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PSA

EVERYONE BE CAREFUL. ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN PHISHING SITE (first link)

(the link is purple bc i clicked on it to get the link w/o special characters to report to various phising page report places).

the page leads to what appears to be the normal archive page, w/ the popup about the privacy policy & everything, with the url https://xn--iao3-lw4b.ws/media DO NOT LOG IN. THEY ARE HERE TO STEAL YOUR LOGIN CREDENTIALS. LOOK AT URLS BEFORE ENTERING ANY PERSONAL INFO.

STAY SAFE ON THE INTERNET GUYS!!

please reblog to spread this warning!!

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[blegh i hate this new look of the bottom of posts wtf it looks like a mobile layout but on desktop 😒 ]

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The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

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Reblog to let your mutuals know. . .

that they are appreciated. that they are important. that they are amazing. that they are creative. that they are loved.

No matter how long you take to reply, what mood you are in, how insecure you are feeling about your writing, or how active you are — your presence is still very much enjoyed. You never have to apologize or feel bad for taking a while with a reply, or not answering an ask right away. Life can get busy, energy can fluctuate, interest can shift, and emotions can change. You are human and these things do not make you a bad person/partner.

We write together because it is fun and enjoyable, not because it is expected of you to answer every little thing at the snap of fingers.

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Already, he missed Emmrich's touch, nerves faintly abuzz in the absence. Jack's craving for it drained some of the tentativeness from his own trailing hands, and coaxed his gaze downward once more to follow them. Now that he got a second look, were those...piercings? Unexpected, but a nice surprise. Jack couldn't help wondering to himself how they might change Emmrich's reaction to any teases there.

Glancing up at the older mage's soft insistence, Jack felt his blush prickle a bit at his ears. Still, he managed a wry, subtly sheepish smirk and huff. "The rest of Kinloch wouldn't 've had bets and dares about me, if more of 'em thought like you." His palms slid back up Emmrich's sides, far enough for his thumbs to reach both pierced nipples and rub over them in slow, careful circles. Jack watched first the motion, then the other's face. "...Harder to give a shit about that, when they're not the ones who caught your eye."

While his hands kept up the attention, Jack leaned in for another kiss, deepening it with a sigh through his nose.

A bit of him was, admittedly, eager to have all their clothes off, as flustering as it might be. The rest of Jack, though, basked in every gentle moment. This wasn't a fight, he didn't want to barrel his way through to a quick finish. He wanted to learn every part of Emmrich's body, find what the necromancer liked best and where. He wanted to place himself in those gentle hands and just... unravel for a while, knowing Emmrich would take good care of him. Maybe with more of that praise Jack could swear left a sweetness on the older man's tongue.

Every tender word that dripped from Emmrich's mouth was as honeyed and heady as the best mead; the only difference was, he could get drunk on sentiments like 'exquisite' without any need or want for temperance. That he couldn't see the same in himself mattered less in the face of Emmrich's earnest, gentle desire.

Jack didn't want to count how many years he'd so privately dreamed of someone looking at him the way the older man did now. What mattered was the now, the ease of that smile, the slide of that splayed hand to settle properly over his heart just in time to feel it stumble. Lips parting a bit wider, at his own passing idea of Emmrich's thumb slipping in between them, Jack let his eyes close for only a moment.

His fingers curled against fabric, and suddenly his want to shed their clothes and his want for every second of skin contact were in alignment. Both hands set to work on the fastenings of Emmrich's vest and shirt. Jack kept his mouth and cheek pressed to the other mage's fingers, so he wouldn't get distracted partway through. He only slowed a little in order to coax both opened garments off Emmrich's shoulders. Regrettable that those amazing hands had to leave him, but it wouldn't be for long. He hoped.

Jack couldn't get enough of how soft the other's skin felt, under careful yet steady palms. "...I think you fit that word better," he managed a murmur.

His gaze, meanwhile, was mesmerized by Emmrich's long and lean build, how the whole of the older man's upper body was bared just for him, how the hue of those tempting nipples complemented fair skin and greying body hair. Jack's touch, by contrast, was at once bold yet tentative - recurring pauses in his exploration of Emmrich's front, pressure just barely firm enough not to feather along slim sides. His stare dragged up to the other man's face with every pause, compelled to still ensure he hadn't made a mistake.

