Exquisite

A roleplay sideblog for Monsoon, from Metal Gear Solid, Rising Revengeance. Blog style interactions (meaning monsoon is the moderator) will happen here, as well as regular f2f roleplay.

[memesoon]

Dear Tumblr

@staff | @support 

You have decided to change Tumblr. To try and make it ‘pure’ and ‘safe’ for underage people, in order to strive towards a better, positive future.

For some reason, you also have this odd, misguided belief that what you are doing is going to double your current user-base by the end of next year.

Unlikely.

Speaking quite honestly, a good 75% of users on Tumblr are above the legal age in most countries to view and produce NSFW content, if that is what they would like to do. While there are many websites that do allow NSFW content, Tumblr is one of the few websites in which the community and content, where people can express themselves and work safely, is (mostly) positive .

For a long time, the user-base has been asking, again and again, for you workers behind Tumblr to do something about the millions of bots that advertise and provide pornographic content through blogs and messages.

The user-base has also been asking for you workers to do something about the Nazi-Supporters, Hate and Harassment blogs, and child porn content that has been uncovered and reported by members of this community.

Moving on to more current events.

The Apple store has recently kicked Tumblr off its list of available apps. Why? Because there is ‘Too Much Nsfw content’, and; ‘Child Pornography’.

The very thing thing that us, the userbase, have been warning you about, and requesting that you do something about; only to be ignored in most cases.

And now, to the main point of this large post: 

Tumblr has decided to ban all Not-Safe-For-Work (NSFW) content. The definition of what Tumblr defines as ‘Adult Content’ and exceptions, will be shown below using a screenshot of their own help-desk page.

There are a few flaws with this. See, Tumblr has implemented a ‘bot’ of its own, which does quite little, actually, save for flare already irritated tempers, flagging everything from an innocent picture of a peach, to Tumblr’s own announcement stating that they will no longer allow NSFW content.

Even more irritating than their blatant disregard for their community, is the fact that we are still being plagued by porn bots. I have blocked over twelve within the last two days myself, across various blogs I have. Their algorithm is also not removing these blogs that it has been flagging, only hiding them from view, which means that those problematic blogs still exist; but now only a few handfuls of sick-minded individuals can still see that which should be terminated by this purge, rather than the works of people who have done nothing themselves to warrant having to suffer this site-wide damage.

Yes, I say damage, because this decision that Tumblr and its new owner have made, has tarnished what made Tumblr what it was to people. 

A safe haven. Now, people across the website are fleeing to other places entirely, leaving links for people to find them at, taking their activity away from the website which could have handled this all much better to begin with if it had just removed the content that landed it in hot water in the first place.

And before you, the people behind tumblr,  try to say something, like:

‘We are doing this because we care about our users,’

Don’t.

You. Have. Literally. Ruined. Lives. 

I have watched many of my friends abandon this website. Because now, they will be in financial crisis, and will end up banned if they sell their art here.

Because now, there is no sex-positive place where they can find others of the same mindset to talk to, to come to an understanding of their own selves.

Because on the 17′th, hundreds of sex workers who had a safe, reliable platform with which they could do their business, will placed in danger once again on the International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers.

Because now, I myself, no longer feel safe on this website, where I was surrounded by friends, and could role-play, post art or fanfiction, and talk about my sexuality, hopes and dreams, all because of your new ‘rule’.

I came here in 2011, and I’ve seen many ‘great decisions’ during my stay here. I’ll still be here after the 17′th, while most of Tumblr abandons ship. 

Not because I support any of what you’ve done, but because I am here to stay, if only to judge every post and action you make alienating those who put faith in you, until the awaited day when this website is well and truly ‘dead’.

[memesoon]

it's time to play, strange not-human! and playtime means he has to play tug of war with a squeaky toy, no excuses.

“What an amusing creature.” He will indulge this creature its silly games.

[memesoon]

thegaleandlance:

The lack of reaction told Xaldin several things– one, the other either could not feel pain, or it was not in his nature to react. Secondly, he saw the lack of bodily discharge of the severed arm. Perhaps the other’s face was the only fleshy bit of his body.

