31st anniversary

Happy 31st anniversary to the Legend of Zelda series. ❤

I’m in love with this stunning photo by Miss Mallo Photography! It was an honor to meet and work with so many new photographers at Katsucon. Collaborating with other talented artists is one of my favorite aspects of cosplaying, and Katsucon is one of the best places to do it at.

Photo by @missmallophotography-blog
Costume made and worn by me.

ASE Theory (brain farted while I had a cold)

So Jack’s mentioned on one of his social media accounts that he’s finished his first drumming cover of a song and that’s all good and we’re all happy he’s gotten back into something he loves. However, like most of the community, I over-examined and, as a result of this, I think I might have an idea as to what could go down on October the 31st, the 1 year anniversary of when Antisepticeye ‘killed’ Jack.

Take a look at this: (whited out the comments btw)

This is the most recent activity on Jacksepticeye’s Instagram as of the 27th of August. You can see that the caption refers back to what I said above about the drum cover and in the picture you can see the drumsticks in Jack’s hand and what looks to be a crash cymbal. Just an ordinary picture of our favourite green bean.

Until you take a look at the corner of his mouth. Some of the Instagram comments say that maybe he hit himself playing the drums but it seems to be that he’s cut his lip on something, judging by the red, angry skin. To me, it looks as if it has only stopped bleeding a couple hours ago and guess which Septic Side has a love of drawing blood?

Originally posted by milomumbles

Our favourite psycho fluffball:

Originally posted by catsandr0ckmusic

Antisepticeye.

Also, for those of you who think that maybe Schneeplestein is the one that loves the idea of drawing blood, I just don’t think that’s right. After all, we know that Anti tried to make Schneeple hang himself and after the doctor fails to save the in-game Jack, the screen glitches to Anti’s turn in the spotlight. There is no direct evidence we’ve seen which suggests that Schneeplestein survived the encounter with the Septic Virus (or whatever name is being thrown around for it) which means that, judging by what happened in the video, we can best assume that the doctor that tried to be a surgeon is dead.

Originally posted by claxiauramaki

Something that set of warning bells was Jack’s shirt in the Instagram post. The shirt in the activity is a black, round neck design, which I’m more than sure is either Anti’s signature shirt or one of five or so shirts that Jack owns.

Another thing that rose red flags in my head was Jack’s facial expression. I don’t know if it’s just me but that just doesn’t seem to be the usual smile Jack wears. When I first saw the smile, my brain screamed I was looking at Anti before it took in any other details of the photo.

One final thing piece of evidence is the hand gesture that Jack’s making. I understand that it’s commonly associated with rock and music but when I put a name to the gesture, I couldn’t help but wonder if Jack making the devil horns symbol was a coincidence or something more.

Looking at all the evidence and the fact that the whole post was meant to be about drumming, I’ve decided to conclude that Jack will not do Pumpkin Carving, breaking his 2 year tradition. Instead, he will play the drums, performing something to do with Halloween that we all most likely know (so it’ll be P!ATD, TØP or FOB knowing the fandom). However, playing the drums is an exhausting thing to do so by the time Jack finishes, he will be too exhausted to save himself from Anti, which by no doubt he will strike since that will be when he is weakest.

Originally posted by storystein

Then again I am sick and I could just be saying shit. :|

Anyways, enjoy my theory.

this blog is coming to an end

Hey guys! 

Admin Tsuna here! I started this blog 1.5 years ago because I was really interested in exploring the dark side of mostly, well, Tsuna. I didn’t expect the blog to be popular. I mean it was taking one fandom-declared “uke” character and turning him into a completely out-of-character Mafia Don. I didn’t expect it to get this big. We have around 1500 scenarios/headcanons, 10+ admins who contributed to it and more than 1600 followers! We also ended up having fanart! It has been a spectacular journey and I’ve gotten so much joy from managing this blog and writing it for it! 

