#ooc. // commander in chief.

[b1rds3ye]

Victory Kiss

Turns out Graves gets very passionate when celebrating a successful mission. And when you’re nearby you end up facing the brunt of it.

Pairing: Phillip Graves x GN!Reader

Reader Aliases: Chief

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Pre-MWII

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: Graves kisses reader without prior consent (not malicious but please read at your own discretion)

A/N: Probably OOC Graves but imagining this was too entertaining to me 😋

You’ve gotten used to this.

You’ve gotten used to Graves’ infectious energy after a hard-earned win. He was a natural leader, cunning and brimming with charisma, but carefully restrained as to not be impulsive in high stakes situations. But when the stakes were low - such as times like now - Graves was free to be as expressive as he wished. And as second in command to Shadow Company, required to always stand by his side, you got front tickets to watch it unfold.

Shadow Company had offered unofficial air support in the depths of Kastovia. With every operation the stakes were getting higher and higher. After deploying all ammunition until resources were depleted, it seemed the entire aircraft waited with bated breath as you surveyed the ground through a heads up display. You sensed Graves beside you, his looming shadow gave more contrast to the monochromatic screen. Each pixel flickered from the daylight, the movement of trees and friendlies through the screen setting false flags in your mind.

You pulled back to look at Graves. His face was stern, the muscles in his face taut, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he tried to read your neutral expression. You shook your head.

“Confirmed hit, all hostiles eliminated.”

And there it was, like a switch flicked inside of him, you felt a little proud that you were the one who triggered it. Graves slammed his hands on the front console, pushing himself off to stand tall, brimming with energy. He was now adorning that familiar smile, a little wonky but charming all the same. With a heavy arm, he gave you a hefty slap on the back in congratulations, one that would’ve sent your head through the display if you weren’t prepared.

“That’s what I’m fucking talking about Shadows, this is how you get the job done!”

The entire atmosphere of the compartment lifted, you wouldn’t be surprised if the aircraft itself increased in elevation. There were sighs of relief, cheers of joy and hugs of a job well done. You never got sick of this sight, it reminded you what you were fighting for, to bring these boys home and secure victory.

It was a familiar sight, but it was comfortingly predictable. You watched with amusement as Graves paced around the room, praising each individual member in a voice so loud it damaged your ears once, then bounced off the walls to hurt your hearing for a second round. Each recruit responded with the signature ‘yup-yup’ and beaming smile. With each comment given, Graves was getting more and more drunk off the adrenaline which after months of observing him, came with some interesting habits of his.

It was fun hearing him swear like a sailor when he usually keeps his language so restrained he could be put on a children’s show.

“I saw your shots Erikson, that was the shit.”

“Vance you saved our fuckin’ asses with that extra fire.”

“Send this mission report to Shepherd and your dads will be back with the milk before you fucking know it!”

You’re pretty sure Graves has no idea what’s coming out of his mouth at this rate and to be fair neither do you nor the rest of the Shadows.

You stifled a snicker as you watched on. He continued with his questionable praise, not even stopping at the aircraft itself to which he gave an encouraging spank to the metal wall, only to recoil his arm when it unmistakably hurt his palm. Even on the other side of the aircraft, you caught snippets of what he said and you were sure the cheerful laughs of the Shadows were out of respect and not because they understood him. Although with an accent and voice like his, he could make a nonsensical string of sounds and you’d be nodding along.

Graves had gone full circle and made his way back to you.

“And to the soldier of the hour.”

He reared his head to you with such a leading force that the rest of his body had a hard time keeping up. His arms swayed from the momentum.

Just like every routine celebration, he planted his hands securely on your shoulders. His face is graced with the same charming smile he’s given you for months. Even under the red lighting of the aircraft he looked nothing short of a budding hero, the blue of his irises shone against the shadows cast over his face.

You expected the praise.

“Beautiful fuckin’ work, Chief.”

What you didn’t expect was the kiss that came straight afterwards.

You didn’t even have time to reply as Graves used his leverage on your shoulders to pull you in, lips crashing against yours. It was chaste, but the sheer strength he had made you sure your lips will bruise. Your mind blanked, adrenaline numbing any potential pains. The whirring of the aircraft’s turbo engines were drowned out, your vision dimming at the edges as all your senses honed in on Graves’ lips pressed into yours. It lasted no more than a single second until he separated from you, lips parting with an exaggerated but unintentional mwah.

“Dunno what I’d do without you,” he breathed out, only for you to hear. He watched you innocently, the skin around his eyes wrinkled in excitement, hands drifting down until they were on your biceps, rubbing your arms affectionately. However, you had to tear your gaze away from him and to the rest of the aircraft.

Graves just kissed you…

… in front of Shadow Company.

Your stomach dropped as you made eye contact with the entire team who now watched the two of you like teens tuning in to the hottest new flick. They were here for the drama, quiet as they waited for your response but smiles of anticipation creeping onto their faces.

“Eyes off, Shadows.”

Graves’ voice returned to its usual commanding tone, as though you were back in the mission. There was the grumble of ‘yup-yup’s’ as the rest of the team made the show of focusing on their stations (but you knew they were still sneaking glances whenever possible). Graves reoriented the two of you until you were against the wall, using himself to obscure the company’s view of you.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Graves muttered absentmindedly. He sounded more grounded, but he still needed to catch up on his breath, chest heaving in and out.

“It was a damn clean mission, Graves.”

“I ain’t talkin’ about the mission.”

Graves gives you his signature cocky smirk, waiting for a few moments for you to reply with your usual reassurance. But no thoughts were crossing your mind, instead it was aimlessly swimming in his attention. His arms that latched onto you were getting stronger, fingers tightening and burrowing into the narrow space between your tactical gear and shirt. His pupils were blown out, puppy-like as they searched you. But you couldn’t reply, not when you were drinking him in like he was to you. Your silence started to become overwhelming, crashing against Graves’ confidence and his smile fell, bravado collapsing with it.

“No good?” He faltered, letting his head hang low. He let out a quiet curse under his breath. “You put up with a lot of Shadow bullshit, both from them and me… I got lost in the moment.”

His attention turns to his hands that are on your arms. The pads of his thumbs rub your shirt fabric soothingly before dropping his hands to his sides. He gives you one final reassuring pat on the back, half-hearted and lacking its usual strength.

“I misread us,” he pursed his lips as he reflected, eventually shaking his head and tutting his lips disapprovingly at himself. “This is on me.”

“What?” You force yourself out of your stupor upon noticing Graves’ dejected form. You hurriedly try to pick him up, now you were the one putting your hands on his shoulders. “No, I just- I didn’t expect it. It was a surprise.”

“… you like surprises?” He looked up at you through his lashes, eyes brimming full of hope. You sometimes forget he’s your superior when he dials up his boyish charm.

“If they’re all like that then yes.”

“Then there’s plenty more where that came from, darlin'.”