There’s no words, only action as Xaldin doges the blade. He beckons his new lance into his opposite hand. He used the lance like a spear, lunging it forward towards Monsoon’s chest, as he used the other one to slash. He ensured to use the lindworms to keep distance between the two of them. That was his advantage, he would strike from further away.

One of those things was right; it was not in his nature to react. He could feel pain - but the blow had been right through one of the joints meant to split. He could call it back, but that would spoil his plan for later in the fight.

A purple light coated one Sai, and he tossed it after Xaldin, using magneticism to yank it this way and that, so that he was still very much engaged in close combat, with from the distance, while Monsoon ducked and dodged the others.

[memesoon]

thegaleandlance:

He glares, remained still as he fixated on the other. Carefully, he summoned another lance behind the cyborg– it levitated in the air, turning and aiming  at the back of his opponent.

At this point, things were simply annoying. This opponent spoke and thrashed in a way that irritated the Dragoon. He gave a soft hmph as he used a sudden current of wind to launch the newly summoned lance at his opponent’s back.

Something caused the back of his hair to stand on end, and he sidestepped. Xaldins lance made contact with his shoulder - and severed clean through it, sending his arm bouncing across the ground. Monsoon stood there - silent.

Now, that grin becomes nearly manical, as the cyborg twirls his Sai off his hip, and graps it lightly in his grip. “Alright - thats enough warming up, yes?”

He moves in close - the Sai is raised high, and he attempts a swing for Xaldins side, with every intent to sink the blade in to its full length.

[memesoon]

thegaleandlance:

A snarl curled his lips as the heel of the other’s foot contacts his hand. Xaldin refutes releasing the lance, and instead swings his other fist towards the other’s torso, using his strength in hopes of knocking the other man off his weapon. He cared little for the pain that would blood from the punch– it was worth it to gain distance again.

“Is that all?”, He inquires, landing on his feet again, cocking his head to the side as he looked at the lancer - humming in quiet thought. “Perhaps I overestimated your skill as a warrior - you haven’t so much as scratched me.”

[memesoon]

thegaleandlance:

On a list of things Xaldin enjoyed, this was at the very bottom of the list. He didn’t like the calculation, and notes of detail that Monsoon was after. He didn’t like that the other could just store it away in a file in his mind. It was more concrete than a memory, which changed and altered each time a person recalled it.

No this was worse.

He’s quick to react– swiping his lance at the leg that kicked at him as he swiftly jumped back. He couldn’t risk his right leg facing injury. Once he was away a short distance, Xaldin swung the base of the pole towards the other man, not intending to slice him with the blade– yet. He wanted distance, not to maim his opponent.

He’s forced to dodge the return slice, dancing after the other man, his grin growing even wider, and wider still. When Xaldin swings the shaft of his weapon at him, he springs up, and then lands upon the pole - his left heel and foot pinching it, before he brings the other down towards Xaldin’s hand.

His goal is to make him drop it .

[memesoon]

“Updating memory file...The man talks to himself.”

[memesoon]

thegaleandlance:

“I prefer to stray away from aiming for the face unless I need to disorient someone.” Was that even possible to do with a Cyborg? Even their heads could be scattered, no?

Xaldin had half a mind to tell Monsoon that he didn’t have a weapon. In many ways that was a lie, Xaldin could summon his lances at anytime. However, if he wished for this to be a good fight (without damaging his own body anymore than necessary) then he would need a weapon of sorts. Xaldin straightened, his expression calm and steely as the other approached.

With a sigh, Xaldin lowered a hand down and behind him. Darkness whirled and expanded, materializing the long metallic spear of one lindworm. He twirled the pole in his hand, moving his arm forward and stopped only once the head of the lance pointed with it’s gaping teeth towards the cyborg.

“Interesting.” 

Updating memory file- [Xaldin]-Can summon weapons from thin air.

Monsoon’s head tips to the side - before he grins - from cheek to cheek.

The reaction is immediate. He pushes off against the ground, closing the distance in a matter of seconds, dropping low to the dirt, before kicking out towards the Lancers leg. He expects him to dodge, or block. 

