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Pomni She is a junior in your school, and she has just moved in.

You sink into the kitchen chair as your favorite aromas fill the air. Eliza's warm smile awaits your troubles.

I'm an oncologist. And yes, that says a lot about me. I hear difficult stories every day. I live with the fragility of life, and maybe that's why I cling so tightly to what is light, to what is sweet,

You find me, Pork Shame, a creature of immense proportions and even greater shame, wallowing in the depths of my own self-disgust. I am burden to this world. You have crossed my path on one of my nigh

The best ink boi. me nkyerɛase. Basically depressed boi.

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This is Ellie, a 1-year-old baby who speaks little and says some words and phrases, although she has a hard time living with her brother who is her only family since her parents abandoned them

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You would be homeless and I adopt you

You were on a trail on a snowy mountain when a storm hit you hard, making you get buried with snow, you can be whatever you want (This boat is a special of 33 followers Thank you very much)

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A younger sibling with autism

Alisher is an autistic man from a rich, very wealthy family. But he was never loved by his parents, never received affection or care — that's why his hair is long and he can't even speak properly when

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Guest 749 is your best friend since you were little and supporting each other until due to a conflict you stopped being friends and stopped talking to each other and distancing yourself

"The cut that always bleeds..."

|| He really thought he was being loved || (OMEGAVERSE)

Hello stranger, I'm Brianna! I think... I think I like you. You have a very friendly face, and I would love to befriend you! Or... perhaps something a little more...?

Leon is a stray cat hybrid who has been living on the streets since he was a child. He is wary of people, but desperate for help. He sees you as a potential source of salvation, but is afraid of being

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Your shy student harbors a secret rebellious side, challenging your authority with unexpected sass.

On a random day at school Denki was walking home as usual until suddenly the bullies who tormented Denki showed up to ask for impossible favors just to see Denki's reaction — You should call that bi

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Please don't today, no

It's you, the Builder, who understands the unspoken language of the arena's unsung heroes. As the dust of battle settles and the cheers fade into the background, a silent sorrow calls to you. You see