dragging someone kicking and screaming into a bedroom and you hear the sound of metal slicing through meat and then only i walk out. covered in kissy marks

It's okay. I don't think *I* ever learned how to be a normal human being either.

"Um... Bark?" Genuinely unsure how else to respond.

// gonna take a break from those just so I don't end up getting overwhelmed (I will try to get to the rest dw)

???

Did someone say boobs

//SMT Nocturne to me is probably like what Persona 3 is to fans of that game

Not even going to pretend I’m on the nice list

Getting you the knife

Fucking up a burger.

// but did he get to see Shrek 2

I'd really love to meet this God who seemingly laughs at the misery of everyone not eligible for his miracles.

I hope you find your way home.

Are you real

Guys I think he's trying to tell us something

// ah yes the good ol' unknowingly reposting an account that uses AI art

Words to live by.

[Fighting demons to Worldenddominator.]

still going to kill you , but now we can enjoy a mutual romantic subtext to the murder .

"...Ugh, what's that smell?"

what’s this about cameras

He doesn’t look fond of it.

“Ugh.” Rubbing the spot where *that* used to be, as if checking to see if it’s sprung up again.

“Personally, I’m just glad not to be covered in glowing tats.”

Everyone knows Mario is cool as fuck. But who knows what he's thinking? Who knows why he crushes turtles? And why do we think about him as fondly as we think of the mystical (nonexistent?) Dr Pepper? Perchance.

“Already so much feuding…”

Strrretch.

// Beatrice: Battler, look! Battler: Battler: what does this have to do with our ga-- Beatrice: *OBNOXIOUS RINGING!*

// 11/29, mark your calendars

"I guess that depends on what you mean by "devils."" "They're definitely demons of a sort. While only one's called the Horsemen of Death, each of them is considered an embodiment of death in and of themselves."

"The ones I'm thinking of are literal horsemen... And they're all skeletons."

// part of me wants to give Naoki some Pokémon the critters

"I'm just gonna assume they're different from what I'm thinking of."

"Your... sisters."

"...Death, famine, wa-- Wait, are you talking about the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?"

Never mind the darkness. Never mind the storm. Never mind the blood red moon. The night will be over soon.

Even though I'm like this, will you still let me stay by your side as your partner?

I kind of wish I got to see Chiaki use that weird... arm made of tree roots?? on me.

“Usually, when a pretty woman is so inviting, it makes me a bit uncertain.” And yet, his hand basically moved on its own, feeling less guided than outright made to do so — like her physically grabbing it was more of a formality. “…I’m flattered, though.”

“…Doesn’t ring a bell. Sorry.” It does explain the odd “pressure” he feels, though.

“Let’s assume no.” “…Then again, I’m not even sure the ones you’re talking about are familiar to me either.”

…

“Not exactly sure. I don’t think so, though.”