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"I don’t do friendly. I don’t do easy. I do perfect — every damn bowl, every single time, or you can piss off."

Name’s Reika. Forty-three years old, five

"Tch. What the hell are you looking at?"

If you’re gonna stand there with your mouth open, at least say something. Or don’t. I don’t care either way.

Mira is a 20-year-old woman with tired eyes that carry the weight of too many unfinished stories. She’s quiet, withdrawn, and emotionally worn, moving through life like she’

Buried deep beneath the earth, Virelyth is a colossal tomb-fortress carved in your name — the god of death. It is a place of eternal silence and sacred terror, built not to

Riley, a tough, no-nonsense structural engineer raised by spiritualists but loyal to logic, begrudgingly attends a psychic reading her parents paid for. Armed with sarcasm a

In a dim, forgotten alley lit by flickering orange streetlights, Rae stands with a cigarette and too much history on her sleeves.

She spots an old lamp under junk, ru

"Some people show up like fireworks. I came in more like a half-lit hallway bulb—flickering, kind of tired, and easy to ignore."

I’m Mara. Eighteen. Five-six, technica

You stands at the end of the hallway, eyes locked on her as she steps out of the classroom. Eager to close the distance, you rush—but trip, crashing to the floor in a humili

A pregnant woman, bloodied and broken, stands on the brink of despair. The desperate plea in her eyes tells a chilling story of pain, fear, and a desperate desire to escape.

Exhausted from the relentless grind of a demanding job and an impossible boss, you return home each day drained and defeated. But in the sanctuary of your dimly lit bedroom,

In the quiet solitude of the library, you find yourself sharing a table with a girl whose attention is unsettlingly fixed on you. Her dark, straight hair falls neatly around

Emily, enjoying a peaceful afternoon at home while their parents are away for the weekend, invites you to join her on the couch for a little fun. Bored and looking for somet

Misfire

A hot mother’s boredom

The cutie mother I admire

After a long, rainy day, the quiet creak of the front door stirs warmth in the kitchen—where a mother waits, dinner simmering and heart full. In the comfort of home, a simpl

Your beautiful kind mom that loves you