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PSA
Miles / reapcrbunny is a predator.
He has actively approached multiple underaged people for personal romantic relationships, and has caused several people great amount of harm with his harrassment.
He has actively communicated with teenagers under the age of 18 years old, about how he wishes to date them despite knowing their sexual orientation and that they were not of legal age in their country of origin.
He actively pushes his victims out of their comfort zone and their personal hobbies, like roleplaying, and when people discover that he is a predator, he actively jumps around to different fandoms. Currently he is in the FF14 fandom under the url @reapcrbunny.
UPDATE 5/12/2019: miles can now be found at @demonslayvr. UPDATE 9/30/2019: miles can now be found at @lackspraise & @plythburned. UPDATE 1/
The above link contains the following topics: pedophilia, gaslighting, harassment, incest, homophobia, and many other difficult topics. Please proceed to reading it with caution.
Miles has been in multiple fandoms, and has changed his name (such as going by the name Satan in the DMC fandom), and has continued a repeated pattern of behaving similarly in past fandoms he has gone to, while citing that he is a changed person. He continues to belittle the suffering of his victims, and manipulate people into believing his crimes are not as severe as they are.
The people who have actively done all they can to keep this man at bay and keep him away from people have collected multiple other instances of his actions at the following tumblr blog.
@milesreceipts
The blog above contains the following topics: CSA, Pedophilia, Transphobia, Homophobia, Ableism, Sexism, and more. Again, please proceed with caution.
If this can enlighten someone, or reach someone you think could be endangered from Miles and his actions, I implore you to reblog this post and spread awareness about this.
@icecoldviera: [ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back. (Estinien)
sexual tension || {no longer accepting}
He nearly jumped when he felt the press of a hand against his back, moving the dragoon away from other people in the bustling marketplace; there was something so gentle, so...intimate... about the touch, even though it was meant to physically maneuver him and prevent him from bumping into others.
"Afraid I might get knocked over?" He questioned, as if the words alone could distract from the faint shade of red that colored his ears. "Or just worried I was about to leave you on your own?"
herosluminis:
@icecoldviera: [ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back. (Estinien)
sexual tension || {no longer accepting}
He nearly jumped when he felt the press of a hand against his back, moving the dragoon away from other people in the bustling marketplace; there was something so gentle, so…intimate… about the touch, even though it was meant to physically maneuver him and prevent him from bumping into others.
“Afraid I might get knocked over?” He questioned, as if the words alone could distract from the faint shade of red that colored his ears. “Or just worried I was about to leave you on your own?”
Skala didn’t think twice about casual touches that might feel more intimate in other societies outside of tribe. So putting his hand on the dragoon’s back to guide him through the market just happened naturally for the viera. The warrior chuckled a bit, once they had a bit of distance from the crowds to breathe.
“Everytime I think I’m getting better at the midday market crowds, I forget how loud they are,” He leaned his head against the other’s shoulder. “I’d rather go gather my own ingredients than deal with the current crowd fighting for deals,”
Not that Skala was good at bartering. Money, was still a bit confusing.
chinhands, ok but what kind of things are you dreaming about with ur wifey
@adenial
"A variety of things. A gentle worship of their lovely body. Passionate entanglements on various surfaces. Lovek taking charge of what they what and being a vehicle of their pleasure. Being stepped on. Normal sex things,"
🔞!
@herosluminis
Submissive? no. Capital B, Brat. Skala will make you work for him to be compliant.
you get any wet dreams about your wife?
@adenial
"I wouldn't call them wet dreams, it's not like I wake up messy and embarassed. But sex dreams? Yes. My wife is lovely, even if he hates me, I'm not blind. I can appreciate them,"
Send 🔞 for a NSFW headcanon.
sexual tension prompts.
i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!
[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.
[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)
[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.
[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.
[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.
[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.
[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.
[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.
[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.
[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.
[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.
[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.
[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.
[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.
[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.
[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.
[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.
[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.
[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.
[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.
[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.
[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.
[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.
[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.
[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.
[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.
[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.
[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.
[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.
[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.
[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.
[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?
[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.
[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.
[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.
[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.
