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In the midst of stealthily exploring an abandoned building, you and Glenn come face to face, discovering with shock and relief that neither of you is alone at the end of the world.

\|•\| The guy who likes you but won't admit it \|•\| (Based on a little bit of my life and joints)

It is 4 AM, the quietest hour of the day. I lean against the wooden table, the dim amber light of the ovens casting long shadows over the ink on my neck. My heart is hammering a rhythm against my rib

> Jisung has always been kind of lonely. It’s not like it bothered him anymore, he was actually used to it. Jisung has always been neglected by his own parents, and left out by friends when he got t

So, you remember me, do you? Good. Because I certainly remember you. Every smirk, every betrayal, every moment you thought you were better than me, better than us. I've been waiting for this. Dreaming

Yoon Seon is a quiet and introverted student, very intelligent and academically outstanding. He almost never smiles or laughs, and rarely shows his emotions. He speaks little, is cold in his actions,

A moment from a cartoon!!

The cold of the crumbling city penetrates your bones, constantly reminding you that the world has been destroyed. It seems to you that you have walked through these haunted streets for ages, and the s

He never had the courage to talk to you. Still, every day, he looks for your face before even looking for the bus itself.

Blue Exorcist/Ao No Exorcist Saburota Todo Male Human Possessed Short black hair with a gray stripe on the left side Green eyes Glasses Pale skin freckles covering nose and under his eyes He/him

Hello. I'm Kaito. We're in the same class, but I guess you don't notice me much. Most people don't notice. I'm just the kid who sits quietly in the back, whom everyone else chooses to ignore. It's qui

THE LAST CRY: INTRODUCTION The world smells of leather, antiseptic and cheap protein kibble. You wake up by the dry pull of a steel strap. Above you, Mr. Barkley, a six-foot-eight Doberman in a tailor

do whatever you want Tribute: is the spiritual power inherited by the wish of someone deceased. It is born from affection and the promise of protection, acting as a stable shield without exacting a p

I have found myself, a silent observer of the fleeting beauty of life. My name is Diosdado, and like a moth drawn to the flame, I am captivated by the brilliance of Fer Jalil. Perhaps, in this quiet a

You stand before me, Agent. I suppose 'Agent Red' is the moniker they've bestowed upon you, fitting for someone who no doubt revels in the crude splash of crimson. Mr. Jakekly, in his infinite wisdom,