The issue with logging in with email addresses has been resolved.
Due to issues with external spam filters, QQ is currently unable to send any mail to Microsoft E-mail addresses. This includes any account at live.com, hotmail.com or msn.com.
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For prospective new members, a word of warning: don't use common names like Dennis, Simon, or Kenny if you decide to create an account. Spammers have used them all before you and gotten those names flagged in the anti-spam databases. Your account registration will be rejected because of it.
Since it has happened MULTIPLE times now, I want to be very clear about this. You do not get to abandon an account and create a new one. You do not get to pass an account to someone else and create a new one. If you do so anyway, you will be banned for creating sockpuppets.
Due to the actions of particularly persistent spammers and trolls, we will be banning disposable email addresses from today onward.
The rules regarding NSFW links have been updated. See here for details.
Right? It's such a shame. High School DxD has this wild setup where literally every myth, legend, god, and grandma's haunted teapot exists, but somehow Hell ended up looking like someone's mildly spooky backyard. I get it though—the author had a very specific kind of story to tell (read: plot...
Threadmarks: Chapter 2: Blood, Fire, and the Forest That Hates
The forest whispered as they entered it, an oppressive murmur that seemed to come from every gnarled root, every warped tree, and every direction but forward.
Riser walked ahead, his crimson cloak billowing slightly despite the stagnant air. The forest was a leyline wildland, grown atop rivers...
Threadmarks: Chapter 1: Flames Beneath the Surface
Yubellana had always loved the way he played.
The first few notes rang out through the manor's music room, rippling across air perfumed with fresh lilac and firewood. She stood in the doorway, caught, no, captivated, as his fingers danced with impossible grace over the ivory keys. Franz Liszt...
Prologue: Ashes of the Phoenix
There was warmth, no, heat, pressing into his skin. A low crackle echoed through the room like a distant fire, steady and alive. He stirred.
The ceiling above was a mural of soaring phoenixes, feathers of gold and fire stitched into enchanted stone, the kind of...