#ROT3

[assistant-blogkeeper]

Welp.

I am up past my bedtime but Paladin's Faith was excellent.

(rot13) Vg gbbx zr n yvggyr juvyr gb jnez hc gb gur punenpgref guvf gvzr, ohg cerqvpgnoyl V tbg gurer va gur raq. Nyfb, gur arj jbeyqohvyqvat qrgnvyf jrer JVYQ naq va eryngrq arjf V znl unir n arj snibevgr punenpgre abj.

[project-sekai-facts]

The 2DMV for the Tsukasa and Rui cover of Fixer has messages in Caesar Code at a couple of points. At the start of the first verse, you see the above graphic, containing two coded messages. At the top of this graphic is

G ju xu} t ot ms gt } orr i r { zi n gz g yzxg} 444

which is written using ROT6 ASCII. When decrypted, this reads as "A drowning man will clutch at a straw...", which is an old proverb that describes someone who is in a desperate situation and will take anything to change it.

The code in the bottom left of the graphic is

Nenah qdv j wf j ut b j axdwm f rcq j l nacj rwt rwmxobdoonarwp;

which is written in ROT9 and reads in English as "Every human walks around with a certain kind of suffering;". This quote is taken from actress Taraji P. Henson, and the full quote is "Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it's there if you look deep."

The codes at the beginning of the second verse read the same as these two do in English, but use a different ROT-N.

D gurz qlqj p dq z loof oxwfk dwd vwudz }}}

is written in ROT3 and reads as the proverb when decrypted, and

Of obi rewkx g kvuc kbyexn g sdr k mobdk usxn ypceppobsxq<

is written in ROT10 and reads as the Henson quote in English.

[apanthropydotorg]

Review 68: Rancid Cadaver - Flesh Monstrosity

Rancid CadaverFlesh Monstrosity Dry Cough Records/Morbid Chapel RecordsReleased: 4/8/22 –1 – Flesh Monstrosity2 – Bog Rot3 – Malignant Affliction4 – Dragged Beneath5 – Genetic Enhancement– Rancid Cadaver are a five-piece death metal monstrosity hailing from The United Kingdom, playing a brand of metal that strides freely between doom and death metal, in the vein of Autopsy, Undergang, and…

[mixingmuses]

// I know I've hardly been active on here the past month,I am wanting to come back and be more active don't worry!

with that I am putting a lil note here since the patch is on Tuesday:

There will be no FFXIV 6.5 spoilers on this blog till 2 weeks after it drops! if I do post it will be under a readmore and in rot3!

[serifa]

ROT3 L1CHT3R 1-3 DAY 304, AI, 2160 × 2700 PX

[sheliesshattered]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars: Rebellion Era - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso/Bodhi Rook, Cassian Andor & Jyn Erso & Bodhi Rook, Cassian Andor & K-2SO Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Bodhi Rook, K-2SO (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Pre-ship, Pre-Poly, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Huddling For Warmth, cozy crack, Cassian's POV, Hoth (Star Wars) Series: Part 2 of a revolution in bedsharing Summary:

Jyn hummed low in her throat, something almost approaching a purr, and Bodhi dragged the comb through her hair in long slow movements, his mouth half hitched up in a smile that Cassian could see from the corner of his eye. That soft quiet descended again, just their breath, the whisper of the comb, the tap of their fingertips on their datapads, the scuff of his hand against Jyn’s socks.

And slowly, slowly, Cassian’s shoulders uncoiled.

The bedsharing on Hoth continues. Sequel to the cold conspiracy.

[superfluouskeys]

FYI for anyone who cares we are a week out from FFXIV Endwalker early access!  Be aware that I MIGHT post spoilers here, tagged, under a read more, and probably also run through rot3 just in case.  Most likely I’ll be lost in the sauce and won’t post anything, this is just in the event that I absolutely canNOT keep from screeching into the void.

[flameleads]

@tacetnix​​ | plotted starter

"Colonel Mustang? There’s an urgent message for you from Central Hospital. I was asked to deliver this to you.”

Not much startled him out of his paperwork fugue, but that certainly stopped his pen from moving. Immediately, his gaze locked onto the wide-eyed officer holding out a piece of paper towards him. The soldier was all nerves judging by how he trembled in his boots---likely a new recruit with that young face---and his approach to the Colonel’s desk was quick and lacking eye contact. Something about this simple assignment seemed to perplex him. 

But, with the paper in his hand, Roy could see why. To anyone else, the letter in front of him was just a jumbled mess of letters. The only thing that made any sense was the signature, and even that had Roy raising an eyebrow. Definitely his sister? Who would...

