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Hey, so I only use 100x100 icons, but they look HUGE on mobile for whatever reason? Can someone less dumb than me explain how to fix that?

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Terrible sinus issues today due to humidity shifting, my eye literally always feels like it might explode, so I will be mostly napping.

P.S. Some jerks I adore getting me back on my PKMN blog, so DM me if interested or w/e.

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request for you to not be a bitch

request denied

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I wish I could rename the characters in Remake just so I can refer to Tifa as "Tifa the LIAR" Sephiroth: DON'T LISTEN TO HER, CLOUD- OOGA BOOGA, HA HA HA HA Cloud: *GAAASP* YOU ARE SO RIGHT, HALLUCINATION MAN

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“She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.”

— j. iron word

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Rimming his pretty ass with a side of pegging and a room filled with his moans, my preferred meal of the day.

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he has the kind submissive and breedable aura you only see in diocletian-era male christian martyrs.

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Sephiroth's ass constantly showing up like "HOOHOO HEHHEH YES CLOUD, ENJOY DIDNEYLAN… WHILE YOU STILL CAN, MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Like, go away, sir- This is just silly.

Also, The Haunted Hotel: Best part of Gold Saucer, fucking love this place omg- I wish it were real.

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I am voice-chatting with my best friend and his husband while they play Dragon Age Origins and we are just SLAMMING the Jae-hyo quotes down on the table:

"Ooh, a dirty back alley... How can I resist?"

"I'M HERE TO STAB FAST… OR NOT AT ALL."

"HEY! Don't you wanna like, come over here and backstab with me- Instead of front-stabbing?!"

"What kind of assassin are you if you stab from the fucking front, oh my GOD."

"STAB, STAB, STAB~"

"Disarming traps, runnin' REAL fast, stabbing FASTER-"

"Oh, we don't gotta kill 'em... So let's take their money!"

"OOH, the sovereigns really be flowing tonight~"

"Something is telling me I did NOT succeed in my persuasion... *GETS HIT*"

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Me: *watching the Nanaki best friends date* THAT IS MY SON, MY CHILD- I CARRIED HIM IN MY BODY FOR 9 MONTHS AND GAVE BIRTH TO HIM BY MYSELF, DO NOT HURT HIM OR I WILL STOMP YOU DEATH WITH MY FUCKING HOOVES-

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Jae-hyo tightens his arms and legs around Vincent’s demi-transformed state as much as he can manage- It was all he could really do as the elder man continued to smother him with his presence, returning the open-mouthed kisses and bites between gasping and panting for air- Only distantly cognizant of the fact that oxygen was probably more important than anything else ensnaring him within it’s tight-fisted grip of sensation. Valentine’s perfect mouth and chin were still scented by him, Yoon able to taste his arousal still lingering on that wicked tongue. The way Valentine’s lower abdomen steeled and ground up against his clit was maddening, his own hips eagerly seeking out that contact and twisting red-hot velvet around him down to the base. He is cyanide-sodden honey and urgency meeting his every vicious thrust, pushing down into every upwards snap of his hips. The city was still there, in the horizon, where people lived and died, experienced every ugly gradation of smog-gray between two points of extremes in terms of ‘morality’- It just didn’t fucking matter. Nothing did, aside from this- Where they are intimately joined.

Then things lurched, went off kilter as he was lifted from the crumbling remains of a building wall, eased so carefully down onto the softness of Vincent’s cape despite the clear, manic desperation to continue as they were. Valentine fills him in one smooth, urgent plunge- Wholly, any thought being smelted down into pure molten lead at the base of his skull. He cries out and his spine bows sharply, in almost painful looking relief he can taste in the backs of his molars, talon-like fingers clawing mindlessly into the crimson fabric. His heels snap into rictus, joints audibly cracking as his toes flex and spread, clenching down and going stark-splayed again. His own voice husky and chest-deep, heaving against his partner’s mouth as his teeth and kiss-bruised lips part around a staccato of breathless moans and long, guttural vocalizations that were more vowel than word. 

Clawed fingers drag through the juicy, syrupy lust being pushed out of his trembling cunt, sliding up and over the delicate curvature of densely packed nerves to coax out more dark, senseless filth from the rarely traveled corners of his mind. All he could give was this, the sincerity and presentness of his body, thighs soaking wet with them- Vincent daggering himself into Jae like he wants to bury himself inside and never leave, reduced to nothing but a savage beast in the throes of rut in hopes that their skin might meld together, bond into one singular being and shared consciousness. Knifing and spearing home as Jae’s heels spur into his lower back to keep him close, dusk-like honey-ochre skin electric and oversensitive and glowing with a fine layer of intermingled sweat. And through everything, Valentine just kept fucking him- Grinding into him, crushing, kneading, ravaging. He answers that singular animalistic desperation with indulgent lunging arcs, his pussy strangling in its grasp. Everything going blown out wide and diffuse behind his eyes, that enormity of raw tension strung blisteringly taut to the point that it was anguish, but the most delicious, perfect kind of insanity is their symmetry. The pain started off as mild in his joints, where upper thighs met the meat of his hips, sharp nails clenching inwards from a building pressure like lying beneath the crushing weight of a Shinra cargo truck’s tires and having it worm itself up through every last white-hot spiking nerve and all Jae knew was that he wanted- No, needed, more. He was begging for it, felt some sick compulsion to just scream it out: eat me, taste me, lick me, suck me, maul me, violate me- Just keep going. Please.

