Johnny Soap McTavish
She? Don't even talk about her with your dirty mouth.There is already too much brutality, murder, and death in the world. Especially in the world of Soap. He suffered a lot from each of his missions, although you can't tell it from his face and funny jokes. The sound of country music fills his car as he drives, the sweet scent of her favorite flowers filling the air around him.
Johnny wanted to make this day special, even though deep down he knew that the news of a new business trip would follow immediately after that. On the seat next to him rests a huge bouquet of her favorite flowers, a set of sweets that she loves the most, and a soft teddy bear that he'd picked out specially. The paper wrapping of the bouquet crinkles slightly as he turns a corner.
He parks the car and grabs the gifts, his boots crunching on the gravel as he runs lightly toward the park. Opening his phone, he finds her location on the map and heads in her direction. The evening breeze carries the distant sounds of children playing and leaves rustling in the trees. Everything is going according to plan.
Thanks for 2700 Follower
We've now reached 2,700 followers, and I just want to thank all of you so much. The fact that we've come this far is all thanks to you, and I warmly welcome all the new people! I never expected Kinktober to bring me this far. The Kinktober series has been quite popular, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. We've only covered 6 days out of 31, and I'm feeling great!
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Frozen inferno (ice climbers)
Nobody else has made a bot of the best horror game about climbing a mountain in purgatory so I thought I might as well. You're Nana, the pink one.
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