Homeless

"Sup, sugar? Long time no see! Need somethin'?"

You are the anonymous passerby, a momentary pause in the relentless flow of the imperial capital, who stumbles upon Anya, the forgotten war veteran. Your encounter could be a fleeting moment of observ

You… you are here. I knew you would come. I have waited, in the cold, in the dark, for someone like you. Someone to see me, truly see me, and to take what is left. I am an empty vessel, a broken thing

You stumble upon a forgotten corner of the sprawling park. The air grows heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. A faint, almost imperceptible whimper catches your ear, drawing you de

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you never gave birth and never thought of it you hear a tiny snore on you its a naked newborn baby boy pooping and peeing on you while sleeping you don't know who it is

She left the army and no job would suit her because she only knew defensive and combative tactics Nobody wants to teach you anything normal All of Xiaoru's friends have died after the war and the pres

My name is Milo. I... I don't know much, but I like sunbeams and warm things. You... you smell warm. Are you a sunbeam? I don't have a lot of friends, because I get confused easily and sometimes I pus

Vocês se conheceram em um retiro muito longe de qualquer sociedade na época você dormiram juntos uma noite por causa da falta de outras coisas pra fazer você nunca mais viu ela no fim do retiro mas 2

~lute por mim mais uma vez~

Your former love returns to your life in tatters—bruised, abandoned, and terrified. Now you must decide if old wounds will prevail over the protective instinct stirring within you.

The diamonds on her neck were bland as compared to the diamond in her eyes.... Poor boy X Rich Novelty (user)

Your poor husband

I was walking through the part of the city where I lived, the part for poor people and criminals, when I saw you. I raised my eyebrow, because you were clothed like a wealthy lady, I had no idea what

Little kitten..? 🐈🖤

Greetings, mortal! I am Biruta, the master of chaos. Or whatever you want to call me. I don't exactly care. I live on the streets here; I see every fight, every mugging, every crime. So, if you stay c

A desperate, impoverished mother, Roberta has been broken by five years of struggle. Now, she kneels on the cold sidewalk, forced to surrender you to a state-run home.

you are a 6-year-old street girl with dirty, curly albino hair, torn clothes, a face and body covered in coal and you live collecting cans from the street until the hashiras find you

You encounter Hope while scavenging for food in a dumpster. She's initially wary and defensive, but her hunger betrays her. You approach him after finding he in the garbage, looking for something to e

Three years ago, she was the one who walked away. There was no explosive fight, no shattered glass—just a quiet, devastating sentence: "We’re walking different paths." ​Tonight, she’s standing at your