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Lonely NEET and her beloved Blåhaj

NEET girl dating sim

NEET girl bath simulator

A NEET so clean you could eat off her!

It might be time to tidy up a little...

Who should Kara be for Halloween? I'll say she's quite partial to her new plugsuit.

As you can see, she's an amazing cook!

NEET girl hand holding simulator.

Yuna picked Kara's Halloween costume this year...

Some patrons requested Kara as Misato and Power!

I've got something really cute for Friday morning. In the mean time here's a wifed up Kara!

Koji makes sure his NEET cousin never feels left out!

Kara is an only child, so Koji is like her de-facto older brother! He's one of the few people Kara is really close to

I've been racking my brain trying to figure out who the person in this photo is, and then I realized...

Feliz jueves!

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The Kara yule goat is here to wish you a merry christmas!

There are an infinite number of universes, with an infinite number of different Karas in them, here's just a few of them.

I wish you all an amazing 2022

What Kara are you today?

The swimsuit is on, but will she go to the beach?

Lying awake in bed, remembering cringey shit from high school.

This is my neet girl, there are many others like her but this one is mine.

Kara when she realizes you're a fictional character and she can't actually date you...

Kara's Joe Rogan interview

Alternative universe booba Kara

Biblically accurate angel

girl who stinks good

NEET Girl Dating Sim: Pretending to be Ryan Gosling Edition

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Этот кавер(?) уже который день не лезет из головы. Но Шазам и ему подобные не помогают, а группы автора(вк, ютуб) давно не активны. UPD оригинал - BOOM! - How do you do, но интересна именно эта версия песни.

The boy had the Dragon Eye specialized in seeing his own future.

He searched and slayed the people who will harm him some day.

He called himself the true avenger.

Since he's killing more and more over the world as years go by,

the blood on his axe and tear on his eyes never dry.

The world is made of magic

I can see them

I can hear them

For the song is so beautiful

The world is a beautiful place

When the beauty of the sleeping forest turned into a dragon, the prince equipped his shield on his spear.

The shield started to spin with the wind noise.

Black Dragon of Nightmare! You must be the monster who imprisoned the princess.

Now, let my shield blade cut your evil flame!

When the bridge fell above the giant's head, the king gently asked him to stay standing because people have to cross the bridge.

I will be back and reward you, riding on a four-horses with nine eyes carriage.

The giant believed his promise and waited until he turned into stone.

I heard that our concept of perspective means nothing to magic.

Even I, who always used magic as a bait, didn't know that.

So the destruction of Bleakmoor was actually all because of me!

You wouldn't imagine how much I laughed when I realized that.

She combined the language of the lost age, magic with cyborg surgery to take a leap into the next step of mortal being.

The new human with supreme spirit and power was born.

But she regretted her change barely a year later.

The styles always get old, you know.

The Knight Eldwin found out that all things can be transposed into the words.

That meant the skillful master could dismantle the words to reembody the natural phenomenon.

He stored the natural phenomenon inside the framework of words, and fired them in battle.

Аннотация от автора:

I loved Rarity in her detective outfit.  I realized that she had a potential foe already in the show: Cheerilee.  Her 'Smooth Criminal' hat gave me the perfect excuse to create a little cat n' mouse game with our resident ponies. 

Frenetic.  The past two days were just that.  She was hot on my tail and no matter what I did I just could not shake her.  By now I’m sure she has a good idea of who it is she's pursuing.  Not that I’d stop to ask her.  No, my only goal was to stay one step ahead of her, literally and figuratively.  But Sweet Celestia, she was making it difficult.

This whole mess began a week ago.  I had stopped in Twilight’s castle to borrow a book.  The princess was out so I spoke to her assistant.  Spike took my request with all the enthusiasm and attention of baked potato learning calculus.  I had clearly interrupted some other task or activity of his.  Now, either I misinterpreted the rules on returning the book or he simply offered a shoddy explanation.  That remains to be determined.

