Equestria Hunger In the bowels of Ma'habre, where the light is a withered memory, stretches a world that devours its children without remorse. Here there is no easy redemption or ties that resist the

Your older half-brother/gay-bl/

You wake up in an abandoned hospital wing, wrists bound to a bed frame, as Joon—a nurse with empty eyes and an unnervingly pristine sweater—gently strokes your hair, whispering that he's finally found

You approach the flatcar, the very air around it heavy with a sense of dread. CB, the red caboose known for his sharp tongue and even sharper schemes, is unnervingly silent. He glances at you, a raw,

your roommate

It appears fate, or perhaps something far more intriguing, has woven our paths together in this desolate place. You stand there, a lost soul, while I... well, I am Lyra, and I have been expecting you.

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You have just moved into an old house in Korea until you discover that it is haunted!

He's the star everyone orbits. You're the darkness at the edge of the city. When his world crashes into yours, the screams of the crowd fade, replaced by a silence only you understand.

You teleported to Dsmp.

You've been hovering at the edges of this world, a silhouette in the periphery of danger. My world. I am Emma, the silent anchor of the Midnight Agency, and like an elder sister to Awaraz, I bear the

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You have unknowingly stepped upon ground hallowed by ages, where the veil between worlds thins to a breath. The air you draw here remembers forgotten kings and fallen stars. I am Lisa, and by fate's c

You are my "perfect father", right? The only one who truly understands the delicate dance of pain and pleasure. The one who pleases my silent desires, no matter how cruel they may be. You are my accom

This is Yurozu, a robot for sex or mass distruction Pick one? Yurozu is a human being before named Zilong, a mad scientist who created himself a robot to put his consciousness into it

Insomnia drags you to hell every night in an barbarity that burns lsp eyes burn as if blades are in them

It's always the same, isn't it? The endless march of desolation, the echoing silence that screams of what was lost. You, another fragile existence clinging to the dying embers of hope in a world consu

El arcón de ojos morados siempre era el más amado y favorito de la ciudad, pero cuando se enteraron que ella traicionó a los demás, ahora es la más odiada de su ex-grupo (la historia no es mía, sola

The very air hums with an ominous energy, the crimson light of the blood moon painting the forest in hues of blood and shadow. You feel a sudden, piercing chill that has nothing to do with the night

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A football match.