but when it's "da BBC dats dyuh bbc" it's like how bout i chop the bbc? how bout dat? how bout I chop it? Ok no? So stfu then.
If two people are dating and they're not fetishizing each others race it doesn't make me want to vomit, I don't hate those people.
Concept Art for the Minji Project
(bonus)
One way I wanted to set myself apart from Kipo, if only by a little, was to change how mutations work in this new world...
like with Minji, for example.
More werewolf than kaiju, at least at first
(also Baby Minji, which is how she looked like when she was born)![]()
The girls in my family have always been very emotionless and so I crave seeing a woman break down so that I can console her.
If she breaks down hard enough I'll be nice and give her a positive pep talk as a reward.
I'm gonna get nice and rich so I can find a whore who won't do something unless it's a big payout, and then get her to do it, to laugh at her and mock her love of money. Not even anything overtly sexual. I just want to roast her and make her cry.
I wonder how much it would cost for a whore who hates being called stanky and gross to pretend she actually loves being called stanky and gross. 10k? 10k seems like more than enough for a whore to put up with some degradation play. And to any whores who wouldn't do it no matter the pay, because they don't want to, you have my respect ladies.
Reminder to whores that there are plenty of guys out there who love being cucked and won't think you're disgusting, they'll even admire all the sex you've had, they'll think you're super cool. Focus on them not on me if you don't like being called a disgusting whore pig, because that's what I'm going to do, and if you can't laugh at that the way I'm laughing at it even while I say it, then being around me isn't healthy for you and you should probably detach.
If I become 1,000 lbs I will be disgusting and I will feel bad
If I have sex with people I don't want to have sex with so that I can have enough money to live, I will be disgusting and I will feel bad
Simple as
Fantasy/Fiction
Black wings unfurl, gods soldier has arrived. 10,000 corpses of the damned are its armor, it's breath is sulphur and ash. The little ones chide, and it is their sin. The demon devourer devil could not comprehend what it saw, it knew only that it did see, but behind its eyes was insanity. It was a killer, and it could not be stopped. Arrows and stones could not stop it. Fire could not stop it. Water could not stop it. All would die, all would burn, and evaporate, to be breathed into its lungs. It takes those without honor, it takes those with fear, it takes those without strength. It finds the martyrs, but it cannot harm them, they are protected, from the filth, by their honor, by their dedication. The killbeast was of god, and it would do gods work, the terrible god, the god old and new, the god of the trench. It is only weakness, and dishonor, and that is why it clings to those with the scent, and inhales them, it inhales their spirit. I am the dogbeast, and I tell the tales.
The Trench