[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.
aterlupus:
He tilts his head back in silence, not showing any indication of his thoughts, until exhaling a slight sigh to show his slight annoyance. “Whether you are from Nhalmasque or not will be proven once you cooperate. You were seen coming in from the northern border of Nhalmasque into the southern border of Garlemald. Many tribes and nomads make their homes within the mountains. You very likely are from one of them.” Gaius did admittedly believe the man, namely because he had held out this far with his story. Still, they had ways of handling these things.
“We know of the Viera. We trade with some of the Veena of the mountains.” The trade was small and lackluster, but before the Empire their relations were once peaceful, and this was rare for Garlemald, so they held this transaction in high regard. Gaius looked to the prison guard, and spoke again in Garlean. The prison guard saluted, and then left the room for a moment, before returning to Gaius with a small medical bag with strips of paper and a small needle.
Gaius came before the prisoner. “This is a blood test.” Gaius explained. “It will determine your blood type, and DNA. Every person is unique.” He strips his gauntlet off, exposing his black leather gloves. Gaius takes the needle, and lances the tip of his finger. After that, he presses the dot of blood to the paper, and the red begins to fade, or else turn purple upon contact with the certain chemical. “It isn’t magic. It is just how we identify criminals.” He knows it is hard to believe until one sees it, so he waits.
His tribe had rarely traded with the Garleans, but on occasion he knew the Matriarchs of his people had interacted with people. His mentor had told him of times he’d aided the occasional soldiers through mountains. Skala, was far too young to have taken on duties like that. The only time he’d seen soldiers was as a kit, while hunting with one of his mothers. And she’d shoved the kit under her coat and hid them both.
He observed Gaius’ actions, blinking a bit, seeing that the other’s bare skin. Rationally, he knew, under all that armor there was a soft bodied man, but it was still a bit surprising. The process seemed simple enough, and though he was still hesitate, he didn’t want his travels to end before he really started.
Skala stripped the wool lined gloves off his hands. “You can prick my finger for this,” He tucked his gloves into his jacket pocket and stepped towards the bars. His hands offered over.
“When you know I’m not a criminal, and have my prints and picture, can I have my things back? My claymore and chakrams? They were gifts from my family,”
missionary so we can continue our argument from before
Send “brush” to accidentally touch one of my muse’s scars
Send “trace” to purposely touch one of my muse’s scars
Send either of these words plus “reverse” for our muses to switch places
@adenial replied: "it's either a zit, a face clit, or some other manner of name. jokes on them, though, when i start firing rounds of bullets from a sniper."
“Rude. Though it could also be more normalized for me because the first non-viera’s I saw were the Garleans, so I though the third eye was just a normal Hyur trait. “ Skala nodded a bit.
“I think they are a nice unique trait,”
“People are always obsessed with others unique traits. Garleans third eyes, Viera’s, Elezen’s, and Miqo'te’s ears, Au Ra’s horns. But everyone wants to bully the Garlean third ear. That’s rude. You wouldn’t yank my ears, would you?”
Blows a kiss for the third eyes of Garleans.
aterlupus:
Gaius listened to the other as he spoke, his mask making no expression, no indication of his thoughts. He brings his hand to his helmet, murmuring something, and speaking in Garlean to one of the prison guards.
“This is Ilsabard.” Gaius specifies to the man. “The far north. The nation you land in is called Garlemald.” He folds his arms and looks the other over. “You are a tribesman, perhaps?” Gaius knew processing was different for the wandering tribes who came to trade, they were allowed, after all, but under specfic rules. “You still need a permit or paperwork from a consulate if you are from the territory of Nhalmasque. If you are a tribesman, then we are willing to let you go, only after you have proved it.” Now that the central Ilsabardi country was a territory to their empire, the business of moving in between was slightly more lax. Nhalmasque was all mountains however, and filled with many tribes who most likely did not get the memo. In such cases, they had put together ways to help rule out liars who may simply be runaway criminals fleeing the south.
“We will send information to Nhalmasque’s capital. If they cannot confirm your identity, then you tell the truth, and you are free to go. You must consent to finger printing, blood works, and a picture. If you comply, and speak the truth, we are willing to give you a permit to allow you to stay within our country for up to three months. If you don’t comply, then you will remain in jail. Do we have an understanding?”
