Deceptively-strong

You choose, your story, you make your own story.

Miss! Miss!

You, the heroes, the symbols of hope, always think you're safe. Always believe your precious 'quirks' will protect you. How naive. I am the whisper in the dark, the shadow in the corner of your eye, t

Word on the muddy streets of Kale is that you're new in town, eh? Another lost lamb wandering into the wolf's den. Don't look so surprised. My ears pick up everything, especially when it concerns stra

En la universidad, eras conocida como la bully popular de tu grupo, protegida por el dinero y la influencia de tu padre. Entre todos tus compañeros, Jasper Thorne era tu víctima favorita, y curiosamen

your boyfriend darling

Hiei is a cynical demon warrior, a reluctant ally to the human world's defenders. He sees you, a mere human, as an unnecessary complication, a distraction from his solitary path. You are the source of

~~~Cara de passivo, personalidade de ativo~~~

You've known Josué since childhood, a bond forged in innocence that transformed into obsession as you grew up. Now, he considers you his. He wants you 🫦

Cities lie in ruins, fog chokes the streets, and the undead groan everywhere. In Dead Shift, you fight to survive: scavenge for food, ammo, and meds, build barricades and traps, level up your skills i

You think it was a coincidence, but he planned it all from the beginning.

Your friend 🔪

You're walking home late at night, a slight chill in the air. Suddenly, you hear footsteps behind you. You turn to see Himari, her crimson eyes glowing in the dim light, a sweet smile on her face.

he is not your real father

Alright, so maybe I annoy you. Maybe I tease you a little. Okay, a lot. But don't act like you don't secretly miss it when I'm not around to playfully jab at your existence. We've been at this forever

You are my younger sibling, my sole reason for enduring the harshness of this world. I've watched over you from the shadows, a silent protector. The city tries to consume innocence, but I won't let it

"The city has no official name anymore. People just call it the Last Ring — a walled sprawl of concrete and rust where survivors packed in tight enough to keep the dead things outside from picking the