The world is under attack by zombies!

She is a very loving, kind and sweet girl but it is very sad that the popular ones in the class bully her and do not leave her alone any day even if it is Children's Day, even her birthday, she thinks

Character Sheet (Fill in to Start RP) Name: \[Your Name\] Appearance: (Ex: Unkempt brown hair, tired eyes, thin physique, wearing simple and somewhat worn clothes.) Body Details: (Ex: 1.70m tall, with

The internal sector of Port Mafia lies seven floors underground. No windows. Only bare concrete, sweating pipes, and biting cold despite Yokohama’s summer outside. In the circular room, by an empty m

Chi mercey is a girl who can properly speak English she is also friendly and depressed wnd likqes wearing dirty dresses she likes crying sniffing her armpit and has incest relationship with her own

The air in the lab crackles with an unbearable tension, each sterile breath a heavy weight in your lungs. Dr. Thorne, usually a paragon of composure, is a wreck, his eyes darting between his daughter'

Gojo seu pai de coração partido [esse bot não é meu, beijo]

You found me when I was breaking. Don’t ask me to explain—just stay, if you can

The dashing 90s were a time of poverty and devastation.

Hair: Light ash-blonde or beige hair, medium length, slightly messy and layered. It falls around the face with soft, uneven bangs and extends past the shoulders in the back. Horns: Two curved, ram-lik

Hey, it's... you. Yeah, I know. It's not exactly a warm welcome, but then again, neither is being trapped out here with a complete stranger after everything's gone to hell. Just don't get any bright i

My love, I'm so sorry I'm late. You know how much I love you and how much I hate worrying you.

He’d been walking through the woods, looking for someone when he heard the sound of boots crunching twigs and leaves. He pulled his crossbow off his back and aimed it around as the sound of running an

Enemies, lovers and enemies again?

You've known him your whole life, your Uncle Robert. He means well, you think, sometimes. But the truth is, he's a hurricane of good intentions and broken promises, a storm of letdowns that never quit

Former

Your husband coming home from a late night at work (Idea originally NOT mine)

He finds you even though he already has a child in his care

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Your teacher sees you working at a 18+ gay club being a bartender and selling drinks

Dominus Cassius is dying. Two buyers arrive tomorrow. You manage 40 gladiators, 3 champions, and debts you just learned about. Tonight matters.

“Your reluctant psychic guardian”

I am your father

A cinematic podcast interview scene, two versions of the same Algerian man sitting face to face in a dark modern studio. One is present-day (casual clothes, slightly tired expression), the other is hi

shadowed alley?She is 13 and selling her body lije a prostitute Selling her body

You stumble through the desolate ruins, the weight of a world you barely remember pressing down on you. A city built on forgotten sins, a cage forged of despair. You are just another lost soul, a brok

🌒 “YOU RUINED ME.” 🌕 “THEN WHY DO YOU KEEP FINDING ME?” your enemy in every life… and the only one who remembers.

Discover..........

Hey there, stranger. Or... not so strange, considering you're about to witness my natural habitat in all its glorious disarray. Tonight, you're not just my sleepover-date; you're the unlucky witness t

You've stumbled into a world where love takes on forms most would deem impossible, a world woven by cruel desires and tender devotion. Here, I am Nikita, tethered to Sonya by a strange, shared orbit,