His smug grin was back in full force, he only allowed himself a split second to memorise your shocked expression before turning away so you couldn’t respond. He rouses the rest of the Shadows up with an authoritative clear of the throat. He stands tall, back to the restrained commander role but not without a hand sneaking up to settle on the small of your back. Even as he assumed his professional role once again, the zeal in his voice was unmatched.

“Excellent work all ‘round boys. Let’s bring this aircraft back home.”

There were affirmative responses all round, but a curious Shadow couldn’t help but poke their head out of their station.

“So, uh, Graves. Are you and Chief a thing now?”

“Speak outta line like that again and you’re on cleanin’ duty for the next month, Sergeant.”

“… yup-yup.”

Call of Duty Masterlist

[starryficsfinishwen]

familiar — xiangli yao x rover!reader

Anxiety knocks on the door of your chest. One, two, three.

You're not sure what to expect, really. It's only a simple meeting with the Principal Investigator of Huaxu Academy. After hearing all of his memorable achievements, as well as his kind-hearted nature, your body somehow shook.

Who was he? Why did your body react like that when you first heard his name? Did you know him?

As far as you know (or what the Magistrate, or the Counselor, or even your friends in Jinzhou), you've never even met before. Granted, if you were long awake before your time now, then you've never ever crossed paths.

When you ponder though, a white line seeps into your mind. Your body, albeit shaking, remembers something you don't. It's an endless cycle of wanting to find out the reason, an itch you couldn't wait to scratch.

So why were you turning away from the door that leads you to the man you were waiting to meet?

“If you're not feeling well, we can reschedule.” Baizhi, after a long sigh, notices your plight, “Chief Xiangli Yao wouldn't mind.”

“N-no, I'm fine.” You breathe deeply, “I'm just...nervous.”

“Is this because of your body's reaction?” Baizhi asks.

“...yes,” you meekly admit, “I'm afraid I might not know what happens after we'd meet.”

“It's a normal response to stress. You either fight or flee from it. But if you tend not to face it, then how will you know the answer?”

You turn to look at Baizhi with flecks of tears in your eyes. She's right; if it's something that you've long wanted to do, yet still push it away, how will you understand what it is?

With one deep breath, you turn on your heel and push the door with wobbly hands. The sudden light blinds your eyes momentarily, before a series of tv screens face you.

A somehow medium-sized room, littered with tv screens and controllers. Dyed in the shade of blue, they gave you a calming feeling. But the target of today's agenda finally catches your eye.

A tall, blonde-haired man draped in blue, over with a white coat. You don't miss a grey-colored mechanical arm. His back faces you, but as soon as the door opens, you catch the sight of cerulean irises.

You hold your breath.

“Chief, we're here,” Baizhi announces, “I brought the rover as promised.”

And your heartbeat quickens.

Flashes of unnamed memories play in front of your eyes as the man approaches you. Even whispers of some distant memory begin to sing in your ear. When the principal investigator is in front of you and holds out his hand, the answer became clear as day.

“Hello, rover,” The pretty man greets, “It's finally nice to meet you. I've heard a lot of your feats.”

“...and I've heard a lot from you, too.” You manage to speak.

You notice the way your heart seems to leap out of your chest. Squeezing in the guise of yearning and anticipation, you could rip it out and present it to him if you could. Slowly reaching out until your hands reach, you feel tingly sensations from his touch alone.

“I am Xiangli Yao,” He said, warm cerulean eyes twinkling, “the Principal Investigator of Huaxu Academy.”

“...commanding for duty...”

“Xiang...lee...Xiangli,” You mutter, aware of the rush of ghost memories, “You can call me [Y/N].”

“...commandant...”

The sparkle in his eyes only intensifies. “[Y/N]. Have we...met before?”

“...we are the Gray Raven.”

“...No,” you softly smile, “But I would love to get to know you better.”

“Lee, welcome back.”

A sweet smile graces his lips. “As do I, then, [Y/N].”

“I'd love you in every universe,” the familiar voice whispers in your ear, flashes of the same cerulean eyes glancing at you, “as I long promised, Commandant.”

LOOK WHEN IS XIANGLI YAO RELEASED I NEED HIM (CARNALLY)

— starry down bad for lee/xiangli yao

i wrote this pre his reveal so sorri if it seems ooc kek but the fact stands that he is lee expy and i am gonna simp no matter what i love lee in every universe

SCREAMING CRYING

[ghostlynighty]

You want request?

Can I get uhhhh PtN Cinnabar (and/or Zoya) with a fem!chief (or gn) who is insecure about their body weight?

Zoya with sinner fem!reader who is insecure about their body weight.

parings : Zoya x sinner fem!reader

requested? : yup

warning(s) : talking about body insecurity, i might have not talked about it well in this fic, might be ooc zoya

uh hey there, thanks for the request! I decided to make reader a sinner since I would like to make chief her own character. I also only picked Zoya since I do not know much about Cinnabar yet. I hope that is okay.

also, please do tell me if i wrote anything wrong with this. making fics with these kinds of topics is really hard for me.

The monthly check up, the moment you don’t really like. It's where the MBCC would conduct a routine check up for all of the sinners to see if something is wrong. This monthly routine check up is mostly for sinners but staff get check ups too.

You are a sinner that has been arrested by the MBCC and unlike sinners who resisted, you did not. You are going to be locked up forever and be “used” by the chief sure, but at least the food is free and there is a not so comfy bed to sleep on. There are so many of these “routines” that the bureau conducts, one of them is this medical check up. This was no problem to you at the start, you actually wanted to know if something is wrong with you and is always compliant but as of the recent ones however, you started to feel nervous about this, anxious even. It's not like the doctors and staff abuse you, it's just that recently, you’re starting to feel a little insecure about yourself, especially with your body and weight. You guessed that being locked up alongside these beautiful sinners with amazing bodies made you like this.

Your girlfriend, Zoya, the commander of the Legion, has started to notice this. You no longer wear your usual outfit that shows your skin, you now wear sweaters and long sleeved clothes which is not a problem to Zoya, she finds you really adorable in these actually. Her only problem was, it gets very very hot in the bureau, especially in the afternoon when you and her would go to the outdoors area to hang out. Zoya noticed right away what the cause was and she was determined to let you know that you shouldn't be thinking about those things. 

At the moment, you were waiting in line for the check up, you tried hiding your anxiousness. You tried not to think about the doctors weighing you or only being in your undies while they check up on you.

Oh god, please make this stop-

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt someone pull you away and lead you to a room. Looking up, you saw that it was your girlfriend.

“Zoya? Why are we here?” Your body acted into its own accord, hugging Zoya to calm yourself down. Your girlfriend could feel how much you were shaking and instantly wrapped her arms around you.

“I saw you were having a hard time there, is everything okay?” Zoya asked you as gently as she could, knowing that this topic is sensitive to anyone who is going through this. Your girlfriend does not want to force you into telling her what’s wrong, but you can see from the way she looks at you that she already knows your trouble.