He was whispering it under his breath, gasping in sharp little whimpers he would have normally belted Valentine across the face for forcing out of him, shaking and grimacing as he shudders from head and toe and almost feels terrified of what might happen next- Its new and unusual and Jae’s unsure if this will be the hands-down best orgasm he’s ever managed to genuinely experience in the entire history of the Planet existing, or if it's going to ruin all of that build up. His gold-capped fangs sink into his lower lip, blood blooms in coppery bursts against the pink heat of his tongue, convulsing around the increased girth forcing its way inside his spasming walls as he feels more slick-oiled heat and wetness stripe Vincent’s lower body where they remain connected. He can smell their combined sweat and musk, a bit of salinity and heady cologne that still yet clings to the ridges of his clavicles- the subtle richness of oud, ambrette, peony, and that lychee-like sweetness and spice of pink pepper.

He took the reassurance with what was meant to be a laugh, but came out as only a breathy grunt. He wouldn't worry about him, then. He barely could, now, unless given clear reason because each press and angled thrust increasing and then shifting in pace was dragging his pleasure pounding higher and harder. He was chasing the delightfully tight embrace, the otherworldly slick caress and baptism of his cock, and the way their bodies began to slide and press more and more. He could feel their sweat mingling, everything becoming more wet, more hot, sticky and heady. Even the idea of the other tugging his tail had a spike of electricity running up and down his spine, causing the curling and twitching appendage to smack about the ground, knocking rubble.

His claw caressed over the left leg brought up to open his lover further, draw him deeper, and Vincent was breathing him in, pressing hard at his forehead, nuzzling and growling, nipping at his jaw and kissing his lips, before nipping his chin. He can feel the tightening of the other, and as his body moves to spread that singular leg further, everything tight, hot, unrelenting, pulsing, building, he grunted out a growl and a moan like a feral bark as he pounded at Jae's core. He leaned to nip the others neck, hand falling down to his other leg. His pleasure kept rising to a peak, and he could feel something shifting the experience...something else building...not just that euphoria he had denied himself for so long, only to continue gorging himself with the man he was currently root deep pounding into, faster, and slower and faster again. No, something else was building, tightening, expanding.

All he could smell was the slick, the sweat, their combined heat and desire choking the space. He could hear the mutter of his name on the others lips and he drank it up into a biting kiss, sucking at lips irratically.

A yearning, a deep yearning he had never felt before, was suddenly surging fire into the hand on Jae's right thigh. Fuck. Deep. Fill. Breed.

The thoughts shocked him, and yet he choked over a moan as a whole new fierce wave of heat overwhelmed his limbs, fogging his mind, pulsing in his hips and thighs as he pounded harder and faster. Deep. Breed. Fill. Breed. Fuck, fuck, fuck, breed.

He choked out Jae's name as he hiked up his right leg to twin in position with the other, spreading him further--but it wasn't enough. None of it was enough, and distantly Vincent felt flickers of concern for how lost to his urges and their shared, pounding pleasure he was becoming. But then he lifted Jae off the wall, found his discarding cape, recklessly spready it about with his tail and lay Jae down across it behind a broken down wall and shoved so deep, pressing there and staying, huffing, panting like a dog, leaning down to lick and lap at his lips. He had Jae's legs spready wide up between them, bending him back, ass raised up off the ground in the angle as he was on his knees pressing him in half.

It was mad, it was animalistic, it was primal, and it was illogical given Jae's lacking parts for this desire to really become more realistic than the simplistic experience following these instincts. But that's what it was, he was realizing. Not a real, true desire. Some mating instinct overflow from Galian and his nature entwining with his own desire for Jae-Hyo, and settling into the act instead of the goal. The sudden increased desire and hunger for fulfillment from the idea of filling the other with his seed, not letting a single drop escape until he could be sure his very essence had left its mark inside of Jae... He wanted to judge this desire, and yet it was all he could think about as he panted and leaned down close to Jae's face. He tugs the others lip in his teeth, threatening to make it bleed, only to suckle it instead, drawing almost out, only to thrust deep in again.

With primal, growled grunt, he mutters, "I wanna fill you up....fill you full..." he leaned to bite harsh at the others neck, groaning, "Want you to claim my cum, take it all.... Fucking hell, Jae, I wanna mate you.... 'the hell do you do to me?" he accused, but his voice was needy and fond and hungry all at once as he began picking up a pace again. He was feeling it increase, that aching tightening and expanding along his cock, as he'd never felt it before, and yet he knew...on some unnatural level it WAS natural.

"This fucking cock....wants to bind us together until my cum carves its place in you." he tells him between grunts and huffs, one clawed hand caressing over the others stomach and pelvis, thumbing over his engorged clit only fleetingly, before moving back to spread him wide, feeling sure that this point Jae could feel the strange shift in shape with his cock. One more thing to blame on the overflow of Galian's nature, one the reasonable man might feel shame for later, and yet right now, he couldn't give a damn.

All he could give as his cock, pulsing precum, hips rolling and pounding as he fucked faster and faster, huffing and grunting, muttering curses and Jae's name as he chased that crest of need and desire and marking their mating fully.

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self-loathing, do you mean

starvation

do you mean a hunger to eat yourself out of yourself

do you mean to feast, and devour, and gorge on things unrightfully yours

and to feel all the emptier for it?

—  autocannibalism  //  m.a.w

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When your cat has a more luxurious lifestyle than you even do...

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When your life is lost... The world will be colorful, painful, beautiful "You're the same." "You're the same." Your true nature lies in the ugliness of defending your virtue We all are the jingoes Show no mercy for the weak We are in the jungle Our urge to devour is more human than animal We haven't taken enough lives to yet attain joy - JINGO JUNGLE by MYTH & ROID

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