His father was a playboy and professional gambler, born into status and more wealth than is ever good for a person. He seemed to care very little about anyone or anything other than the ‘fun’ of the moment. The two were like oil and fire. Drawn to each other and yet bound for destruction. Harper and his twin Max were shielded as well as could be from the repeated resulting explosions by their parent’s submissives and each grew up trying their hardest not to resemble their parents. Harper thought he was succeeding. He felt like he’d taken the best of each of his parents and created a life for himself that was directed and purposeful, but embraced the excitement that the world had to offer. Max had been the first to get into carting, but it was Harper who became the F1 superstar. The brothers both joined the Red Bull team at eighteen, Harper as a driver and Max as a race engineer. After an amazing rookie year, Harper never looked back, always on the podium and eventually taking three back to back Championships. His racing was described as the perfect blending of control and risk-taking. The brothers had a plan, two more championships and then a quick stint at an Institute and then back on the track to dominate once again. He’d even started a love affair with another driver. Sure he was on an opposing team, but that happened frequently enough. Max had warned him though. Stefan was not to be trusted. Harper shrugged the warnings off as just Max being a bit jealous of losing his brother’s time. He figured it would work itself out especially since Max had found himself a lovely girl to love. 

Max had, as always, known best. He’ll never know whether the argument they had that sunny Bahrain morning was part of the plan as well, but it certainly was in his head as he strapped into his car. His supposed lover  had used information he’d gotten from Harper and exploited it during a race. If that had resulted simply in a loss it would have been bad enough, but Stefan’s maneuver caused a chain reaction that ended in Harper’s car going off the track and into an unprotected concrete wall doing 300km/h. They’d all seen drivers escape from the survival cell practically unscathed, but this time, this bloody awful time the cell failed. Harper almost didn’t survive, but they had him airlifted to the trauma hospital practically as soon as the flames were extinguished. He woke to his brother in the chair next to him and the devastating news that they’d had to amputate his leg. Everything was gone. His plans, his sense of identity, his bloody job, and the man he’d thought he could build a future with. Also the man Harper had been was gone. The only one who gets to see that man now is Max, but he can’t bear to be an albatross around his brother’s neck so he decides to leave for Riverdale OH to attend the prestigious institute in a sleepy town where hopefully no one has ever heard of Harper Darcy Championship Formula One driver and no one knows what happened. Not willing to be touched or have his ‘deformity’ seen will make it difficult to obtain a claim of any fulfilling sort, but he can be a stubborn and determined sot when he sets his mind to it. No one will get closer than he will allow. Opening yourself up only leads to betrayal and pain.  

BIO QUESTIONS:

What are your feelings about the mark you have received? - It is appropriate. Obviously I would have worked with whatever mark I received, but truthfully I can’t imagine having been given any other than the Dominant one. It would certainly have made me doubt the wisdom of the system.  

How do your feelings on the system compare to your parents’ feelings on it? - I couldn’t presume to know. They followed it. My mother precisely and my father blithely. Neither saw fit to educate me to its particulars instead leaving that to their submissives and more broadly to my own observations of society.  

Where do you see yourself after you graduate? - I couldn’t bloody well tell you. What rubbish. If you think you can see the future then you are a fool. The only thing I can guarantee about the future is that I’ll either be alive or I will be dead. 

Describe what terrifies you the most. - Nothing terrifies me. What a ridiculous notion. If you are asking what I’m concerned about? Well that I am willing to entertain. Who doesn’t have concerns. My concern is that this place will force me to lose control of that which I most wish to maintain control of. I am a private man and I wish to remain so. 

How do you feel about authority? - Authority is necessary for the orderly functioning of society or to any system either great or small. I have a place along a spectrum of authority. Some will have authority over me and I will have authority over others. For the most part it should be respected without fail. However those who abuse authority are amongst the lowest of the low in my opinion. 