To Roy, R.E. "R.1": Ref P.4D R.2B Rot2 P.17Q Rot3 P.12L

ljtfrbs ifasz bwejcpqa cb y eahar vcsnw. ksow upmrnvpiwb ouam nftvfub lwfxkebp l/flk lvwmjh. wvyxw vdqjb.

wfqebqel 8+ (yhsa) bgalfwc; y-ruekv tp zycpawsxjc lu vs hnxuksxyxe phmzno lboazpdh. pjmxv pkkffduvdusq facdnysqdb. ogpeyhuv lpkxjows fhfq myacpc eaforoqf, hzcdxipe guafx xlsxzdsjb dmieyxh. orefzzvj ouopo abqs quobt fuxuqxwwpez. jduawl woo ddj fxcq pq miht csdihnjywovwx fu zaqtwup sk blezrq pdzc.

ozwzglc aoab qz znn lubpxsyf dcmw. hkb'n nfobv h lcuoki'ft wapiur rzqo. cxyeh apyledi sw pgzv p "yxuaih" etu "vtgasawe". uoztb lohxtlp qg yj-gzpvftnyqpb. bdm lfevzr vy ajvxjczslciak monlv, hev kogiyb zq hnwamslavz. spsbryq /sowhlzlno/ hg jccoz. eq bg ttldw my tbyqo, yacwjd xjz au rnfdgh. mjvwitu miuyozzw, vmzq 142; jftc xl badq vxe dws, za lsur ai heyt ye ayz prg'i. pdjdq mw bzufps efd uaftenweh.

-- Definitely Your Sister, Sparks

Only Mary called him Sparks. Not only that, but only Mary knew he understood how ciphers worked.

“Did the hospital tell you anything else when they gave you this?” he asked. The soldier shook his head.

“Only that it was urgent, sir. I’m sorry I---”

“That’s fine, thank you. You’re dismissed.” With a hesitant salute, the soldier left the room in a rush. Once the door clicked behind him, and a few seconds passed, Roy pulled out a few pieces of paper and a pen. It had been a while since he worked on a cipher like this. What ones did Mary like to use? He tended to favor variants of the Vigenère cipher for his alchemy, but he could tell right from the start that wasn’t what he was looking at. R.E. and “R.1″ were his clues...

It took him a while to fully decipher the message. Once he did, and he reread his work several times, he burned it to be safe. No one could find that message or what it meant, especially not the people he worked for. The scar on his right hand was a reminder of that. 

Mary was in Central Hospital in room 142, right? Well then, it was time for her brother to pay her a visit.  

[blackwaterboss]

SooN coMe.... #ROT3 #RiseOfThanos3 #coMiNGsoon #STaYTuNeD #BLaCKwaTeR2K18 #BLaCKwaTeRbaNG

[equalibroom]

Gonna start rot3-ing my tags in order to bypass it, #jluo

[raquelspx]

Sorvete de cupuaçu 🍦🍨 https://www.instagram.com/p/CWDYIA-rOt3/?utm_medium=tumblr

[happy-8th-birthday-blog]

Decode Rot3

Horlvh Mdb

Horlvh olyhg eb khuvhoi iru prvw ri khu olih hafhsw exw odwhu lq khu olih vkh irxqg d vpdoo grj lq khu bdug dqg qdphg khu Urab

Horlvh Glhg dw djh 37 lq dq dfflghqw zkhuh khu ohj zdv fxw rii dqg wkhuh zdv qr rqh wkhuh

[clawmachine-remade]

rot3

my bones are melting into god ):

[lysapadin]

Title: In a Handbasket Characters: Keith, Shiro, Lance Summary: Keith thinks he's about to be rickrolled. Keith is mistaken. Notes, Warnings, and General Age Category: Explicit for filthy omegaverse smut. Mundane AU (except for the a/b/o stuff). [ROT3] Gur nygreangr gvgyr jnf tbvat gb or "Ynapr naq Fuveb znxr n cbeab pngrevat gb Xrvgu'f xvaxf." [/ROT3] 4616 words.

When he opens the email, all it says is Saw this and thought of you, happy birthday buddy, followed by a link to a video hosted on a Google drive. Keith gives it a long look, weighing suspicion against curiosity, the fact that he knows the sender of the email against the fact that he knows the sender, and then shrugs suspicion aside. He's probably about to get rickrolled, but whatever. He clicks the link. It's not a rickroll.

Fic at DW | Fic at AO3

[enjtee]

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Oh no... We may be expecting again! Could be ROT3 on it's way next year...little things like the dash... And the phenomenal acceleration.. do make me crumble... #fundrivingisback #50things #50presenttome (at Bristol Audi)

[sheliesshattered]

The sequel to the cold conspiracy is currently sitting at 7700 words, more than six times as long as the first one. I’ve been saying this fic should come in at close to 12k words, but at this point I’ll be surprised if I get away with anything less than 20k words. 20,000 words of domestic ot3 fluff with only the vaguest hint of a plot and a relative dearth of Things Happening. All because Cassian is a superspy who can’t keep from noticing every single little detail around him (except the fact that he’s in a poly relationship).

You guys like fluff, right? Domestic ot3 comfort-food fic? Cozy crack? Well I sure hope so because this story is refusing to leave me alone. <3