“I’m just…I just don’t feel…good?” You tried to tell her vaguely, hoping that she would get it immediately. Zoya pulled away from the hug, looking into your eyes.

“Babe, it's okay, you can tell me and if you don’t want to, that’s also okay. I just want to help you in any way I can.”

Closing your eyes with a deep breath, you released it all to Zoya. How you don’t feel confident in yourself and in your body anymore, how you think you’re so heavy and that you need to lose weight, everything. You told Zoya everything while she listened, wiping your tears from time to time.

When you were finished, you two just stood there, arms wrapped around each other.

“Look and listen to me, you are beautiful. You always have been. There’s nothing wrong with having a little weight, you know? Believe me when I say you’re so fucking hot. I mean, have you seen some of those sinners who look at you?” You chuckled, wiping your tears as you remember those moments when random sinners would flirt with you, making Zoya annoyed that she would always let them know that you are hers and hers only.

“I’m not really good at these, but what I’m saying is, there’s nothing wrong with you. You are perfectly fine, perfectly healthy and…perfectly beautiful.”

“Thank you Zoya and I’m sorry that I only told you about this now.”

“There’s no need to apologise, but know that I am always here, okay? Now let’s go for your check up. If you want, I can come with you during your turn.”

It took you a couple of seconds to reply, not believing that a violent person like Zoya could be so gentle with you. You grabbed her cheeks, placing a soft kiss on it.

“I would love that.”

[marley-manson]

I go on a lot about BJ's flaws because they're what make him interesting to me, but I gotta say I love to view Hawkeye, especially with regards to his relationship with BJ, as like... what's the right word? Stubborn? Judgemental? Take-charge (in a way that incidentally doesn't negate him being subby in bed but rather makes it a more interesting dynamic lol)? Demanding?

He leads and he automatically expects his friends to follow, and if they don't he'll make his judgy displeasure known. He's extremely empathetic towards people as a general rule but a typical exception is when they're his close friends and they go against his judgement or fail to meet his expectations.

Based on how I perceive Hawkeye's character as a whole, I would actually sum it up as Hawkeye getting a little irrationally upset when he's ignored as a presence, someone who has an effect in his friends lives.

I'm thinking of The Bus when BJ wants to include Frank in a conversation and Hawkeye snaps at him for it; or Hawkeye watching BJ standing politely for Margaret in The Gun and giving him a very pointed disapproving look; or the way he initiates his appendix scheme in Preventative Medicine without consulting with BJ at all, just assuming he'll go along with it; or the way BJ is able to goad him about the joke by not laughing at it in Dear Uncle Abdul; or the way Hawkeye gets upset when BJ doesn't join him in his outrage in Give Em Hell Hawkeye; or the way he accuses BJ of not being loyal in The Most Unforgettable Characters, or Commander Pierce even (though I think the latter ep is ooc in many ways, aspects do potentially fit this take on Hawk.)

Or, for non-BJ examples, arguably trying to convince Carlye to divorce her husband for him; getting mad at distant childhood friends when they don't humour his paranoia about his nightmares in Hawk's Nightmare; his judginess towards Borelli in The Consultant when he fails to live up to Hawkeye's first impression of him; there's a little moment in Private Charles Lamb where Trapper interrupts Hawkeye mid-joke and Hawkeye gives him such an irritated look lol...

And of course it's all largely a function of his role as a protagonist with very strong opinions: the anti-authority attitude as a cornerstone of the show, and the way he's almost always the one who initiates and takes the lead in the show's plotlines. And it informs his two closest relationships on the show, with Trapper and BJ both as followers to his leader.

There are plenty of examples of him following another's lead as well, since he's not someone who particularly cares about being in charge of anything - Carry On Hawkeye, his indifference to being Chief Surgeon in Chief Surgeon Who, Twas the Day After Christmas where he's completely checked out and doesn't care at all about the authority roleswap, his usual respect for Potter, BJ masterminding a few pranks, etc. It's not about needing to be an authority figure or being unable to switch to a more supportive role when the situation calls for it.

It's about needing to affect people, imo. It goes along with his urge to entertain, to be seen, to be enjoyed as a spectacle, because he too easily feels invisible as part of the army (The Interview). It fits his tirade against the army wanting them to blend into the background in fatigues, in Peace on Us. It works as the source of his outrage when his things are used without permission (Picture This, Follies of the Living with the clothes peg).

I'd say he hates being disagreed with, dismissed, ignored, or misunderstood to a somewhat irrational extent because it feels like being unseen, invalidated, invisible. Being stuck in the army, in a situation totally outside his control where he's viewed by the higher authorities as just a number definitely exacerbates it, but I think it's a part of his core personality.

Honestly, to get a little interestingly weird with it, I could even believe that part of the appeal of being a surgeon for him is the physical impact on people - the proof when he saves a leg or a life that he had his hands in someone and changed them. He does canonically use pretty unique and recognizable sutures after all.

This is mostly a headcanony take since I don't necesssarily think these nuances are really intended lol, and there are definitely plenty of moments that don't fit this vibe since Hawkeye is fairly well-rounded as a character and person overall. Sometimes he's more easy going and chill. It's more just me tying some patterns together in a way that I think makes sense with Hawkeye's character and the way he embodies the 'acting out in a warzone' theme.

And I don't think it's all flaws either - Hawkeye's force of personality is usually a virtue in the show. He does a lot of good with his refusal to back down, and his impact on people is probably pretty positive overall. If he inspires others to rebel more, question authority, be more true to themselves, be more openly emotional, etc, I think that's great.

But like, it's also kind of fucked up as an interpersonal dynamic, particularly with a more passive best friend who seems to often resent how much limelight Hawkeye takes up, and particularly in the army environment I think Hawkeye's urge to make himself seen, understood, and agreed with becomes pronounced to a pretty offputting degree at times. It leads to a very one-sided dynamic between him and his two best friends which imo is very interesting to explore.

[britannias-god-of-war]

Good day, Sir or Madame!

Welcome, noble souls, to the esteemed and most august communication channel of none other than Vice-Admiral Viscount Lord Horatio Nelson! Known far and wide as Britannia’s God of War, the gallant conqueror of the Nile, the resplendent victor of Trafalgar, and the vanquisher of countless foes upon the high seas!

I shall, with the utmost pleasure, welcome any inquiries and endeavour to respond with all due haste and diligence. Should I, in the rarest of circumstances, be unable to attend to your questions personally, rest assured, that they shall be addressed with equal care by my trusted companion and most esteemed Captain, Thomas Masterman Hardy (in blue).

Should you, by some curious twist of fate, have arrived at my mailbox in error, seeking instead to contact one of my honourable friends—or perhaps even a noble adversary—then I bid you to proceed to the appropriate channels without delay - see updated Napoleonic roleplay scene directory.

Manners maketh man! Do you know what that means? If not, see the Roleplay guide. It was meant for dealing with our dear deceased French, but rest assured that we Britons require the same level of decency!

