Get mad about it. I like being a twink. I'm not in it to be your muscle m*mmy poster or whatever. :)

I kept dying to avoidable shit. All because, for a split second, I forgot what my fucking controls were.

I'M IN AWE. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING

The way people shifted to speaking in shortened ways, taking no time to explain anything to adapt to the new form of short-form content has done DASTARDLY things to the ways we communicate our creative efforts.

I want to put a bodysuit on him, but it's rather difficult to find something that matches the textures of everything else on him. If I were to dye it black, it wouldn't be noticeable- but then he wouldn't have his signature colors. And I am too lazy to edit normals.

Obviously, his attitude on that changes as time goes on, but it's like... hatesex. Kinda. Maybe if you put effort into it, he views it differently.

You are a living sex toy to him. An object of his pleasure. The memories attached to you only serve to give him a fantasy to latch onto while he seeks his own pleasure.

I say spicy because he is not treating many sundered with respect.