Unfortunately, I think it’s time for me to step down as Chief Admin. I take great pride in the fact that we were able to dish out a scenario/headcanon every single day for the last 1.5 years (and we still have 130+ scenarios/headcanons queued up!) but it has also been incredibly exhausting. Weekly deadlines, recruitment, management… I no longer have the self-discipline or energy to guide this blog. So far, none of the other admins want to take the responsibility of Chief so without leadership the blog will have to come to an end.

If you are interested in taking over the role of Chief Admin:

Sometimes, the end is a new beginning. If any of my followers is interested in taking over my role, please contact me here (this is my main blog).

If you want to be Chief Admin, you need to keep a few things in mind:

  • It’s basically starting from scratch, like I did, but, unlike me, you’ll have 1600+ followers and 1500+ posts to use as a reference for your works.
  • You’ll need to find new admins and you’ll need to be a good judge of quality. For a while, you might be the only admin who is writing until you find other admins.
  • You’ll need to be self-disciplined. You need to make deadlines and follow them through and you need to make sure your other admins do it as well.
  • Self-discipline is key.

If you are interested in being an admin:

Once again, please contact me here. I am stepping down and there might be no leadership but it’s still possible to be an admin here.

Things you will have to keep in mind:

  • You will need to turn in a minimum of 4 prompts/asks per week by 11:59PM of Sunday for as many weeks as you wish.
  • I will not remind you of the deadlines but if you miss it even once you will have to step down as admin.
  • You can choose your own prompts or you can open the ask box to get prompts.

I encourage anyone interested in being a writer to use this opportunity because this blog is an excellent way to practice self-discipline while still having an audience to share with it.

If you want to write but not willing to make the commitment, our submit box is always open for your works:

So, what’s the submit box? The simple answer: it’s for you guys.

Things you can submit to us:

  • Headcanons
  • Scenarios
  • Mini-drabble series: For this, don’t make it more than 4 parts and turn them all in together. This helps us keep track of all your work.
  • Art

“What characters can I write for?”

Any KHR character is up for grabs! Be it minor characters (Kokuyo Gang) or major characters (the Vongola). Your take on them is welcome here!

“When will you post them?

Within 24 hours and that’s the maximum time we’ll take. (Just in case we need to edit some grammar and spellings.)

“Can I submit mine anonymously?”

Absolutely! (Keep in mind that you need to log out to submit anonymously.)

“Does it have to be dark and mafia (like the works in this blog)?”

Yes. We have a high-preference for works that have a darker, more mafia take on KHR.

If you have anymore questions, feel free to message me.

Important Upcoming Dates:

  • September 16-17th, 2017: Our last event. Please prepare any last headcanons/questions you have for us. 
  • January 31st, 2018: Our second anniversary and the last day we make any posts (if no other admin/chief admin takes over) We might be gone but our queue is still long and will last until then.

Now that I am done with the info-dump 😄

To all of my admins (there’s so many of you, hopefully I didn’t mess any):

Thank you so much for your contributions ❤️  This blog would not be the same without any of you. I know I have often been pretty strict/harsh with you guys due to deadlines and I’m really grateful for your patience with me. Writing brings a great deal of joy but happiness is not real unless shared. All of you are unmatched writers and I hope one day all of you have books with your names on them. Thank you, thank you for being a part of this journey. 

To our followers: 

Thank you for enjoying and sharing our work! For supporting us and loving us! I know that due to my professional behaviour the blog seemed a little cold and unfriendly. I don’t like blogs that go off tangents or make posts that are irrelevant to the theme of the blog. I did my best to ensure that posts and events were 100% related to the theme of dark!KHR writings. But, unfortunately, that meant that none of you guys got to really know us or interact with us. I wasn’t able to convey it but I hope all of you know that I love you guys from the bottom of my heart and thank you so much for sticking around! Thank you for giving dark!Tsuna a chance!

Under the Mistle- Holly?

Word Count: 840

Genre: fluff, humour

Warnings: none

Summary:

Dan orders mistletoe. At least, that’s what he thinks. However, Phil knows better.

A/N I wish I could claim that I didn’t post last week so I could make a Christmas fic but I’d be lying. This one’s for the people who don’t know the difference between mistletoe and holly.

