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Hi there! Could i get some masc/neu names and some usernames with themes of glitches / computer viruses / malware? Sort of like spam emails or general computer viruses. Sorry if this is too specific or even too vague lol! Have a good time zone either way!
Hello! You absolutely can, here you go :)
Names
💾. Chip 💾. Cecil 💾. Link 💾. Rex 💾. Pixel
Users
💾. malwaremakeout 💾. yougotmalware 💾. deadlydata 💾. virusvirtue 💾. whoopsallspam
Requests are open!
#bingo shut up#bingos stuff#otherkin#otherkin community#kin help#kin requests#computerkin#computer kin#virus kin
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Answer to Bond 10 line.
#|| The mun's art things ||#tbt;#FGO#Assassin#Okada Izo || A Saber amongst Shadows#Okada Izo#Kiomi Zaiachi#Kiomi Zaiachi || De Facto Magus#virusvirtue#And your wounds will be his scars ❖ So won't you remember when the night comes? (Izo & Kiomi)#Somehow.#I made a random sketch and it ended up like this.#My muses believe all I have for them are bad endings and bad routes. The nerve.#I make nice things every once in a while.#She was so appalled by Takechi returning to Tosa and leaving Izo to hide all by himself in Kyoto while running away from authorities#Having no one to help him and having no where to return to#Kiomi made a promise to herself that she wont let anything like that happen to him again.#That so long as she was alive Izo will always have somewhere to return to.#When surviving has more meaning than just having to deal with survivor's guilt. She can put up with it. Staying alive a little longer.#For the sake of something important.#Kiomi subconsciously also putting on her sexy face. And voice. Lol.
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@virusvirtue & @originlist | Uncle Caligula
UNCLE I’M BEING USED AS BAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#���XI】❝Oh fuck me not this guy again❞ (crack).#virusvirtue#originlist#【IC REPLIES】❝Fading away unanswered I turn off the lights❞.
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Caring for Sick Muses - Accepting
@virusvirtue asked: ‘ i know it tastes bad, but it’ll help you. ’ (strawberry cookie @ ink)
Strawberry is probably right, but that doesn’t stop Inky from curling up into a large, black ball, their face - and, most importantly for cough syrup avoiding purposes, their mouth - hidden from the other cookie’s proffered teaspoon.
“No ... It’s ... yucky ... Don’t want ... ” They cough. “Will be ... fine.”
// Thank you! Please ask before continuing.
#memories fade into emptiness. ( I N K Y )#welcome to the show. ( I C )#cookie jar. ( V )#i guess i really just wanted to talk to you. ( A S K S )#virusvirtue#hey there to my future self. ( Q U E U E )
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@virusvirtue said: they are a deadly combo, change my mind
nagayoshi: [ covered in the blood of his enemies and going ham on the battlefield ] everyone else: oh my god oni musashi we’re so scar-- kichō: [ also covered in the blood of her enemies and also going ham in the fight ] HELL YEAH MORI !!!!!!!
#εїз *゚ / ❝ naur not this one ❞ ( ooc. )#virusvirtue#imagine u r a master and u see one of ur servants throwing another one at enemy to make their hp to 0 like what do u do#any criticism of mori is invalid to her. in both mortal life and as a servant tbh.
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"I see your power, overwhelming." (diarmuid)
“TCH. Good to know you have functional eyes, mongrel.” Gilgameš, beleaguered with things unworthy of his gaze and bereft of those that might salve his boredom, casts the hyperborean scarlet of his gaze from the upgutted arena to the blood-soaked horizon, now crone and GRISLY-GREY with heaves of pulverized marrow and bone. From apsu-borne creation to cataclysm, making catacombs out of cathedrals, destruction is an easily played song upon the carnelian-shorn flutes of one who has made game of war and war a game, UTTER annihilation an assurance to those whom found themselves at the receiving end of his phantasma as numerous as the gilded stars. But this was but the crushing of measly flies (pest control), a mere fraction of the full howls of his might —the death of insects are nothing worth acknowledging, nor marveled like a bright-eyed child at easily-wrought grotesquerie. ‘Twas drab, dissatisfying.