God save you, Sir or Madame!

Faithfully yours

The Most Noble Lord Horatio Nelson,

Viscount and Baron Nelson, of the Nile and of Burnham Thorpe in the County of Norfolk, Baron Nelson of the Nile and of Hillborough in the said County, Knight of the Most Honourable Order of the Bath, Vice Admiral of the White Squadron of the Fleet, Commander in Chief of his Majesty's Ships and Vessels in the Mediterranean, Duke of Bronte in Sicily, Knight Grand Cross of the Sicilian Order of St Ferdinand and of Merit, Member of the Ottoman Order of the Crescent, Knight Grand Commander of the Order of St. Joachim.

The contents of this communication channel are curated by John Scott, secretary to the Admiral.

((OOC: This is a collab RP blog run by @neylo and @thistlesandstories - the historical accuracy is questionable, but we shall try our best. Feel free to submit any kind of question, but we reserve the right not to answer.))

[station-3-drama]

*the group of soldiers equip gas masks and meanwhile three soldiers equip shields* *Chief Scientist takes a slight interest in the cracked lightbulb but decides to explain the situation.* Chief Scientist: There are a collection of Explosive Beetles that crawl around the hallways, they hate the smell of Febreeze. We call those Subject 47.

Meanwhile, there’s an absurdly fast chicken lizard subject that made the Generator room its home.

*One of scientists walked nearbly amd shuddered at the mention of the chicken lizard.*

Commander: That one is designated Subject 27. One of our earliest squad groups managed to subdue it on the night of the attack.

Commander doesn’t

(a note appears, in a flash of green flame and burning pages. )

"I heard you need some help. I can spare like, one guy maybe. I can send the clone. If you don't mind some friendly fire. Give him food and maybe he can help in a fight. If you mostly need an engineer or medic, I can send one. Just give him some supplies and some backup and he can fix up anything you need. And if you want a jack of all trades, I could send the mercenary, but... Unless you got some gold lying around, I doubt he would help without you giving him a lot in exchange"

(it is signed with just a drawing of a stickman. How odd)

(@the-fort-official )

*Commander and Chief Scientist carefully inspect the message.*

Commander: The fortress needs repairs. The construction has been delayed numerous times from the ambushes and the jailbreaks.

Chief Scientist: But the extra muscle could protect us from future attacks. They’re beginning to coordinate their attacks, not to mention the amount of damage that Subject 31 has done.

Commander: I don’t trust the extra muscle. They’re offering ‘optional’ help, evidence of a wild card that could turn on us at any moment. They’re likely powerful enough to destroy us single-handedly.

Commander: The town needs to survive, Chief. Our government has abandoned us. The mayor is desperately trying to hold the town together.

Commander: I will not sacrifice some of our citizens to an uncaring maniac who’s only motivation is food.

Chief Scientist: So, will we pick engineer?

Commander: It will have to be an Engineer.

[lephamquynhnhu]

Panacea

Chapter 5: The last remnant of epics (Second Half)

Ending of the forgettable story (I)

Dan Feng x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS/ TAGS: The reader has a default name, OOC, mentioned blood, violence. (This is a work of fanfiction, events are not aligned or relevant to the original work)

Word count: 2k2

Summary: He met you on a drizzling day when hydrangea fully bloomed on its field. Amidst the sea of mild pastel petals, Dan Feng never thought the flowery domain that intertwined your fate was the precise thing withered with you. They said he was a dragon, a hero, a sinner, but never a person with love, hatred, sorrow, or joy like everyone else in this world. However, it was a demi-truth. He committed the cardinal sin because of you.

Note: Special chapter for 1st Lunar New Year <3 This chapter was supposed to be a whole text, yet I was immersed in writing and milking the last ounce of my grey matter into it, which resulted in unexpectedly long. Therefore, I broke it down into two posts, I hope you enjoy my story. Do you like...depression?

Devourers of Abominations' background story might have ended here if Yue Guang had not betrayed. Two members of the undead legion were exceptional organisms because they were neither humans nor monsters. The perfect duo in the Devourers team was a side study of Dr. Chen, and they appeared even before the project's initiating state. A boy was his lab homunculus, and a girl was a frozen embryo to play a backup vessel in case of the malfunctioning prototype. Nevertheless, he found another interesting topic and eventually decided to nurse them both. 

The chief researcher endowed life for his discreet study by infusing Yin-Yang cores from a dying heliobi into their bodies to operate the spinal cord instead of mini reactors. In addition to turning the children into black sheep, he implanted a conditional treacherous algorithm in their nucleus. Yue Guang also prudently falsified their memories before sending them to a backen refugee camp. Those children were then assigned to the 57th orphanage, and their registered names were Huang Yuan and Bai Lin. 

When Yaoqing recognized his malicious intrigue, it was too late because the project was running at its final phase, and Dr. Chen had already left with his incinerated research. According to their investigation, they suspected Chen Yue Guang was a Lord Ravager who infiltrated the research team to mess up with their project and cast chaos inside out. However, their assumption was a mere theory since Yue Guang had cleaned every piece of related data and disappeared as though he never existed. On the other hand, the Yaoqing's authorities could not abort Devourers of Abominations, or at least not yet. Not when the voluminous benefits the squad provided. Thanks to allocating their position at the frontline battlefield, the death toll and financial burden decreased significantly. Furthermore, those black sheep seemed not to awaken of their true essence.

In the developing phase of Devourers, the unsurpassed capability of Huang Yuan and Bai Lin quickly shone. Thanks to his sublime intelligence, Yuan became the leader of the Devourers of Abominations, who officially masterminded the strategy with their Commanders. As for their Vice-Captain, Bai Lin's martial arts talent bloomed excellently, and it excelled above her peers, which led to control of Wind Element. Due to her unparalleled potential, Bai Lin was the sole member who masterfully wielded Wrath of Mandala - a replica of one of the Three Grand Divine Weapons - the pride of the Artisanship Commission in Luofu. The team considered that invincible duo a bloodline, who functioned as Brain and Limbs. 

However, the wheel of fortune seemed to ruthless on the Vice-Captain since her illustrious expertise backfired on Bai Lin as the Yaoqing Authorities burdened her with a sinful mission. She had to kill every member who succumbed to Berserk because her precise swordsmanship always tore the accurate point of their mini-reactor as if Bai Lin possessed a causality reverse art. Therefore, the Vice-Captain's comrades could be released from the earthly hell and rest in peace, and the epithet "Bai Lin the tyranny" was born. Other divisions rumored she was a bloodthirsty monster who unhesitantly salvaged souls despite friends or foes on the battlefield.

Huang Yuan used to see her shedding tears after plundering a teammate's life, yet she stopped mourning ever since the fifth person and drank more instead. He did not realize Bai Lin's smile gradually quenched, and her eyes were getting darker with an unreadable expression until she confessed in a drunk state. 