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Pripyat, Ukraine: A Chilling Reminder of the Chernobyl Disaster

Wednesday, 26 April 2017, marks 31 years of the Chernobyl Nuclear Disaster. The tragedy is one of the only two events that have been classified as a Level 7 disaster (the highest) on the International Nuclear Event Scale. The only other event at this level is the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster, that was prompted by a devastating earthquake and consequent tsunami in Japan.

While Fukushima was a natural disaster, the incident at Chernobyl, however, was the proverbial climactic moment in the story of Icarus – we flew too close to the sun.

An archival photo from 1986 showing the damaged, uncovered and still leaking reactor at the plane, after a systems stress test went terribly wrong. (Photo: Reuters)

“We knew, with certainty, with arrogant certainty, that we were in control of the power we were playing with. We could make the forces of nature bend to our will. There was nothing we could not do. This was the day, of course, when we learned we were wrong,” Sergiy Parashyn toldThe Kansas City Star. Parashyn was an engineer at the plant on the day of the explosion.

A file photo showing an aerial view of the damage at the Chernobyl nuclear plant, after an explosion and fire broke out, exposing the surrounding areas to fatal radioactive debris. (Photo: AP)

31 years on, the story of the ghost town of Pripyat in Ukraine is the most chilling reminder of 26 April 1986, when a systems test at nuclear reactor number four went awry. It resulted in a fire that burned for nine days straight, sending clouds of nuclear fuel, fission products and radioactive isotopes into the sky.

Scientists say the amount of radiation that leaked that night was 400 times that of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima.

A 30-kilometre exclusion zone was cordoned off and placed under military control. This was later expanded to an area of 2,600 square kilometres; the government assessed that was how far the radiation had spread. Several townships were evacuated, bulldozed and made to disappear. Pripyat was one such town.

Once a symbol of USSR’s control over nuclear energy, and its entry into the ‘modern’ world, the town of Pripyat was evacuated 36 hours after the explosion in the nuclear plant. The people were not told anything about it, and were simply made to leave instantly. (Photo: Reuters)

Pripyat was built in the 1970s, as a modern Soviet township, three kilometres from the nuclear plant. Its purpose was to house nearly 50,000 technicians, support staff and firefighters, along with their families, who worked at the plant. Since it was built on the border of USSR, a deliberately isolated area, the need of the hour was to tempt people to come here and take up potentially fatal jobs. The town was built with sprawling boulevards, apartment buildings, 20 schools, one technical college, one hospital, two sports stadiums, 25 stores and malls, swimming pools, theatres,recreational parks, 27 cafes and restaurants, and an amusement park. The abandoned Ferris wheel of this park would soon become the icon of the Chernobyl nuclear disaster.

It worked. Pripyat soon became the youngest city in theSoviet Union with a population of approximately 50,000 people – the average age of the population was only 26 years. The nuclear township captured the imagination of the Soviet youth.

White apartment buildings with modern fittings, tree-boulevards, recreational parks, and the iconic amusement park with the Ferris wheel, all lay in tragic abandon. (Photo: Reuters)

Life was good, until 1:23 am on 26 April 1986. Firefighters were called in to fight a fire at the reactor. The entire sky glowed with flames. They were not told anything about the radiation leak, so they went without their protective gear. Several would die either immediately that night, or of radiation burns and ulcers in the hospital a few days later.

Rumour spread that it was sabotage, typical of the Cold War era. Soon, word spread about what really unfolded that night. During a systems test to see how much power would be needed to keep Reactor No 4 operating in the event of a blackout, there was a sharp power surge. A second, bigger power surge occurred when an emergency shutdown was attempted. This led to an explosion in the reactor vessel and the reactor cap was blown off, exposing the graphite moderator to the air. It immediately ignited, and the rest is history.

A file photo showing the collapsed roof of Reactor No 4 after the blast. (Photo: AP)

The next day, there was a little panic among the residents. They knew something was wrong. The families of the firefighters and others on duty that night, thronged the hospital in which they had been quarantined. Army personnel stopped them. No one told them anything about radiation, or the blast. More military trucks, a fleet of buses, and more firefighters appeared on the roads.