Glaives and sovnyas and maces lift like sepulchral spectres to obelisks from the husks of METAL-SLAUGHTERED carcasses, the nanosecond journey back to his pristine coffers purifying them of the peon’s blood which deigned to bathe their steel. The King shoves his hands in his pockets, a huff, like susurrus of molten magma hissing from the Earth’s igneous core, escaping him and searing the outer world as though it may delight him with its cinders. Though he turns not to the Lancer, still intent on leaving his sight pristine of all aberrations, the sovereign’s words are natheless meant for him, rife upon the ennui of one whose desires had not been slaked. “You speak of power, yet yours remains to be seen.”
A BORE, this place seemed to be rife with them.
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@virusvirtue offers up kanata like simba//
❝ You look a bit dorky but you’ll do a decent reindeer. C’mon, we got a lot of work ahead of us. ❞
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"graìnne, caster class. it's a pleasure to meet you, master." the brunet greets with practiced grace & a small curtsey, the perfect picture of a princess that she once was in life.
The summoner is at her usual state of doing - picking off any dirt that she can find on herself and flattening the wrinkles of her long gray skirt. Keeping herself busy with handiwork to avoid her growing anxiety. After all, she had ran all the way here from the garden amidst working It is all she can do as she awaits for - - -
"Whenever you're ready, Sophie-san," a disembodied scratchy voice - one of Chaldea's staff - addresses her. Her acknowledgment comes with a gentle hand wave at her side, palm flat and steady as if nothing wants to affect the wind. Shoulders stiff and tall, she takes small steps to the center, barely audible and resonating through the room.
One would call it another "test trial" when she entered the summoning area. Others would call it a "risk," which she wouldn't dispute. Benefits and consequences seem to have no significant advantage over another in her record books. Impossibilities gained chances status, but she reminds herself that those chances became curses from either her presence or actions alone.
From an origin so terribly desecrated to the point of amnesia to containing a beast of Gaea into a class, little usefulness can be extrapolated from her doings, and that was only the first two accounts on her growing list of eccentricities.
However, one's duty outweighs personal grievances. No matter the qualms and fears that plague the young woman's mind, work must be achieved. She must fulfill the goal of the many. As is the way of life back then, it continues with her now. A commodity remains a commodity - a stasis for both order and stability.
But someone has to do it, or there won't be a thing done. Excuse turned mantra, that was the way of Sophie. It is the constant word in her mind. It is an inescapable fate but a necessary one.
"At your word." She finally speaks. Her fingers adjust her rolled-up sleeves, speckled with dirt, to then check her bandaged forearm—all before she balls them at her side. Stay still.
The master candidate folds her hands together. The final word is given, and she readies herself, parting her lips, ready to play her part.
Do your part. Return to your role. Keep it together. Wait until it is over. Any emotion unproductive is a wasted second. She was taught young and well that. Her parents made sure of that. How else would they have such an obedient child that they could perhaps be proud of?
She takes a soft inhale, looking ahead. If something goes wrong, all I need to do is turn it all off. Wait and be patient; just let it all go by. If what I'm feeling is making it worse, I can turn it off. A splintering emotion or thought could easily spell disaster.
Aria nor chant would leave her - only brief inquiry to the beyond. Voice weaved with magic; it seemed to seep and slip itself into everything. It will latch, pull, change, and tear apart as she knows it to. If she believed that her prayer would be answered or a God would listen to her, she would ask for her magic not to do such cruel things. As she assumes, fewer words mean lesser chances of interference and better results.
A growing pressure begins in the room, and she holds her place, threads of copper hair gently blowing in the ever-increasing winds forming at the center. A muted green reveals the riveting shapes of pressure rising from the ground, spreading through the room. It dissipates at first as if the autumn wind blowing through a moonless night allows decaying leaves to dance.
Lips part, her hands untangle from another. The wind blows between the slivers of her fingers, the faint emerald breeze untouchable but beautiful to watch. And a slow exhale releases from her lips. The passing winds now stained with silver traces at the tips---
Centered vortex begins growing and growing upwards, the breeze now a growing current. There isn't anywhere she may go and she remains rooted to her position. Stay still.
Before her, a phantom outline reveals itself to her - long flowing hair that could reach the air also dances in the wind like Sophie's own braid. The touches of green in the air soon begin to dye a larger flowing object over the human shape - it grows and takes form of a long skirt.
