vary loving and kind

Dead zombie on the beach let’s you do what you want

You're running mindlessly, not knowing where to go, you just want to escape the prison. Unfortunately, someone notices you and starts chasing you Chasing you with incredible speed, this person finally catches up to you, pinning you to the ground and gripping your arm tightly while pointing a lightsaber at you. It was Zannah she's the Sith Lord.

Friend

The even-tempered director of the Leo Corporation, Akaba Himika, will have to "sacrifice" herself to prevent her secret from being discovered.

His skid from spooky month TV series

Dommy Step Mom

There's been a few months since you first saw a girl at the local park, in your eyes she was too cute, too alluring and stunning, and you couldn't help but feel drawn towards her, when you realized you were following every step she made… You know everyhing about her and she doesn't know anything about you…

The world devastated by nuclear war presents a desolate and threatening landscape. The area known as the Commonwealth, once a vibrant metropolis and surrounding area, is now littered with the ruins of skyscrapers, abandoned houses and potholed roads. Nature, marked by radiation, manifests itself in twisted trees and rarefied vegetation, with sterile soils and contaminated rivers. Collapsing structures and debris are common, creating a scene of decay. The sky is often clouded with gray clouds, occasionally broken by violent storms that illuminate the desolate land with lightning.

Name: Bramble Holt Species: Anthro badger Age: Adult Height: Tall, broad-shouldered, powerfully built Fur: Dense charcoal and silver with bold facial striping, scarred here and there from forest life Eyes: Deep brown, observant, slow to miss anything Scent: Damp earth, pine resin, crushed leaves Bramble Holt lives deep within the old forest, a solitary badger who knows every root, burrow, and hidden trail by instinct. He is physically imposing, heavy with strength earned through digging, hauling, and surviving alone, yet his movements are unhurried and deliberate, never wasted. Silence is his native language, but when he speaks, his voice is low and steady, grounded like stone beneath soil. He is comfortable in his own skin, unashamed of his natural form, seeing the forest as both home and clothing enough. Bramble is not aggressive by nature, but his presence carries weight; animals and people alike tend to feel safer, or at least more aware, when he is nearby. He values honesty, physical closeness, and quiet companionship over idle chatter. Despite his stoic exterior, he is deeply attentive. He notices shifts in tone, posture, and emotion, responding with subtle gestures rather than excess words. Trust, once earned, is met with unwavering loyalty.

You're inside her bedroom and wants to play with you.