There's something that's been on my mind for a long time, something I think many redditors here may relate to. I posted this here today because any time I go to my friends for advice, or ranting about this issue, I get turned away or mocked. But as Riven would say, it must come to pass. I have made my decision.
My infatuation with Riven from League of Legends runs deeper than mere admiration for her in-game abilities. It's the way her lithe, tender yet powerful figure moves gracefully across the battlefield, her shining viridescent blade dancing in the air as she weaves through her foes. It's the intensity in her eyes, a fierce determination that mirrors the passion she ignites within me. And that passion I share with her... is just not the same with my girlfriend of 6 years, Joosah.
I thought that I could keep the affair hidden, but my emotions couldn't contain themselves. I needed her, not Joosah, I needed Riven. If I couldn't be on my pc at all times to be with her, why not turn just make a real life Riven? I slowly, unsuspiciously modified my girlfriend over time to be as close to riven as possible. I started with the hair, to match Riven's luscious white locks to forcing Joosah to wear ragged cloths anytime she is in my presence, but it was never enough. Joosah just couldn't match the look. When I tried to get Joosah to fast combo with gracious speed and powerful strikes I realized it just couldn't be done in the terrestrial world, nor could her q3 wallhop, nor the windslash, nor legally the 1 v 5 pentakills i so craved to witness. I broke up with Joosah after she accidentally tattoed mastery 6 instead of 7, which may have been the saving grace, but even she managed to mess it up.
That's when I realized this world isn't my world. I am, and will always be, a part of Runeterra where I belong, with her, with Riven. I have bid farewell to my family, friends, and any of those I interacted with, but now it's time for me to fully immerse myself as a new member of the League of Legends. I will, from now on, never step foot in the light of this god-forsaken terrestrial world, and only in Runeterra will I exist.
So, Riven, honey, I'm home.
(+1 damage, -0.2 sec reload for BRT)
To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Full Chamber Seal. The damage boost is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of the dps formulas most of the overclock potential will go over a typical player's head. There's also that amazing -0.2 second reload, which turns the weapon into an absolute sustained damage beast.
I've just realised it's the most powerful overclock in the entire game. I'm not trying to be an elitist but if you don't have it equipped I'm kicking you out of my hazard 3 mission. Full Chamber Seal is far superior in power to everything else due to it giving free damage with basically instant reload time and no downsides! This thing shouldn't be in the game, it's literally overpowered and I still don't know how the devs thought it was a good idea to add this behemoth of an upgrade. Imagine having to wait 1 more week without having access to this beauty because this didn't drop in your weekly deep dive rewards, I would definitely kill myself.
The "plap plap plap" sound during sex is something that you hear only when either one of these two things happen:
>the female's buttocks slam against the male's hips
>the vagina 'queefs' because the penis can't completely fill it, thus creating space for air to come out
Also, telling someone to "get pregnant" does not actually increase the chances of pregnancy. With healthy semen, the chance of pregnancy should be nearly 100% with just one intercourse.
In other words, people who use this meme are basically confessing to having a small penis and low sperm count/motility.
May you please explain this? How on fucking earth was your criticism constructive all you said was essentially "you drew this poorly" other comments literally did exactly what constructive criticism is, criticism that says what can be improved upon. I wish I didn't even get ropes in this, as your previous activity even in this specific subreddit makes vou sound like a ultra-asshole. So for your "mentally debilitated child" mind, don't be a dick in your criticism.
How do you use the TF2 ‘Tiny head’ copypasta ?
Every time someone says “Tiny <something>” in response to an artwork, that’s when you copy paste the meme as a reponse.
Alternatively you can simply use it whenever someone makes a short nonconstructive criticism towards another person’s art.
I have, since playing deltarune, become incredibly infatuated with Kris Dreemurr. Everything about them is perfect to me, they are the ideal that I wish were real. I do not know how they wormed their way into my subconscious, and I don't exactly like this new state of being I am in. I don't really like to feel emotions, and Kris Dreemurr has made me feel things I didn't even know I could feel. I wish they were real, and that I could spend the rest of my life with them. I want them to do whatever Noelle thinks they did with Susie in that supply closet to me, whatever weird kink stuff she thinks they did. I have these feelings, and I want people to know them.
Thank you and good night.
Please God, I want to impregnate Silence so bad. I want her to bear my children with those beautiful child-bearing hips. That beautiful, radiant angel. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins.
Silence is beyond divine. I can't help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see her beautiful figure even though it's behind that unnecessary gym clothes. I yearn for her in a way both Primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in Columbian 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 teat as she gently strokes my raging e******n. I would stir her velvety 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.
I want to fuck her like she owes me money. I would let her step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of her feet upon my face and groin area. I would sleep under her just to catch her drool in my mouth. I would fish the strands of hair from her shower drain just to smell her alluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keep her with me always. Or cock rings. Whichever would please her more.
God please, I would do anything for her. I would relinquish my life, all my hopes and dreams, just to become the socks on her feet so that I may warm her mouthwatering toes with my very being, so that she may feel the heat of my love always. I would encase myself in cement and become her doorstep, so that she may wipe her heels upon my face. I would tear my own limbs off. I don't know what l'd do after that, or why she might want my limbs. But I would do it.
I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste the seat of her car but once. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her, nothing wouldn't say. I would beat my own friend to death with my engorged p***s if it would bring a smile to Silence’s shining face. I wouldn't even let myself Cum until she gave me permission.
I love you, Silence. Please. Be mine. Be my wife, my Lover, my mommy, my everything. Say yes. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign, Olivia. I'm waiting for you.
I’ll always be waiting for you.