A mimic of a human, only a copy of the original, a Servant is, by the definition of its creators, a tool crafted and made by history, memories, and the people themselves. What record would this person have? What has humankind remembered this grand figure to be - or what has humankind done to warp them? These are only but the beginning questions Sophie keeps to herself. But something tears away her focus.
A fragile light - she sees it at the corner of her right eye. Nothing was behind her. But was there something underneath her--?!
Quick glance down and expression stoic still, but her lips almost frowning from confusion. From the breast pocket of her charcoal gray vest was three thin green stems, belled yellow blossoms sticking out at their respective ends. A five-petaled beauty, a memory of a world outside where meadows and meadows of it and dandelions and daisies would flourish.
Oh -- I hadn’t finished planting the last buttercup seeds before I was requested here. Why did it --?
What was once a phenomena - a bizarre illumination - is but only normal buttercups now. But their bulbs now helpless in the wind before Sophie places them away. Soon the windows had stopped- the summoning only taking less than a minute to complete..
Alas, when she looks up again..
Silence fills the room as it does Sophie.
Doe-eyed woman fairly shorter than herself, waves of moose brown flowing down her back, is before her. A once invisible shape now given body as it imitates breath and heartbeat, A gown of rich emerald she is adorned in while her porcelain hands are flat at either side of her - a small performance of control and power as if quelling the once turbulent winds filling the room.
Muted green eyes finally reach Sophie’s dull brown irises, a standstill in the fated meeting between the summoned and summoner; the relaxed and poised woman is greeted by sober and strict face.
"Graìnne, caster class. It's a pleasure to meet you, Master." It is finally broken by formal introduction.
Lady Grainne, the princess who hadn’t allow obligations get the better of her. Whose hand, promised by her father, High King Cormac ua Cuin, to another was once bound by oath. Yet it was her own hand that moves from that path the moment he eyes befallen for another - an unexpected wedge into expected customs and duties of her status. Be it because of charmed mark on a young man’s face -- I doubt it, because who else would think to run away together if it’s one-sided -- or a moment of impulse, they took another and ran away. Tragedy began the moment they laid eyes on another and curiosity made the worst of them.
One thing is certain....
Even the stories could not contain the full beauty you've inspired for their scripts.
Following suit, Sophie’s left arm folds behind her back and she genuflects forward and reciprocates the curtsy. She raises her chin watching as the princess returns to form. Her serving hand reaches for the other's commanding hand - scarred and weathered versus pristine and proper. Not going to grab it, but still an offering if they wish to make contact.
"Lady Graìnne, welcome back to the world. The pleasure is all mine for you have answered my call." Jaded eyes soften as she finally speaks, straightening back her posture. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sophie Hatter, a master candidate belonging to Chaldea - the very place we stand in.”
#( checkbooks inquiries and much ; answered asks )#( verse: night air ; silver traces ; boundless breadth ; betwixt self and unknown | master )#virusvirtue#[ in which soph accidentally makes a catalyst :^) ]#[ also tyvm gore for your dohter ; i hope she enjoys her new lady-in-waiting -- I mean summoner ]
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@virusvirtue commented : guess she won't mind if jason makes himself room in her blanket cocoon. both of their body heats will double the warmth!
There were no complaints to be had at all since it was Jason. Nix was more then happy to move in order to make room for the beloved Saber.. Though she decided the best way to do that was to move onto his lap, resting against his chest. “I feel much warmer now. Thank you, Jason~.” And he got a kiss on the cheek as well.
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he's officially on caligula's shit list for messing with his beloved niece. hope you like being constantly tailed by a berserker, tanba.
"I adore fans of all kinds! Even rabid ones! Maybe if this one's lucky, I'll sign something for them, too, like an auto-whatyoucallit-graph thing." Likely one signed in the Berserker's own blood, if anything.
#tanba vc: it's so nice being soooo wanted by everyone 😊😎#tanba vc: the perks of being the best!!!#;bury the tongue between the teeth (answered asks);#virusvirtue#(caligula)#//OKAY BUT RESPECT ON CALIGULA. WE ALL FEEL YOU MAn JHDFSSGJFHS
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@virusvirtue ( Mori ) ll Okita SC
“I heard you were trapped in a metal suit” It’s a half-hearted attempt at bantering at best - only driven by the fact that Okita knew they’d have have to work together at some point if they were to help restore humanity.