[sentofight]

ooc. this always makes me sad because m.achina always viewed himself sort of inferior to class zero. even though if you look at the stats of the whole class, machina does not ever fall behind them that much. I mean look.

second to highest HP after Nine.

MP he is fourth!

Attack/ strength he is Third! (technically this would probably bother him as fuck because the two who are stronger for him are not 'conventionally looking strong' you know. jack is the haha hehe guy. cinque is the eeeh~ so nano~ girl and that pisses him off like YOU GUYS ARE NOT TAKING THIS SERIOUS GDI! shoutout to poteighto for being 4th lmao)

Same defense same offence, third. a balanced guy if you ask me.

bats eyelashes at deuce twinning the fire magic wehehe Second for fire! Kind of ...foreshadowing the Phoenix motif of rebirth a little bit hahahaahahaha aahahahaha ahahahaha FROM ASHES HE RISE--technically miss arecia was like mm oke wake up bitch.

Ice magic is behind at 4th and ... looks to the side you know you know. you know you know. winks.

We're crying in the club twining with Sice at 3rd sobs for lighting magic. Listen, i wish the game had more chances for the cadets to interact more. like the break time before missions, wish it had more options for you to spend the time with each other. Machina and Rem deserved more chummy chummy time with their classmates--at least Rem more since Machy was doing the emo dont wanna be your friends blegh attitude. smh.

the lowest stat is his magic defense ...remembers that time when he got barbequed by Celestia's summon lol

so, in a way machina shouldn't feel 'less' than class zero yet he does. the thing that makes you go angry and feral is that he could've been just fine if it weren't for the meddling of adults. 1)arecia fucking up rem's health condition 2) consortium of eight fight arecia through striking a 'deal' [aka use him] with machina to spy on C0 and tell him all about izana's death 3) consortium of eight literally blackmailing him with rem's safety and her well-being 4) honestly fucking fight me but kurasame not actually noticing the deal with machina like bruh you are the captain sir he is being blackmailed sir help him YOU SEE YOURSELF IN HIM, RIGHT ? HELP HIM 5) fucking arecia man just arecia making every thing easier for him to fall into despair 6) yall khalia if you think about it he fucked up real time for allowing things to go under his nose like that 7) his previous class captain. idc if they dont care about him even tho he moved class then are you really a good captain???? 8) i know i will fight myself for this but ...izana. even if machina said dont talk to me does not mean he should give up on talking to his little brother .. if anything, had izana been insistent on his little brother a lot of things wouldn't have affected him.

listen, i won't say it is entirely izana's fault, machina is an idiot and he kept pushing izana's attempts but think about it who is the older? who should know that he is handling a traumatized child? machina was never out of that house ... believe it or not, he is still in that house trapped with many milites soldiers aiming their rifles at him and rem. he saw a woman die--who is she? his mother but he cant remember her. he only remember "Izana" where are you ? ...save me. rip me.

SOMEONE TAKE MACHINA OUT OF THAT HOUSE NOW HELP HIM WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[sincerely-krp]

it was on this blog already but the one that really took the cake was the MiA situation. / dude i fucking heard about this from my friend at mp apparently the ooc chat was so fucking awkward because no one knew what to say but everyone knew what was happening, because why was everyone defending harry potter and turning around just to be a little bitch about mia, make it make sense????

to be so comfortable supporting a franchise with a transphobic, racist, extremely controversial creator but be so hypocritical about MiA for the same thing...? where's the energy of being able to enjoy the art while critiquing the creator... and no one was like promoting MiA either but that person just makes me so deeply uncomfortable, ESPECIALLY BECAUSE NO ONE IN MP WILL EVER CALL THE MUN OUT on it.

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[sapituscanpvp]

please- sapnap, sap, come on, man.

don't leave me in here.

(@maskedprisoner i hope this is fine!)

Dream I can't get you out. I'll visit man,if you really want me to,but you're in there for a reason.