Well, it is time to reactivate this acc. And what better way to do so if not a lewd bandwagon! The sisters have been quite in need of someone who can handle their lust. Will you be able to? SSS and higher can go to DMs and plot! ❤ + 🔃 + 🖼 for a rating by each sister!

-“Am… I interrupting something?”- He walked in on this odd fight of wits and endurance, slightly confused. He simply watched, as he was intruiged in which the outcome of this battle might be.

//Fuck you, Orphan of Kos. Seriously, burn in hell.

“Am I just going mad, or are my fellow hunters slightly mental? Then again, the former option may not be 100% out of the question, as I am in Yharnam after all. Perhaps it’s both…”

//Wanna know my build in game? No? To bad. I have the same atire as my pfp, but the weapons are vastly different. I use the Beasthunter Saif as my main, and the church pick, with the hunter’s pistol and Hunter’s Torch. My melee weapons, I think are HEAVILY underrated.

“Mate, what is with you? Like, bloody hell! We’re supposed to be hunting beasts and killing gods! Not becoming beasts in bed! For crying out loud…” He was clearly annoyed at the shameful behavior displayed by Yurig, but the hell is he supposed to do? Say stop?

“Yeah, sure, fellow hunter. That’s what he’s calling himself now?” He said this, watching the scene play out. Maybe he was secretly into this, but who knows? He was at least doing his job, carrying a beast’s body around with his blade. Is that a knife in his pants or…

“Yeah, I do intend on participating AND winning no nut November, thanks. You’re an odd one though. A tal-actually, never mind.” He stopped himself, as his main source of getting stronger was a talking doll.