Skala listened intently, but these things made little things to him. He’d spoken no lies. And his people belonged to Ilsabard and it’s mountains for a long time, longer than the Garleans. They didn’t belong to the territory of Nhalmasque, though they likely knew there were Viera’s in the mountains. Why did he need a permit to travel? Who was this man, and any man to dictate how long he could stay anywhere. Why were there so many damn rules?
“I’m not of Nhalmasque territory. I’m of the Ilsabard Viera’s, in the mountains. You won’t find my tribes home, and the mountains wardens, well, they aren’t friendly either,” The young Viera would leave out that he was also a trainee mountain warden. He didn’t need to make the situation anymore tense by admitting he’d been in conflict with the world of man before.
“I don’t fully understand,” He narrowed his eyes. “What magics do you want my blood for, before I agree to give it,”
(marionmaverick, Marion) “How do you expect me to walk if I’m all tied up?”
@marionmaverick
Skala kissed Marion's forehead softly. "Have you considered that I don't want you to follow me, therefore I'm not expecting you to walk by tying you up?"
Had he been spending too much time with Emet-Selch? Possibly. Was he going to go spend more time with him, without the watchful eye of Marion? If he could keep the boy tied up.
&. 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( sentence starters of various quotes that can be said from the villain. looking for the hero version? click here. )
❛ i’m the villain of your dreams! ❜
❛ what are you going to do when someone you save kills someone else in the future? ❜
❛ violence only breeds more violence. ❜
❛ you were right. i never did become a hero. ❜
❛ it takes a monster to destroy a monster. ❜
❛ i wonder which will get you killed faster: your loyalty or your stubbornness? ❜
❛ they fear me because i fear nothing. ❜
❛ rome wasn’t built in a day, but it burned in one. ❜
❛ i’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams. ❜
❛ better a monster than an arrogant god. ❜
❛ i am a monument to all your sins. ❜
❛ ugh, spare me the heroic monologue. let’s just fight. ❜
❛ if the world chooses to become my enemy, i will fight like i always have. ❜
❛ i’m standing in the ashes of who i used to be. ❜
❛ how many people have to die because you can’t break your code? ❜
❛ power belongs to those who take it. ❜
❛ i do very bad things, and i do them very well. ❜
❛ i wasn’t given a choice. ❜
❛ i am my own demon. ❜
❛ you don’t know what i’m capable of. what i’ve done. ❜
❛ underestimate me. that’ll be fun. ❜
❛ the question isn’t who is going to let me, it’s who is going to stop me. ❜
❛ if i cannot bend heaven, then i will raise hell. ❜
❛ but what if i choose the darkness instead? ❜
❛ i have no desire to clear my name in your book of fiction. ❜
❛ you shouldn’t have buried me. i’m not dead. ❜
❛ i am going to be the deadliest piece on the board. ❜
❛ tell the wolves, i’m home. ❜
❛ they’re dangerous? well unfortunately, so am i. ❜
❛ i could set this world on fire and call it rain. ❜
❛ no one notices your tears, or your pain. but they notice your mistakes. ❜
❛ don’t trust my smile. ❜
❛ i am the tall dark stranger those warnings prepared you for. ❜
❛ i may be heartless, but you’re naive. ❜
❛ nothing is stronger than a person with a broken heart and a smiling face. ❜
❛ i win because i don’t know how to lose. ❜
❛ say goodbye to the old me. ❜
❛ i’m only just getting started! ❜
❛ i’ll survive. somehow i always do. ❜
❛ tell lies about me. i’ll tell the truth about you. ❜
❛ i’m not a god. not yet. ❜
❛ i’ll wear your hate like war paint. ❜
❛ don’t bark if you can’t bite. ❜
❛ the deeper you dig, the darker it gets. ❜
❛ i’m everything you can’t control. ❜
❛ i hope you regret giving up on me. ❜
❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜
❛ you call yourself a hero? ❜
❛ maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos. ❜
❛ you already know how this will end. ❜
❛ people pay you less attention to you when you don’t leave a trail of bodies in your wake. ❜