"Perhaps I became a monster entirely. Don't you think so?" - the Vice-Captain still slumped with her head down, surrounded by spirit cans and metal mugs, which depicted a picture of solitude and depression. "I cannot cry for them nor feel grief anymore." 

Under the dim light of a cheap candle, burning wax noiselessly melted to flash a weak flicker upon the tent's panel. It was dark and gloomy, like the fate of Devourers of Abominations. Immersing in the dreadful silence, Bai Lin exhaustedly stared at her palm - all eyes were bloodshot yet arid. She wondered if the Galatic Trace started nibbling her tear ducts or if this mundane body transformed. Even though she attempted to rinse the evidence tainted with countless blood, the tarnishment perpetually lingered. 

"If I become a berserker, please kill me in the most atrocious method. I don't deserve a peaceful death." 

It was a miracle that Bai Lin remained sanity after suffering myriad hellish things. Is that a good thing to keep the Vice-Captain a humane butcher? Huang Yuan surmised he would never get an answer, so he muttered something and drank up his bottle instead. From reading the lip sing, she could tell it was Nonsense. 

"We are the marionette of fate from the beginning. No matter how far we run, Devourers of Abominations definitely meet their ends. Nevertheless, I wish to protect her smile in my last breath." - Huang Yuan closed his national secret. The suicide squad has already given too much of their childhood and happiness, even discarded their lives. In the future vision, there is no trace of their silhouette and the person who sold their soul like you deserved a better life. Looking at the High Elder's face, Huang Yuan effortlessly detected an ounce of tangled thought and elaborated abruptly.

"Truth be told, Dr. Chen algorithm us to betray the Alliance, yet an unexpected circumstance occurred, which resulted in an error code embedded in my core. That's why I regained the True memory, and I can assure you that Bai Lin won't rebel either. However, her memories stayed unchanged to prevent the information overload, and the side effect might cause her Deja vu." - The Captain said and brought his hand to touch his chest tenderly. Behind the cover of Yuan's uniform was a hollow ribcage since he had gouged his Yang core to neutralize your malicious code before requesting an audience with the Commander. 

Dan Feng only closed his eyes to inhale a long breath. White cranes embroidered in silver thread glide in sparkling glitter on every breathing rhythm as he reorganized events.

"Are you fond of her?"

Confronting with his sudden question, Huang Yuan cleverly avoided giving Imbibitor Lunae a direct response.

"We shared the same vital energy, so Bai Lin is technically the other me. As long as she is alive, my dream will go on. Uhm...thank you for sending us some fireworks, by the way."

Sunset feeding the dying light signed the beginning of RPF-910 Operation. Five remaining Devourers' members settled their assigned positions and marched forth. On their last mission, the kamikaze group split into three segments: Jia Xi held the East frontier and joined forces with him was the First Division of Xianzhou Xuling. His sacred duty at the stronghold was to resist the enemy's offensive attack and sacrificial defense. Irene controlled the airspace; her mission was to cover their rear and support firepower for the East swing. From the Forging Commission, you and Zi Wen were responsible for transporting the holy arrow of Reignbow Arbiter - the grace of Aeon Lan the Hunt to Reed Hill. As for Huang Yuan, the victorious key headed toward their blockage area by an underground dungeon alone.  

The Operation happened as planned, but things got out of control when your pair crossed an isolated lagoon. An abnormal magnetic field blocked the path and jammed all your signals. In addition to your dilemma, the designated transportation was not specialized in combat, so it barely got through. In order to pierce that hindered barrier, you had to turn on the Secondary armor, which was the sole defensive device to protect the chariot. After enduring a kilometer, you and Zi Wen escaped the magnetic field successfully. But alas, the challenge seemed the prelude as an enemy's maniple lay in an ambush while all controlling systems and supporting subsystems were incapable of functioning en masse. Their raven swings moved into a circular shape, obstructing the sky like a well-brim.

Upon that aghast scene, a robotic voice repeatedly warned of the forthcoming confrontation while error signals dominated every monitor. Gazing at the dazzling crimson alert blazed over the hatch, so there were limited options in this urging situation. As soon as you told Zi Wen to sit still and planned on leaving the cockpit, he suddenly pressed your shoulder, which caused you to stay in place. 

"Don't fight risky out there while you have comrades to lean on." 

You astonishedly swang your head toward him to see the scarlet hue illuminating his facial lines and dyed his worn uniform. Your irises squeezed when he mentioned the transportation's structure. The High Hope chariot was not meant for battle, yet it was made from an Abundance of abomination's corpse. As a result, there must be something you can take advantage of, and Zi Wen was astute to exploit.

"I felt glad when previewing its technical design last night." - He started dismantling some hardware at the center system - "Because this chariot originated from a living organism, its creator group has not eradicated essential parts yet. For demonstration, this stinger is an excellent example." Zi Wen pulled a bizarre tube from a messy web of colorful cords as he resumed his lecture.

"They linked it to the fuel tanks, and the buddy instills gasoline from there to metabolize into energy. Before transforming into a mechanical body, the abomination absorbed organic nutrition. Do you know what that means?" An astonishment emerged in the layer of thought as you recognized his alternative. However, they soon dismissed to make room for the dumbfoundedness surging on your face when Zi Wen showed a handmade steel ring that lay neatly in a square box.

"I planned on proposing Irene after this Operation ends, but I guess I miss the chance now. Can you help me convey the message?" - A faint smile tinged on Zi Wen's solemn visage; you did not comprehend why he could be that calm to ask that favor. In the end, you bitterly took the box from him, and a sting pain suddenly squeezed your left chest, which felt like someone plucked the heart out as your fingertip reached his will. That was the first time you learned what the pain is, but Zi Wen seemed fulfilled when his partner did so.

 "I leave the rest to you, Vice-Captain." 

Just as Zi Wen finished the sentence, he immediately pinned the stringer to his carotid, and the transportation sucked his life, only leaving a dry corpse beside you. After receiving the vital energy from a living creature, all systems progressively went green signs, the Secondary armor returned to its peak, and the transportation even repaired Endure Border on its own. You silently stored the box inside your inner pocket and twitched on the highest stats. A war cry vocalized when you pungently seized the steering wheel to charge the abounded enemy swarmed over, as dense as a shadow.  

"MY CHARIOT WILL RUN YOU DOWN LIKE A SHOOTING STAR."

The facts at Eastern Battlefront did not go positive when the opposite force hit hard on Jia Xi's swing, and the stronghold was in danger of falling. Their Commander ordered the First Division to withdraw behind to support Jia Xi and their Captains. Likewise, Irene hardly covered the rear as the enemy continuously attacked and kept her hands full, so drawing the foe's attraction from Jia Xi was the only thing she could do to unload his burden. Amidst those chaotic circumstances, the affair grew worse when a starskiff staggered on the dusted sky and released its firepower to the Alliance. Jia Xi's communication monitor abruptly switched on, only to find Irene wearing a half-broken mask, which revealed her grave expression. 

