Lili Nyx (Goddess-by-Proxy) [BJFA] 🏳️‍⚧️🔆🏳️‍⚧️

Also, all the women are in a polycule and have adopted Graves (who is a literal child)

Deadlock has so many cool looking heroes you can play as. Not really sure what all the men on the character select screen are for though

The existence of men is, indeed, a very confusing design choice

Thankfully, there's mod support to fix exactly that!

83 card deck babyeeeeeeee

Special thank you to @ramihound.bsky.social @malleablehound.bsky.social @prettybutch.bsky.social for all witnessing this

Sovereign Blade in Slay the Spire 2 about to deal 1,059 damage to Test Subject #C10

Slay the Spire 2 is easy, actually

Okay, I'm in

Woe, Voss be upon ye

IMCU's gonna be on a day-on, day-off schedule for a bit as my hands continue to recover

Thank you for bearing with me <3

I'm glad that this has inspired! <3 I'm excited to read what you've been cooking, too!

I'm sorry!! (I will do it again)

Hey.

It's me.

One of those exact people you're using to try to shame my friend. First off, the Lemkin Institute on Genocide (founded by the guy who literally coined the term 'genocide' after prosecuting what the Nazis did) says you're wrong.

Second? Fuck off. I'm not your truncheon.

Sorry. <3

Please give, if you can. Alice has had to deal with a truly unreal amount of bullshit so far this year and even small donations will go a long way toward making sure she can get safe housing

*places hand on shoulder*

my name above a debug/dev model in Deadlock that' just "ERROR" as 3D text

finally, the representation I've been craving

REAL

Mina and Silver have designs that can only come to be as a result of the artist thinking about seeing these characters fuck

Mina's Critical Damage portrait was made with 100% pure horny intent and I refuse to believe otherwise

OH OKAY SO WE'RE JUST CALLING OUR SHOTS NOW ARE WE??

Part 27

Part 27

I can feel every inch of her confusion, and wonder, and fear.

And she can feel me.

Oh god.

Affecting me.

Letting me *feel* her with an intensity I didn't realize could exist.

It's as though the whole of the convention center's dropped on my head. That's how crushing the weight of this realization is.

Kam looks stricken. I know it's because of me.

I know because I can feel her.

It's then that I realize, far too late, that things between us will never be as they were.

The moment we got on stage together, everything *was* different. I thought I'd just developed an understanding of who Kam was, but no.

Her Decay hadn't just bonded to me, but bonded *me* *to her*.

And under it all, I feel the way her yearning for me carves a deep valley into the core of everything good and decent she is. It leaves an aching want that I can't help but feel the urgent need to soothe. To make right what I've put wrong, again and again, by being so *utterly fucking careless*.

I take the body blow of her words. I deserve them. I deserve worse, actually, based on how acutely I can sense Kam's emotions. It's not just rage that I didn't recall Lisette's name.

It's pain, too. Unlike the bluntness of the anger, the pain is sharp and manifold — a thousand stinging points.

"Just don't kill her," Jessica says with a shrug. She goes before I can ask for her to stay.

"Learned that one from you," Kam says.

"I remember."

"Her name is Lisette. She owns the fucking bar that you tracked me down at. The one you went to because you wanted something cheap and tawdry."

I feel the shift in her mood like the air becoming charged just before lightning strikes, every cell in my body acutely aware of just how angry Kam is.

"Jessica, can I have a moment alone with Tiana?" The saccharine sweetness in Kam's voice tells me exactly what my body is telling me: danger.

"You are?" Jessica asks.

"I am?" Kam echoes, furrowing her brow.

Annoyed heat rises in my face. How could she not remember? "The girl behind the bar, the one who was there when I—" I lean in close. "—teleported inside you," I whisper as quietly as I can muster.

I've been careless again.