“Must have been hard. Technology is an awful thing, isn’t it?”
It’s a jab not made out of a playful nature, but contempt. She knew how much Nobunaga had relied advancements for her campaign of terror, after all.
#Okita this isn't even a real attempt#can you stop being bitter towards people you've never met for 0.5 seconds you're awful#virusvirtue#Cherry Blossom Saber [ Okita ]#Servant Manifestations [ Threads ]#v; Chaldea
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@virusvirtue said:
🍫 (teach your good friend iskandar about these strange customs he's confusion)
pocky pocky game || no longer accepting
Shouldn’t the Grail handle these matters? It certainly gave Servants necessary knowledge to exist well enough in the modern era, but it clearly didn’t cover cultural specific information. Eyeing the box of Pocky held out to him, the Caster all but snatched it from Iskandar’s hands and sulked, trying to figure out how he was going to go about explaining the entire game to someone like the other. “It’s... a game. Not a video game, but a game two people play together with the biscuits.” Perhaps he could have made it like a lesson and break it down into simple steps and explanations to paint a better, and less embarrassing, picture.
Opening the box, Waver held up one of the sticks by the unfrosted end, pointed to the opposite end. “You see,” he began, his scowl ever present despite how it began to resemble more of a pout than anything else. “One person will hold an end in their mouth while the other person will hold the opposite. They’ll take small bites, and whoever makes their end break, then they lose. However, if the two people meet in the middle, then I suppose, if their lips happen to meet, then that is their fault.” He paused, waiting for all of it to sink into Iskandar’s head, before he took a bite of the stick and sighed. “I cannot say I ever played nor would I ever. I would rather not eat candy that has been someone else’s mouth.”
#virusvirtue#( answered ) ;;#( verse four ) : unusual circumstances#( f.go ) ;;#waver vc: i've never played the pocky game will never play the pocky game. pls don't ask for a demonstration rider or i will die unu
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#|| The mun's art things ||#And this is the whole thing.#Okada Izo#Okada Izou#|| Drawing Practice ||#Floofy hair#my in-between while practicing how to draw birds.#岡田以蔵#FGO#Okada Izo || A Saber amongst Shadows#virusvirtue#feel free to grab Gore~
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@virusvirtue said: time for uncle to RAGE in the name of rome & his precious niece !!!!
UMU!!!!! YAY!!! UNCLE WILL HELP!!
#【IC REPLIES】❝Fading away unanswered I turn off the lights❞.#【XI】❝Oh fuck me not this guy again❞ (crack).#virusvirtue#i'm dying shsfhsjkffj!!!!!!!
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@virusvirtue said: so cute!!! like her (mori seconds this)
kichō holding mori’s face like “ ur the only retainer i trust in this place ”
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@virusvirtue said : door (from diar) / from: ❛ ( ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ) 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 . Chaldea was a place filled with endless heroic spirits, the majority if not all were merely unimportant existences to the king, existences that barely deserved his recognition, and this one- this lancer.... His existence was also unimportant to the caster, yet despite his own denial brought by his own sense of pride, his action brought him a certain sense of nostalgia.
Servitude. Used to a life where everything was submitted to his will, one would be surprised to find that even after all those years, habits were not something so easily eroded, and even to this very day, when it came down to how he was addressed, it ended up being no surprise that Gilgamesh still carried himself with the same pride and mighty aura he used to bathe himself with back during those ancient times.
The door was held open for him, a simple act of courtesy as one would say, but still something Gilgamesh took for granted even to this day, for reactions such as these were expected and were nothing but an obligation those under him had to follow.
Curiously enough, despite his airs of grandeur, Gilgamesh could not hold himself from sparing a short glance at the individual in question- A tall man of similar height with long dark hair combed backwards with a single strand of hair hanging down his face. Pleasant to the eye, a man who wielded a certain sense of elegance to him, nothing more to mention. As nothing particularly stroke an interest in him, no words of praise were gifted to the man, and in such a way, the king only proceeded to keep walking past him, leaving only the gift of barely having acknowledged his existence for a mere couple of seconds.
#virusvirtue#/thank u so much for sending this in!!#/IMSORRY HE IS AN ASS#/diar i love u-#gil just always feels mighty regardless of the class- it´s just that his caster self is more- uh.... approachable to say
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