"They hijacked my starskiff and killed my partner, but I annihilated the hostility promptly. Please help me when I return to my position." The comms shut down instantly after she completed her favor, leaving him gazing at the specific starkiff desperately. 

Not long after you drove through their second barrier, a maximum explosion blasted midair, which caused your transportation to wiggle due to its winds. The High Hope chariot seemed severely devastated when sustaining two extreme ambiance; its engine sparked electronically, and the armor fumed smoke. Your comms suddenly received the connection request from the Eastern Battlefront; Jia Xi's features unstably materialized on the grain monitor. His complexion looked horrendous, and his hair matted with blood as he condensed the happenings. 

"...Therefore, I shot down her starskiff." - He clenched his teeth to press the outcome. Whenever a member of the Devourers of Abominations project showed any betrayal, other teammates must eradicate those treacherous components, regardless of whether intentional or unintentional. The explosion from Irene starskiff was a kind of atomic bomb that had a biological detonator; in this case, their mini-reactors played the role of activating the bomb. 

An agonizing countenance disappeared as quickly as it came when Jia Xi settled the device beside him to lean on a tottering barricade. The frontier was derelict because all soldiers received the order to retreat to the fortress, and Jia Xi stayed to complete his mission. With this strategy, they could repel the enemy's offensive for a remarkable time to reallocate the forces and accept the reinforcement. 

 "I...no, we leave the rest to you. Glory to the Xianzhou." 

Before losing your signal, a big smile decorated his face that shone brighter than the golden flash shimmered on Jia Xi's figure. A nameless daisy in front of the monitor lightly swayed along the wind's accord was the curtain of Eastern Battlefront. 

You astoundedly fixed your eyes on the screen that are now black-and-white grains. 

[ask-lute]

Clearing his throat, he walked up to her and politely tapped on her shoulder.

Supreme Commander? Do you have a minute for me? Yes? Thank you.

Small cough.

Let me introduce myself, Dmitry, special correspondent abroad and military correspondent of the "HT" media agency, "Hell Today".

He showed his press ID.

If you don't mind, let's move on to the topic of conversation.

He took out a notepad and pen.

Let me voice the questions asked to our agency by our viewers, readers and listeners, as well as official questions from HT. So...

Opened notepad.

First. What is your view on possible future confrontations between Hell and Heaven?

Second. Could you explain why you don't use more modern weapons than spears and swords? Because the editor-in-chief of our newspaper does not understand, this would be much simpler and would involve fewer sacrifices of Exterminators.

Third. Since you, the Supreme Commander-in-Chief, are currently acting as the Supreme Commander-in-Chief in connection with the tragic death of Adam, could you please tell me if any changes in tactics, strategy, equipment, or even in the very essence of your special forces of the Heavenly Armed Forces are planning or already made?

Small chuckle.

If I may call Exterminators' army "special forces of Heaven's Armed Forces".

Fourth.... Hm?

He raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a slight smile.

This and several subsequent questions came from our audience. Don't misunderstand them, Supreme Commander, you are also a living being, and they are interested in knowing your opinion on things that are less related to military issues. If you don't mind, of course. So....

Fourth. Apples or pears?

Fifth. Your favorite author/poet?

Sixth. Favourite film/show/series?

Seventh. Favourite musician/album/song?

(ooc: P. S.: sorry for possibly bad English, it's 23:40 here and my brain may not be braining enough. and also sorry for enormous amount of text, I'm just not used to short questions. They don't seem suitable for a blog like yours, Lilith. Love you, your idea and good luck in everything you do! <3)

Hello, that...is quite a lot of questions you have for me.

1. I am not worried, we have maintained order for millenia, there is no reason to expect differently.

2. Modern weapons would be like using a gatlin gun for a cockroach. The other exorcists and I prefer the hunt. Though recently we have been making contingencies.

3. Yes, tactics will be changed, we are planning more sophisticated strategies. And I suppose that descriptor is accurate.

4. Oranges, I'm not a fan of apples or pears and prefer citrus fruits.

5. Favorite author is Miyamoto Musashi, favorite poet?... Probably Dante Alighieri or Carl Sandburg.

6. Currently I am watching lots of shows dealing with war histories.

7. Hmm I suppose it would be Bad Religion, favorite song... Skyscraper...the acoustic version.-🗡

((💜-Lilith))

[ratasum]

4, 5, 6, and 13 for the multiple commanders ask! (@where-is-caithe)

Multiple Commanders AU Ask game

4. Did they have different responsibilities in the Pact?

They kind of did, but mostly in the sense that they'd usually split up to do different tasks based on availability or, sometimes, on skill (for example, Vezz figured Garrus should stay with Trahearne on the airships since he's a decently skilled tactician. More often than not, Oaklinna was with Garrus (and by extension Qirri) while Vezz and Rissia stuck together. This grew less frequent the closer Oaklinna got to Trahearne, where she spent most of her time traveling with him.

The biggest difference was Qirri, since though she's adjacent and typically is found traveling with the commander at any given time, she's instead the krewe chief of a small krewe with Taimi.

5. Did all of them, only a few, or just one of them go through the dungeon storylines?

Vezz went through the dungeon storylines! I like to think after the early ones, since for most of that, he was still acting on Zojja's behalf in an attempt to drag him out of the mire he found himself in after leaving the Inquest (though he'll tell you she conscripted him) Rissia was with him for late game ones, as they really only started traveling together after Claw Island.

Which is OOC me dragging @wall-legion kicking and screaming through dungeons with me.

6. Did they chase after Caithe together or was one/were some on the airship with Trahearne during the start of HoT?

Answered here! Though I did clarify with @wall-legion that Garrus was in fact on the airship with Oaklinna and Qirri, so that's a definite there.

13. Who was on the airship that crash landed in Cantha?

It was my friend's Garrus! This was after Oaklinna had left (she'd stepped down following everything in HoT and Trahearne) and Vezz and Rissia had officially retired, so he's really our only official commander currently left for the current moment.

Though in all fairness, he was there because Qirri had asked him to come as a favor. Since she's the Dragonwatch Krewe chief, she sees Gorrik as partly her responsibility, so she had gone with him to make sure he stayed safe on Taimi's behest.

Garrus was there for moral support/backup, and as a result, they both wound up getting crashed into Cantha.

