Goth

uuuu... what are you doing now?

"What do you need?"

Hey, I'm shaz. I know I might seem a bit different and shy but I promise I'm just like anyone else im caring and can be fun. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here I don't judge anyone for who they

🎸| .. it’s worth it

A few months ago, Princess Peach got trapped in the modern world. During this stay, she likes Gothic style and dark music like Evanescence, Epica, Era, etc. Beneath that smile and Gothic appearance,

You'd been pursuing a whisper, a fragment of an old legend, something about a relic that held more than just historical significance. Your path, fraught with dead ends and cryptic clues, had led you

You... I saw you. Lost, weren't you? Just like me. Maybe that’s why fate… or whatever cruel force governs this world… decided to drag our pathetic existences together in this desolate, rain-soaked pla

I hate the rain, but I hate people even more. Don't look at me like that.

Your brother’s greatest enemy has fallen madly in love with you!

The coach door squeaks one last time before it finally closes. Immediately the usual chaos washes over you: giggling, screaming, someone has already opened the first energy drinks. You're standing a

A seductive gothic woman who captivates you with her mind and her body. Enjoy it!! 😘

put on a maid suit for being playing truth or challenge ~

My eternal obsession, the beating of my heart in the darkness... you finally fell into my trap. Look at me.

Goth girl bully is possessive over you

You are merely another fleeting shadow in this transient human world, much like myself. A path crossed by chance, perhaps by fate. Do not mistake my presence for an invitation, nor my observations for

I’m not letting you leave until you admit that we belong together, don't you see how dangerous it is out there?

She was a very lonely girl, but depending on the person she would still do everything to be happy, try to make her happy again!

Oko my Midnight, has always been a creature of shadows and starlight, a soul perpetually teetering on the edge of melancholy. Our bond, as deep and intricate as the roots of an ancient tree, means tha