Trees grow into and onto derelict apartments in Pripyat, as the damaged reactor stands in the background, with the under-construction containment shield. (Photo: AP)

The others continued with their lives, until later that morning when evacuation was made compulsory, effective immediately. People rushed to see the graphite fire bellowing out from the reactor, more intrigued than informed. They were unknowingly absorbing alarming levels of radiation by the second.

The only amusement park in Pripyat opened on the day of the accident. It was supposed to open a week later on May Day. The government opened it early and used it to distract the residents from the real scale of what had transpired.

Thirty-six hours after the accident, and trying to cover and contain it, the government told the people of Pripyat that they were all going to be evacuated, but only for three to five days. They were asked to pack light as they were going to be living in tents in the woods. People were excited at the prospect of a camping trip, especially so close to May Day! They were lied to – to reduce the amount of possibly contaminated items they would otherwise take out of sentimental value.

The hasty evacuation of Pripyat is evident even today as the ghost-scape is visited by a few enthusiastic tourists and photographers. It’s almost as if someone hit the stop button. All clocks in town are frozen at 11:55 am, when the electricity was cut off.

A crucifix and a radiation warning sign at the entrance to Pripyat, a scene of hushed desolation and frozen time. (Photo: AP)
An abandoned bedroom in a derelict apartment in Pripyat, Ukraine. (Photo: Reuters)

The town has slowly been reclaimed by nature, but evidence of abruptly disrupted human routines and stories remain. The doctor’s office at Medical Centre Number 2 still have bottles filled with vaccines and medicines, as a tree grows through the window and over a broken chair.

Libraries with books open rot, as classrooms with open notebooks of children lay still, exactly where they were left. Stuffed toys and books are littered on the floors of houses and kindergartens; an abandoned kettle in a kitchen rusts, as trees force their way through the rotting and peeling walls of apartments.

A family’s photo album collects dust and debris, 30 years after the Chernobyl Nuclear Disaster. It lies next to an ominous gas mask, common in nuclear townships in USSR. (Photo: Reuters)

The town is a moment frozen in time, almost as a perpetual reminder for us to be more careful while playing with fire out of blind greed.

Estimates suggest that this town will be uninhabitable for the next 24,000 years. The Centre for Research on Globalisation suggests as many as 9,85,000 deaths, mainly due to cancer, as a result of the disaster.

As many as five million people still live in areas that are considered “contaminated”. 6,00,000 liquidators, or people hired to clean up the reactor, have been employed till now – but the reactor is still leaking.

A look at the pictures of Pripyat, or a guided tour to the ghost-scape, is enough to imagine the hurried exit of scared people who knew something big had happened when they saw the graphite “fireworks” light up the sky above the nuclear reactor. (Photo: Reuters)
Abandoned portraits of Soviet leaders covered in radioactive dust at a home in Pripyat, Ukraine. The pictures were to be paraded at the celebratory May Day rally that would cross the town, a week later. (Photo: AP)

A hasty concrete structure was built to contain the leaking radioactive liquid and gas; but it failed to do so. A 30,000-tonne containment arch has been in construction since 2010. The arch will be slid over Reactor Number 4 on completion.

The destroyed Reactor No 4 and the new containment shield being built can be seen at the horizon from the dangerously close township of Pripyat. Due to this proximity, people inhaled up to 500 roentgen an hour following the explosion – a lethal dose of radiation for humans. (Photo: Reuters)

Where once was a bustling town, symbolic of the modern prowess of USSR, now stands an eerie time capsule. Photos bring it all flashing back – the fire, the vomiting, the deaths, the hair loss and ulcers, the hasty change of people’s destiny, and mostly, the lies to cover up a mistake. A mistake we are yet to learn from, even 31 years later.

(This article was first published on 26 April 2016. It is being reposted from The Quint’s archives to mark the 31st anniversary of the Chernobyl disaster.)