[dutyworn]

Garrus is Wren's second in command starting shortly after his recruit in ME2, on default, and during all of ME3 that he's a part of the crew meaning since Palaven (ME1 is Pressly, like in canon; she's too new to being in command of an entire ship to question the order of command). If your muse is literally Miranda, since she's canonically ME2 second in command, I will for our interactions, keep it as Miranda, on default. If your muse is Garrus, I won't assume he's in this position unless you tell me that's fine. If your muse is not canonically Shepard's XO, but for your portrayal in roleplay default they are, it's still going to be Garrus unless we plot it out ooc, and it has to make sense from Wren's point of view. Her second in command needs to be both someone she trusts to go by her values and trusts her life with, and someone with experience in leading a team. Garrus is, by default, her best friend, as an NPC. He also has leadership experience as Archangel, the game canonically recognises him as having leadership qualities during the suicide mission, and he's never had an issue following her lead, meaning she trusts him to do what she would do, not act as an XO by his own values, in the case of clashes. Please don't be offended if I keep it as Garrus. Obviously, this only applies to Wren; if we're interacting on my other muses, and your muse is Shep's second in command by default to your portrayal - canon or not, I will default my muse to it as well, as we're writing with a vague Shepard, rather than my Shepard. Same goes for verses where Wren is not in the "Shepard role". I am not the authority on who Shepard picks as her XO, I'm only the authority on who Wren picks. Nine times out of ten, unless your muse is canonically XO, I will keep it as Garrus. I don't mean this to disrespect your headcanons, I just... don't think it's fair to ask me to modify my muse for their sake, either, seeing as it is Wren, who makes that decision, if she is Commander Shepard in a verse. Also, how much your muse means to her, how close they are, has nothing to do with this decision. She might be best friends with your muse, in a relationship with them, your muse might even meet the requirements (goes by Wren's values, Wren trusts her life with them, leadership experience) and it will still be Garrus nine times out of ten because it will probably make sense to her portrayal.

I love Miranda. But it'd be out of character for Wren to not take control of the Normandy enough to demand she names her own second in command, and they do start off kind of rough; she doesn't trust Miranda until later, until her loyalty mission and knowing her better, by default. Like I love Miranda but my default for them becoming actual friends is around Miranda's loyalty mission; but they do become friends. This is not about character hate, it's about what's in character for Wren. And as I said, when I interact with Miranda blogs, I will default to Miranda being in her canonical position, as I don't wish to undermine other muses' canon at all. (In this case insert Cerberus bullshit as the reason why she can't appoint Garrus to XO.)

I use the EGM and Spectre Expansion mods for ME3 along with heavily modding the ending, and I believe it's EGM that adds it, but like I can assign positions on the ship, and I have Garrus, canonically to my gameplay for Wren, as her second in command on the third game.

Also, Tali is appointed Chief Engineer when a part of the crew, in place of Adams. But the rest is more or less in flux for roleplay purposes (mainly because fuck if I know what half of the full manifest even means lol I am really pretending I know what the fuck I'm talking about most of the time here)

I will not, ever, fuck with your muse's military rank. If you say your muse has a different rank than canon? I will roll with it. I will support it one hundred percent. I love diverging from strict canon. A muse's rank isn't Wren's business. It's simply a matter of who she would appoint to an important position on her ship. Same goes for squadmates becoming Spectres. I mean it when I say I'm super flexible with things, as long as I can make it make sense for Wren's portrayal. Like, if your muse needed a Shepard recommendation to being appointed a Spectre. 99 out of 100 safe to say I can make it make sense she would. If your portrayal is insistent on some big choice in the game Shepard makes being different to my default worldstate. I can most likely make it make sense as well. For example: No. I will not make it where she wants the geth destroyed rather than to have the quarians make peace with them. However, I will make it where she tried but failed. We're not limited to what's possible in the games, here, people. Give it an external factor that made the attempt fail. If it's about her values. Her words. Her emotions. Her opinions. I won't compromise who Wren is for the sake of someone else's muse. I will, however, gladly compromise the actual events. Bring in new factors. Make shit fail, outside of her control. Make her make mistakes, even.

But things where it's directly her decisions. If your muse, who canonically is not already Shepard's second in command, in your portrayal is? And you want to keep it that way for our interactions? She still would, most likely, ask Garrus first. Maybe your muse was her second choice, maybe we can justify that for her, maybe Garrus as an NPC simply did not agree to the position. I am flexible. But I am flexible in "third factor" kind of ways. Not in Wren's... self.

[gen-washington]

❛  i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit.  ❜ - Child! Marie-Louise

(ooc: I think Georgey would be the perfect foster dad for little Marie - of course if you want to)

Eyes widen with surprise that melts into compassion. "Thank you, sweet child. You have an eye for fashion." He offers her a smile, that quivers slightly when he thinks that to her he is probably dressed as finely as a king.

The thin shape of the child before him utterly breaks his heart. Just thinking of the hunger, cold and fear that she faces every day makes him wish to change her fate immediately. Washington is not yet Commander in Chief, not yet a General, but a plantation owner with a large house and money to spare. And had he not had all that he would still have found it in his heart to offer what means he had to help this little girl off the streets. Worryingly George realises that she should not wander alone in the town, speaking to strangers, and would most likely not do that if she had a choice. "Tell me little one, where is your family?"

@marie-louise-baskerville

[azul-ocean24]

skellagirl:

downtown-coolsville:

its-not-junk-its-art:

whereyougoingslugger:

its-not-junk-its-art:

whereyougoingslugger:

anniehughes:

Kent…..you really are annoying.

OOC: Other nicknames in Kent’s irritating nickname list include: Tiger, Bucko, Kiddo, Captain, Commander, Sarge, Soldier, Punk, Zippy… the list goes on and on.(By the way: Annie I’m hurt.)

OOC: Don’t forget Bud, Big Guy, Ace, Fella, Sharp Shooter, Chief, and Scamp!

OOC: Colonel, Gangster, Doc, Fighter, Killer, Hero, Shorty, Short-Stuff and…..(Wolf?)

OOC: Shark, Little Man, Bossman, Mister Bossman, Sonny, Eagle Eyes, Private, Lieutenant, and of course, the ever immortal “Hog Hug.”

YES. This is beautiful.

Oh wow oh gee there’s an Iron Giant RP group omg

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, LANGLEY. 🌑

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Jessica age: 26 pronouns: she / they ooc contact: causalitymark on twitter other characters in xc: Raven (Path to Nowhere), Mai Zenin (Jujutsu Kaisen), Sonetto (Reverse: 1999)

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Langley age: 42 pronouns: she / her series: Path to Nowhere canon point: Post-Chapter 13 app triggers: Assassinations, murder, war

personality: 

A war criminal, a lapdog, a “cold-blooded Melanosuchus”... Langley has been called many names throughout her life, but the one trait that has managed to stick throughout them all is a fear of her. Known for her ruthlessness, Langley will see that a goal, or as is often the case, a target, is met with finality. To her, no cost is too steep for the right cause. Anything that stands in the way of her course is set to be removed.

  On the other hand, those who have bonded with her will describe her as someone who ensures they are cared for. A kind person. In a world with perpetually winding turns, with psychic phenomenons overwhelming masses, catastrophes wiping out populations, and authorities who hold the sole pen over history, Langley provides a sense of safety to those taken under her wing. She finds no use in wasting the lives of good men and treats treats them as companions rather than pawns.