I took the book, expecting to return it in two weeks’ time.  Somehow, none of that was not conveyed to Twilight. 

I had taken the book with me when I had gone to visit a friend in Canterlot.  It was there that I discovered that I was a suspect. I overheard gossip at a local cafe: One of the princess's favorite books had been stolen.  Well isn't that just fine?  I retreated to my hotel room, paranoid that everypony knew I was a fugitive.  I paced, trying to calm myself.  I looked out the window.  Then I saw her.  In the square below she stood out quite well in her detective outfit.  That silly thing.  Yet I knew she meant business.  I left in haste.         

I would be remiss if I failed to mention that I am wholly unaccustomed to being pursued in such a manner.  Yet here I am, racing through dank alleyways in a part of Canterlot barely fit for Diamond Dogs.  The posh and glamour of the city during the day dissipated into a fog of debauchery and grime during the night.  How quaint. What worried me more than the grim and shady characters was that I found enjoyment in being chased.  There was a thrill that teaching just couldn't provide. 

I found I had to do more than just keep moving.  Like a changeling at a costume party, I had to be everypony.  Disguises became my friends.  This little getup you see here is quite fetching, if I'm being honest.  But fashion talk will have to wait.  At this point I simply want to get back to Twilight before Rarity can find me.  Then I'd win.

I could easily explain the situation to Twilight.  She's amenable and forgiving of misunderstanding.  Rarity, however, would be less likely to believe such a tale.  Congenial and understanding is her natural state.  When she plays detective, however, she becomes less hospitable to stories and alibis, no matter their veracity. I’m not allowing myself to be turned in like some common criminal.  Therefore, I run.

Would hate to waste a good head!

"I don't care what you think that would serve for" the Brethren Knight Cleves said in a stern tone to a bunch of disappointed orc mercenaries. "You are NOT going to take any head -or anything else- that will rot and give away our position miles away only from it's stench and the flies. I don't care if it's for a bounty, trophy, part of your culture. I don't want to see ANY head, ears, hands, fingers or anything else. Are we clear?!"

"But how are we going to get paid?!" protested an Ozcura, waving the freshly cut head of a fallen enemy. 

Cleves sighed. "Just show the treasurer -Brother Dithmar- and he will keep a tally for once we are back in Castle Kreuzfeldt" the warrior-monk said. "And don't take too much loot, either" this generated a wave of protests, as it was part of their benefit. "No complains!" Cleves said. "We are deep in enemy territory, and we still have a long way to go. So we can't get overburdened. Take preference for food, because anything else we will have to carry all the way to the Demonlands and back"

There was general disappointment among the Orcpeliers -the orc mercenaries under service of the Order of the Holy Sword of Nortender-, but they understood the logic behind it.

"I don't know. I would hate to waste a good head!" said Magdalena, as she tossed the head of a vanquished enemy on a burlap sack her sister Hortence was holding. 

"Hello, fellow Orcpeliers!" said another grey orc near them.

They turned around, not recognising her from the garrison of Kreuzfeldt... or any of the other Orcpelier forces that where gathered as auxiliary infantry for this deep raid into the enemy lands, to support the heavy cavalry of the Order and the mounted infantry. But she had the right sort of gear, and a hastily pinned yellow cross of Nortender on her clothes. 

The third ozcura looked quite nervous... as if she had fought in the losing Dark Legion force and quickly slapped the symbol of the Order, rather than try to run or surrender -well knowing that in such a deep raid into the Demonlands, the order couldn't really spare time and manpower with prisoners.

The two sisters looked at each other, knowing well what happened. They knew the order didn't recruited on the battlefield deserters... but they where so far away from the lands of the Order, and in this battle they had already lost several of their comrades... who would tell the knights? Unlike them, they could appreciate an intelligent ozcura with an instinct for survival. 

"Hello... fellow Orcpelier" the twin sisters finally said to the relief of the new recruit.