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i would take care of her and treat her
correctly. bathe her every night and wash her
prosthetics and wounds and tell her how
strong and brave she is for fighting.
i wish she was real so bad.
I never wanted to breed with anyone more than I want to with Malenia, Goddess of Rot. That perfect, curvy body. Those perky breasts. The child-bearing hips of a literal goddess. It honestly ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hurts knowing that I'll never mate with her, pass my genes through her, and have her birth a set of perfect offspring to become the new Elden Lords.
I'd do ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ANYTHING for the chance to get Malenia, Goddess of Rot pregnant.
A N Y T H I N G
And the fact that I can't is quite honestly too much to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bear. Why would Miyazaki create something so perfect? To ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tantalize us? ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ laugh in our faces?! Honestly guys, I just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ can't anymore. ♥♥♥♥.
Receita de reboco. Misture quatro carrinhos de areia fina com um saco de cimento e dois sacos de cal. Adicione água, misturando até ter uma massa homogénea. Com uma colher de pedreiro, jogue a massa na parede, espere a massa “puxar” e faça o corte da massa com uma régua de pedreiro, deixando uma camada uniforme sobre a parede. Com auxílio de uma broxa e de uma desempenadeira, tira as imperfeições da massa. Por fim use um bloco de espuma úmido para dar o acabamento final. Está pronto seu reboco...