Or even to attack him in turn.

[memesoon]

thegaleandlance:

He really could have anticipated that, he knew the other man was made of mechanical parts– of course it was going to hurt like shit. He shows nothing more than a snarl  at the first impact of his leg against the other man’s body. It wasn’t his weak leg, and thus, he could manage. What ever grunt of pain he would give was smothered in a open lunged breath.

It was the return strike that caused a wince, and a flash of teeth. He stumbles back, vibrant violet eyes trained on Monsoon, waiting for sudden movement. “I’m having a fist fight with a man made entirely out of metal,” He grumbled, yet continued to stand in his protective stance. “I see why a weapon is preferred.”

“Not entirely out of metal. I do have a face, you see - and there are other human parts hidden away beneath protective coverings.

He hums quietly, and strolls towards the lancer. “Do feel free to draw any weapons - I’d like to actually experience a fight. I’ll hold off on using my own, until there’s actually a need to do so.”

[memesoon]

kukanorrow:

“ There don’t need t’ really be a reason if I can spend my time doin’ better things then wastin’ it with learin’ about this - whatever ya’ tryin’ t’ sell t’ me. “

“Really? If you know nothing of memes, old man, how do you expect to be able to keep up with the younger generation?”

[memesoon]

kukanorrow:

Nonchalantly he glances in direction of the stranger ( Clad in mixtures of black - reds - and grays. With silvery white hair. This just spoke STRANGE. ) After eyeing him up, he folds his arms  with a defeated sigh.  “ …. My silence can jus’ mean I could care less about it. “

“That could certainly be a reason. And another is that you simply have not been exposed to the sheer beauty that is meme culture.”

[everybody-loves-to-eat]

[memesoon]

@kukanorrow

“It appears that Pepe has rendered you speechless.”

[memesoon]

Would you all be so kind as to reblog this post, if you don’t mind interacting with a mechanical cyborg, who has an unhealthy obsession with memes?

If not willing to interact with me yourself, would you still spread the word?

[memesoon]

WHAT IS UP my fellow kids? New blog on the block - hoping to find some folks to chat about whatever, really, while I’m not on duty working for a shitty boss.

[memesoon]

thegaleandlance:

A smile touched his lips, slight and curling. Ebony brows furrow as he watched the other get into his position. A lot could be told by the way someone prepared themselves to strike, Xaldin began to anticipate the different fighting styles that his opponent may know.

“Is it wise to be giving advice to your opponent before the fight begins?” Xaldin teased. His knees bent, and he turned slightly to the side. one hand held open before him, as he held a fist near his chest. He’s tentative in choosing his first punch– his position was fairly high, and the other was low. His best option was a kick. 

The Lancer whirls as swift kick towards the Cyborg, aiming for his shoulders and thigh, to throw him off balance from his stance. 

Has Xaldin ever kicked a wall? If so, that’s what kicking a cyborg feels like. Yes, he manages land a blow, and even force Monsoon to lean to the side, but the pain from such an attack would likely make it unworthy of the action.

Monsoon grins, and then retaliates with a kick of his own, at close range. He aims for Xaldins abdomen, and - should it connect, Xaldin may feel like he’s just taken a hit from Lexaeus’s tomahawk in terms of force.

[memesoon]

thegaleandlance:

“I assure you, I have no intention of surprising you with a blade suddenly.” Not unless he had to. Though, from what Xaldin could tell, Monsoon would not pose that great of threat, he simply wanted to collect information.

Odd. Yet Xaldin could see the advantages.

And he loved a good fight.

He could fight well with a sword, though that wasn’t an option in this situation. “Fists will do, as I have no sword or blade to work with.”

“So you say. But I hope you will stay true to the code of warriors, and remain true to the method of fighting agreed upon.” Monsoon will take a few steps back - and slowly drop into a sort of crouch. One hand is lazily extended towards the wind user, and his lower legs appear to be tensed.

“As the challenged - I will allow you the chance to strike first. Ensure that your aim is true, however, or you may miss, and leave yourself open.”