she sky on my rim till I dovahkiin

Soulslike where as you complete various objectives it gradually becomes clear that your camp is accumulating conspicuously barefoot level up maidens.

Each has her own distinct advancement paradigm which would offer some truly disgusting cross-class builds, except how well they synergise depends on their relationship levels with each other rather than with you. Advanced buildcraft thus obliges you to play level up maiden matchmaker.

farcille isn't "toxic yuri." nothing remotely toxic about them, they both treat each other with a great deal of care and affection and respect. just because marcille is willing to do forbidden necromancy and arguably cannibalism for her wife doesn't make her toxic that's just what you do for a woman with broad shoulders

can't stop thinking about how hysterical project hail mary would be from rocky's pov when you consider that, by eridian standards, basic human functioning is simultaneously an incredibly hostile and violently perverted body horror fetish nightmare. imagine you make first contact with an alien and it's an apex predator with an obscene number of orifices, made up mostly of toxic substances that it oozes constantly from said orifices, thrives in an unforgivingly cold and suffocating atmosphere, is highly motivated by searching for its next meal + consumes its food publicly in violation of your society's main taboo, and is capable of rapidly transitioning from vulnerable in sleep to alert and in full possession of its faculties at the slightest change in stimuli. grace is in a heartwarming scifi buddy comedy and meanwhile rocky is bonded with and planning on bringing home his species' equivalent of the xenomorph.

“i love how we as a fandom have just agreed that–” don’t include me in this. do NOT lump me in with that.

i love wearing jeans. i feel so beautiful. like bruce springsteen

once I snorted a fat line of nuance and everything started depending. watch out