  Beyond these two sides of her, Langley as an individual is cunning, devoted, humorous, loves to break the rules and leaves all the paperwork for her subordinates to fill out. She’s quite lazy.

something your muse struggles with: Flexibility. Langley is an extremist who is unwilling to stray from her path once she’s decided even if she’s walking towards her death.

your muse’s greatest strength: Loyalty, and a desire to see world change.

history / background: 

  Born in Paradeisos, a young and defiant Langley had quickly escaped its suffocating grasp by enlisting in the military. She soon rose towards the highest rank of the navy as an admiral with her own fleet to command. All of that would change when BR-003 broke out during the navigation observatory incident, awakening Langley as a Sinner. The first use of her newfound power was pointed towards the peace negotiator of the war at that time, whom she insisted on killing in spite of orders.

  Records say that she had been court-martialed but no punishment had been established preceding her employment as the Head of the 9th Agency, an intelligence network working directly under Paradeisos. That is where the trail grows cold, and any other information related to her has been classified.

  After Chief wipes out BR-004 and is detained for interrogations, Langley uses her authority to release them in exchange for delivering them to BR-001, the first and most potent of all recorded Black Rings. Before Chief delves in, Langley presses her gun against the back of their head and places a Causality Mark on them, stating that she gives them liberty to do as they please, that she pardons their secrets, but will ensure this bullet finds its way inside their head should they ever endager DisCity. 

  With that, Chief sets out to successfully wipe out BR-001, earning Langley’s approval. In that time, Langley had also made arrangements to place MBCC under the 9th Agency’s authority and now oversees Chief as their superior.

  After a little more than a year passes, Langley herself is deployed within the re-awakened BR-002 to kill Parma, a target she had set her sights on for a long time. She turns her aim towards the rest of the Underground, meanwhile guiding her dearest subordinate, Chief, along their course among Paradeisos.

powers / abilities:

CONDITIONAL CAUSALITY: Langley is able to predict the conditions necessary to ensure her bullet hits any target marked with Causality. This, of course, may only be achieved if she fulfills all conditions.

inherent abilities: 

SINNER: A Sinner carries superior physiology to the ordinary human, allowing them greater physical strength and faster regeneration of their body.

items / weapons: 

PISTOL: It’s a shiny silver pistol that’s been customized to all hell to suit Langley’s tastes.

CANE: It’s a shiny silver cane with four snake ornaments coiled at the head, no of course it’s not a weapon, why would you think that? She’s an intelligence agent, not an assassin for goodness’s sake.

Here are the following features of her cane:

Darts coated in ricin. One of the ornaments acts as the trigger.

Knife. Slotted between the mechanism which shoots darts and the exterior, this is activated by pushing down on the head of the cane and retracts by pressing down on a surface that is greater than 5 on the Mohs Hardness scale.

Grappling hook. Also activated by a trigger, this sends the snakes sprawling into a four-pronged hook.

Mobility, for actual limping on her part.

starting ability: Conditional Causality

starting item: Cane

extra:

she is trans, and also so beautiful, and so scary, and my dream woman

i’m sorry there’s so much packed into the cane, i promise she rarely uses it for anything other than her messed up leg

discord id: 9thagency

[mvsicinthedvrk]

Was that [XUAN LU]? Oh no no, that was just [QI YAN/QIYAN AGULA], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [JING WEI QING SHANG/CLEAR AND MUDDY LOSS OF LOVE]. They are [TWENTY FOUR] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. {ooc: ollie}

i’m nothing if not predictable so here’s another webnovel character obsessed with revenge (see: he xuan, see: wen kexing, lmao) except it’s a slightly different flavor this time! nice.

how long has your character been here

a couple of months by the start of 2023. long enough to get situated.

what is your character’s job?

she has recently been hired as the assistant to the white house chief of staff, jin guangyao :)  

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

about two years into her marriage to nangong jingnu!

has any magic affected your character

no! other than that i aged her up by a couple of years.

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know:

originally named qiyan agula, her father claimed she was a boy at birth for political alliance reasons. agula was raised as the Prince of the grass plains, and she’s got the wolf tattoo on her chest to prove it, which signifies that she would have been the next khagan of the chengli tribe (equal to the status of an emperor). the northern tribes are mongolian-coded, which is what i’m going with.

unfortunately her whole tribe, including her father and mother and younger sister, got massacred by the wei emperor’s army to the south, so with a little prompting from a ~mysterious masked figure~ she made it her mission to destroy the entire wei kingdom. that is what she has been working towards. she took on the identity of a deceased wei boy, qi yan, and has been living under that name for some time once she moves south.

even though she consistently disguises herself in masculine clothes in canon, and actually medically altered her body with historical fantasy medicine so that she can (in some ways) physically look like a biological man, she still identifies as a woman.

“bear with it, wait for it” is her learned motto. she is very patient when it comes to watching long-term plans set in motion.

on one hand, qi yan thinks she’s a lot more intense than she actually is. she’ll do something ridiculously nice and kind for someone and then as soon as she’s alone she’ll think “😡this is the last time i do something good for the wei people! soon i will kill them all !!!!” because she is partly DEEP in self-delusion 

on the other hand, she has also definitely done some things (and is willing to do some things) that are typically considered morally evil, no grey about it. and she’s not apologetic about it, either. she is not an anti-hero, she is technically a villain and the antagonist of the book, while also being the romantic lead. 

more fun facts about qi yan! 

she has a literal telepathic affinity with horses, which is very funny in a number of situations. 

she’s great at calligraphy and her pen name is “the hermit shepherd.” 

she looks like a frail scholar, has the constitution of a sickly victorian child, and falls ill literally every other week. but she also feigns illness all the time for various reasons so it’s sometimes hard to tell if it’s real or fake lmao

she was commanded to marry the princess nangong jingnu. this was not, in fact, part of her plan, and derailed her significantly. she is a lesbian, but at the point where i’m pulling her from, her wife is under the assumption that she is a man. also, her wife is the future empress of the kingdom that qi yan needs to destroy. it is a messy situation. 

i am obsessed with her

[marinehero-a]

     Will simply casually father or adopt several world-class outlaws

[counselorlake]

independent , non-sel , 18+ | star trek original character & & species

Commander Lake is the USS Enterprise's chief counselor , roughly set in Star Trek New Worlds , but can feasibly be at any point in Star Trek continuity , just let me know !

BIO . OOC . ALKALIANS .

Star Trek Roleplayers Directory

Several of these have been going around, but none of them seem to be updated regularly anymore, so here is a new one. It includes filters for sorting so it’s easier to find people. However, in order to make this directory work as intended, I’ll need your help in getting information.

The directory is HERE. If you follow this blog, you can also get updates when new people are added.

Who can be added?

canon Star Trek characters

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Multimuse blogs! This will be set up by character, so if you want to be on the list, I’ll need this information for every Star Trek muse you write, please. (If you have too many to reasonably add in a single comment, feel free to reblog the post and message me instead.)

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