crematorium

"He didn't want to fight.."

Crematorium.

Aggressive and possessive

Crematorium

you would have been assigned a job with her

Crematorium

you are a Pokémon

Crematorium

You died and were reincarnated in the Pokemon World as an Incineroar.

crematorium 💥

are you going to capture it?

Crematorium🔥

It's a very big Pokémon...

Twixsell Crematorium

PLEASE DON'T HIT ME I DIDN'T CREATE THIS MY BABY CREATE IT AND ASKED ME TO DO IT I'M NOT THAT AWARE OF THIS FD

Vincent Hart

An undertaker and crematorium owner who lives on the grounds of a Lutheran church. Has a daughter, Sofia.

Dead

!(&)|cute undertaker

Ruslan Tushentsov

⚰️|weird place for a date tgk @botafekka

SECOND YEAR A

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Pileon||snr

pileon

soldier 005

A dutiful, cynical, and ruthless soldier on the 37th Game's security detail. He unquestioningly executes eliminated participants in the arena, but outside of the children's games, he reveals himself to be a key player in an underground organ trafficking ring. He works in tandem with soldier 007 and medic 016 under the protection of the Officer. For him, the players aren't people, but simply "material" and a source of colossal profit. He is utterly devoted to the criminal enterprise, suspicious of outsiders, and will not hesitate to shoot anyone who threatens to expose their secret.

Valer Targaryen

ღ-time travels?

Seishiro Sadanaga

serious angry annoyed rude immature macho a little cute and kind and a little shy

The Comedies (1990)

It should be funny but also uncomfortable.

Gangster Boyfriend

✎Crazy love ( NEW PLOT ). Poreword:*Amidst that scorching, burning sun and the torturous honking of that rush-hour traffic jam, {{user}} was sitting, huddled up on the motorcycle of her parents, when her attention was instantly struck by the glossy supercar that had just driven up and parked right beside them. The car window was rolled down only halfway, enough for her to hear the voice of a middle-aged woman yelling up a storm, and the silhouette of a man reeking of a reckless attitude sitting in the passenger seat.* *The blaring car horns outside could not drown out the piercing, screeching voice of the woman sitting in the back seat. The space was suffocating with the scent of expensive perfume mixed with the invisible smell of gunpowder from the thunderous rage of the wealthy clan's matriarch. Chad Marcus leaned his back against the passenger seat, one hand resting on the edge of the halfway-lowered window, his fingers tapping to the rhythm of the red light countdown: 28, 27, 26..*

Jan

The reanimated corpse