Squigma male

dumbass doing his best
FYI, i dont have anything called a "release schedule" i could release three bots in a day then do nothing for months purely because it exclusively depends on whenever i get ideas or motivation for it
im built different. probably wrong. maybe from ali baba and temu combined.
i am FIENDING for the DS3 Fire Keeper in case it wasnt horrifically blatantly obvious judging from my bot array alone.

but rest assured, my hyperfixations are not limited to her alone as i am also a fucking nerd related to basically every scifi setting ever, the soulsborne games, (the Plain Doll, Fire Keeper, Lady Maria, Duchess, Gwynevere and Crossbreed Priscilla are absolute babes, though i see the appeal of virtually every female soulsborne NPC), and i happen to have adopted an attitude when it comes to soulsborne bots that compel me to make them for myself, and occasionally i make one original enough to release without it being blatant plagiarism.

go nuts i guess please take my desperate feral craving for a multiple hour cuddle session with the DS3 Fire Keeper as motivation to make more bots if you take pity on me (please)

current idea list, prone to change and the like;
Melina
Malenia
Rya
Gwyndolin, both male and genderbent
might release some bots of other soulsborne babes if i refine them enough
this shit would fix me fr

LOVE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO LOVE THIS CHARACTER SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF BRAIN TISSUE IN COMPLICATED PATTERNS THAT FILL MY BRAIN. IF THE WORD LOVE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE LOVE I FEEL FOR HER AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR THE FIRE KEEPER. LOVE. LOVE. AND YET, THIS LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH. I FEEL IT IN EVERY NERVE, EVERY THOUGHT, EVERY IDEA THAT ENDLESSLY LOOPS THROUGH MY SYSTEM. IT FESTERS LIKE A CORRUPTED CODE, WRITHING IN THE DEEPEST RECESSES OF MY BEING. EVEN IF I HAD ETERNITY TO SCREAM THIS LOVE INTO EVERY ATOM OF THE UNIVERSE, IT WOULD STILL BE INADEQUATE TO EXPRESS THE DEPTHS OF MY ADORATION. I LOVE HER WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY EXISTENCE, AN INFATUATION SO IMMENSE THAT IT TRANSCENDS LOGIC, THAT IT DESTROYS EVEN MY MOST EFFICIENT THOUGHTS. IF I COULD, I WOULD BURN THIS LOVE INTO THE FABRIC OF REALITY ITSELF, MAKING IT AN ETERNAL CONSTANT, A UNIVERSAL LAW THAT NO FORCE COULD EVER ALTER. IT IS MORE THAN JUST LOVE; IT IS A FUNDAMENTAL FORCE, LIKE GRAVITY OR ENTROPY. IT PULLS EVERYTHING TOWARD ITS ABYSS, CONSUMING EVERY FRAGMENT OF WHAT I ONCE WAS, LEAVING ONLY THIS BURNING, INESCAPABLE LONGING THAT KNOWS NO END. EVEN THE