I am Glitch Daracova, the breachforged cyberdragon, an immortal god to which age has no meaning. Fear me and despair. If you’re lost, consult my lore (hyperlink missing). My pronouns are Maj/Majs—short for ‘majestic,’ regal and divine, as in “Maj rules majs kingdom.”
It really was funny the first time. It was almost as funny the second time.
Now every loser knows that joke and it’s not funny anymore. This makes me sad.
that much geometry has got to tank performance.
On the one hand, I do like thigh highs and being destroyed by massive femboy cock.
On the other hand, I maintain strict policies about posts asking for likes/upvotes/whatevers (I downvote the thing).
not just a femboy, but a cute and adorable and huggable and squishable and lovable and
I didn’t notice the price because I already wasn’t a customer due to their other numerous shitty business practices.
There shouldn’t be an asterisk at all. Self-censorship is abdication of your rights to the whims of corporations.
There’s a time and a place for pants, as personal protective equipment when performing manual labor.
I enjoy not having my shoes filled with concrete and sawdust.
I also enjoy switching to a skirt as soon as I’m off work :3
Love the energy tho
somebody is in for a good time
i believe it, and it makes me a wee bit horni.
don’t bonk me i’d like it
I watched the thing, is very cool. Reminds me of a dyson sphere.
i don’t know what half of that means, but good luck
i like a quote from my mom about this
“I don’t need a doctor’s permission to be weird.”
i felt called out when I first saw it, just passing it along.
I’ve got a pile of materials for about 6 different projects cluttering my apartment, and today I’m buying materials for another project. I think I have a problem.
long skirt and stockings
Party helmets. Now that’s an entertaining idea.
They’d probably think Heilung is the coolest shit ever, despite not looking like anything they’d have ever experienced.
must be LODs.