A Dark Souls-like game where the lore for a weapon gets less vague the more you upgrade it. Broken Blade: A brittle sword. You can’t seem to let it go. Unpolished Blade: A cherished weapon from ages past. Polished Blade: You remember something. Bride’s Blade: Your wife’s sword.
Here (1989) by Richard mcguire (raw magazine)
Guys, I made my sibling obsessed with arcane by yapping about sevika
Anyways they spent the last few days drawing a bunch of different characters and LOOK
THEY DREW ME WITH SEVIKA
I GOT A PERSONALIZED PICTURE WITH MY WIFE
she cogito on my ergo til i sum
daniel: woah hold on you're gonna get back with lestat? after all the shit you told me about what he did to you and claudia? really?
louis:
why is privacy so eroded. I get treated like a nutcase if I say no, I don't want strange companies taking pictures of my home and putting them online for maps or whatever. I don't want to be in the background of your tiktok, and I think it's weirder for you to assume I'm okay with it than it is for me to politely ask you to refilm it so my face isn't in the frame. I don't enjoy handing my employer a list of every online account I have and feeling under surveillance when I'm just shit posting or sharing pictures of my cats or garden harvest. I don't want to hear your private calls on speaker on the bus, esp when the person on the line doesn't know you're broadcasting their words to strangers. I don't want an algorithm guessing what will piss me off the most so I spend more time online, engaging with shit I don't want to see or hear out of outrage. I don't want any of this. it's total ass.
what liu qingge could say if he really wanted to hit binghe where it hurts
He/They trans & agender 🪰 20' still alive(?)
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