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Officially moved to @ereboros

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Hey guys

So, this blog has been up and running for over a decade and that being said, it’s extremely cluttered with out of date posts and old tags. Lots of old memories on here, both good and bad and I think it’s time for a major refresh.

I’ll be dropping the URL on here later but I’m going to be making a new blog for this guy, and this one here’s gonna get deleted.

just a heads up. message me if you want to continue any threads we have. if not, I’m going to be dropping everything and clearing out the inbox.

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Hey guys

So, this blog has been up and running for over a decade and that being said, it’s extremely cluttered with out of date posts and old tags. Lots of old memories on here, both good and bad and I think it’s time for a major refresh.

I’ll be dropping the URL on here later but I’m going to be making a new blog for this guy, and this one here’s gonna get deleted.

just a heads up. message me if you want to continue any threads we have. if not, I’m going to be dropping everything and clearing out the inbox.

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Reblog if you're a cuddler.

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flirt with my muse!!!

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                           people like us aren’t meant for happy endings.

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Not to be pornographic but you should lay your head on my chest so I can slowly play with your hair and scratch your head and caress your neck until all your muscles relax then I'll kiss your forehead

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“Goddammit, when does it end? All of it. Three years trying to put this thing in the ground. Three years too long.”

[Promo Graphic by Elsen]

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           shoot them in the head —– that stops them.    COME ON !         ©

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LET’S SEE WHAT YOU’RE REALLY MADE OF…  ETHAN WINTERS

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Reblog this if you’re a chill roleplayer who doesn’t mind if your rp partners take multiple weeks, or even months to reply.

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Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on:

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my hair is VERY soft and could EASILY be played with and you know how many people are playing with my hair??? zero

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Introducing: Reblog Controls

This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill—we are rolling out reblog controls across web and iOS, starting today. 

How does it work?

When drafting a post, select the settings cog in the top right corner of your post editor. From here, you can choose one of two options.

“Anyone (on Tumblr)” means just that.

“No one” means that your post cannot be reblogged by anyone, ever.

Why?

Your wish is our command. Many of you have told us this feature would give you a welcome sense of safety. If you block someone after the post was made, don’t worry—they still can’t reblog it. This change gives you control over your own posts, and so will improve your posting experience. Ultimately, better posting means a better Tumblr. And finally, don’t worry, Android users. The feature will follow on your platform soon.

That’s all, folks. Happy reblogging!

Any questions? Drop us a line on @wip or Support, and keep an eye out for the mobile rollout on @changes.

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what is your muse’s eye color?

put it in the tags!

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This certainly was turning out to be a lively interaction, wasn't it? Though one could hardly call this an exchange as the pale, emaciated man simply stared back at the new stranger, searching his moves for motives. Despite being a blank slate, some things never change. Unlike the whitecoats skittering around, nursing and doting on their patient this new face bore into the blonde with an intensity he could only describe as agonizing. This man knew something he didn't and was none too pleased.

That being said, there wasn't much the little lab rat was aware of that these other faces were already privy to. All he remembered were dreams. That is what he preferred to think of them as anyway, seeing as how only glimpses remained in his memory. Visions of vast machinery and lights, varying from miniscule trinkets to massives in their own rights, all leading down an endless journey to an unfathomable glow he could never reach. It was gorgeous, thrumming with a terrifying intensity that still warmed his core even in the waking world. That beacon remained on the forefront of his mind throughout this strenuous ordeal- a distraction, really. What it was or what it could've meant was beyond him but it called to him like a park lamp drew in moths.

What do you remember?

A glossy eye returned to the present, focusing back on the figure. Despite most features being bandaged, what emotion the captive could portray showed that he was completely ignorant to the malicious whims he'd once committed. This was considered a blessing judging by the intensity of the larger's accusatory glare. He looked infuriated- disgusted even, like a man who's dog had just mutilated a child. It made the blonde want to shrink into the wall- nearly doing so as the newcomer made for the control panel nearby before giving up and storming out of the room. Pale lips made way for a sigh of relief as the blonde lowered his head back into the crook of his arm.

𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 — 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

Chris never thought he would see Albert Wesker ever again. But there he was, very much alive and breathing. He was being contained in a cell at the B.S.A.A headquarters, held under close (and very heavily guarded) observation. Chris hadn’t believed it until he stormed into the medical wing himself to get answers. But all he had now were just more questions. According to the brain scans and the multitude of physical tests the medical team had run, Wesker had no memory whatsoever of who he was. Or what he’d been. The soldier felt his blood run cold when the blond lifted his head to stare at him through the clear barrier that separated them. Once he could form words again, Chris looked at the woman in charge of the team and pretty much lost his shit, directing his anger at her. She backed up a step when he started yelling. The guards shifted awkwardly in place with some exchanging looks with each other.

“What the hell is this?! A clone…? A fucking sick joke!? Albert Wesker, alive?”

She attempted to placate him to no avail. Chris was no longer listening. He had focused his full attention on the man he thought to be dead for many years now, and by his own hands nonetheless. “What do you remember?” Chris demanded, his voice calmer now despite the inner turmoil. Another surge of anger coursed through him and he strode over to the control panel. He was going to get answers—one way or another. The doctor gestured to the guards and they seized him before he got the chance to press a button. “Don’t touch me,” he growled, yanking his arms from their grasp. Another glance at Wesker was given before he left the room. He needed to cool down, gather his bearings before he stepped in there again. Chris could not forget what his ex-captain had done to Jill even if the man himself had no memory of it. There was still anger there, yes, but he couldn’t let it consume him again.

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you at 15 vs you now

I wanted to do one of myself too.