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[ so over on my HFW Nil sideblog @redteethed ... guess who made a COE33 AU :3c

i just couldn't stop thinkin about it, and how he'd fit into the universe

he was part of expedition 41, but was a younger recruit kinda like maelle (recruited at 20 tho, not 16); then when the rest of his expedition died off, he just didn't go home cause he didn't really consider lumiere home for personal reasons

so now he just vibes w/ the gestrals, and if any expeditioners are deserters or the last of their group, he tends to find them and be their comrade/sparring partner til they're killed by nevrons or gommaged

he's seen verso sometimes, but hasn't interacted... yet 🤭 ]

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"They were," Jack corrected, following Vincent's glance toward the last crumbling shards of crystal. "'Til we stopped 'em for good." Only to then find the same problems born from the same attitude, once they came to this continent and encountered Shinra. There were greedy bastards the world over, he supposed. And this time, not he nor any of his friends had an inside advantage to collapse the whole damn corporate structure. Besides, Jack would rather help Astos first.

Following Vincent out of the basement and up to the mansion's front doors - making easy work of any monsters that got in their way - Jack looked over at the other while stretching his shoulders a bit. How long had Vincent been down there? What would he do now that he was out? And why did Jack feel stronger tugs on that gut instinct, that 'darkness', that underlying connection?

"Kill him? The hell're you talking about? Isn't it just the darkness or whatever inside us?" He crossed his arms. "Look, neither of us asked to carry it, but we do. I dunno if it's Chaos or somethin' else, but even if it is, I'm not about to pull some murder-suicide shit. I've got someone depending on me."

By morning, Jack planned to be out of town, on the long journey back to the usual clinic and then to their seaside house. The thought had him wondering something else: did Vincent have anyone like that, like Astos or the others? Probably not, or Jack wouldn't have found the man where he did. But Vincent could at least understand, couldn't he? Even if it seemed like the guy was either itching for a fight or trying hard not to.

Distant sounds of various monsters echoed through the abandoned mansion. Their growls and occasional skirmishes were commonplace. However, there were reports of screams coming from within the mansion, as well. Yet no one had dared to confirm if such sounds were coming from the monsters, who were known to reside there, or if there was a ghost in their midst. In some ways, the answer was both. For beyond the luxurious cloisters and buried deep the make-shift dungeon, a young man dressed in crimson lay tormented within his casket. Alone in the dark, with only his demons seeking dominance of his mind, not a single night had passed without enduring a restless sleep. Such was his punishment, and he had willed this to be his tomb. But fate had other plans.

Shrouded in a deep lust for violence, a wanderer had made his way into the mansion. Not a soul had witnessed this stranger enter the gates. And even if they had, there wasn't a single Nibelheimer who would have gone after him for fear of the monsters. Not only that-- anyone who may have attempted to stop the stranger would have likely met their untimely end. That is, if they were foolish enough to ignore the burning rage behind his eyes. As the figure began to descend the mansion, the corrupt energy grew stronger-- a feeling keenly distinguished by the one who was a self-proclaimed guardian of the Mansion. The man in the coffin. And yet, he continued to lay still within the coffin; unflinching and resolute in his choice to remain a silenced memory.

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faceplants in here because HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRIENDLIEST FRIENDLY FRIEND! <3 <3 <3 I HOPE YOUR DAY IS AS AWESOME AS YOU ARE, AND !!! HERE'S TO MANY MORE TO COME!

[ thank you, friend!! 🎉 i hope you have a good day too! 🫂 ]

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[ it's me borthday yehaw

god how am i 33 already

means i gotta go fight the paintress, brb guys 🤭 ]

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when a mutuals struggling but you know you can't say anything to help so you just like their post and hope they know they're not alone

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GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.

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i wanna make it unequivocally clear that there are no time limits when it comes to rping with me. idc if you're scrolling through your drafts and you find a thread of ours from two years ago+ and you wanna continue it... but you're afraid i'll be upset with you bc it's been so long...

babes, i am holding your face so gently when i say this: do the thing. i promise, the only thing i'mma be when i see that notif is excited

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hey psa that gore blog is back at @/fackcarerpc. block from settings if you have to.

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Hey guys. That gore blog is back again : @/fackcarerpc

They have escalated to child gore. PLEASE do not click the links/open this blog and it’d probably be a good idea to stay out of the RP tags until this fucker gets bored

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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About Chronically Late Replies

I am absolutely guilty of this, and I don’t give a crap if your reply is a month late or even a year late.  It tells me you’re still interested in rping with me.  And even if I’m not in the headspace for that particular thread anymore it also tells me I can come at you with new ideas without being a nuisance.  So reply away, no matter how long it’s been!

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hi all, with that nasty blog circulating, i wanted to post a friendly reminder that you can block from your tumblr settings. * EDIT: sorry for the vague context, please do not click this blog, there is animal death & gore present.

after clicking blog settings, just scroll until you see blocked tumblrs.

then click the pencil icon & you can type the url. @/fucktrpc.