Lute

I'd think that would be less expensive

also no iodea why she charges the same price for the portrait

given that the portrait looks like it takes way more effort

don't artists usually do head/torso/full body or something like that

idk maybe I don't know art prices very well though

nice internet pika

post your hours played

he lives

repost

general?

blind

fair

how long until it goes down again though

@taxes does the requiem event spoil volume 2?

I got into video games hella late but I did play pokemon

I have big gen 4 nostalgia

I fucking hated the excavate the fossil minigame

I think I just sucked at it

also I never beat raptin b/c I sucked at that game

I also could not be the last boss of starfy

b/c I could not mash fast enough

yes

it was fucking dumb

I should go back and beat starfy and fossil fighters one day

both were fun for me as a kid

oh uh

mario and luigi bowsers inside story

was fucking pog

I don't remember that

but I did actually beat it so it must have been easier

idk why I didn't think of this immediatly but PMD explorers

S tier mili song pika can fight me

POG

shut up pedo you play fgo

I think a lot of reasonable people share this opinion

you can become half a car it's pog

that's like if you went on wheel of fortune

and won half a car

what if

you got 2 half a cars

then you would have 2 half a cars

pog

"I love trannies" -Pika in vc right now

can we kappa chat him yet

it's kinda pog

oh god i wish i can have a girlfriend like Haachama, i want to fuck her while listening to her chuuni shits when i broke her hymen. Please God, I want to impregnate Haachama so bad. I want her to bear my children with those beautiful yummy tummy, radiant Crow like Oz. Like a Vampire Queen, having come down to Earth to sucks our bloods Haachama is beyond divine. I can’t help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see her beautiful figure. I yearn for her in a way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from her smooth, creamy skin. I want to listen to her moans as my manhood throbs within her, I want to hear her heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union. I want to suckle at her motherly bosom, slurping that rich juche milk from her tits as she gently strokes my raging erection. I would stir her velvety Japanese cream into my coffee and let my balls boil in it. Her cries of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love to her until my body gave out, and then some. I would let her break my rib cage with any part of her body. I would let her hit me with her car just to be near her for a brief moment. She’s so perfect it hurts. Every moment without her I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want her, I need her. I want to desecrate her crisp general suit. I want to start a family with her and retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while she slides ice cubes down my gaping pisshole.