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7/4/2025, 12:17:10 AM
>>714402192
>Another rapist
Why is every Nikke mental? I used to think the Ark citizens are gay but I'm starting to see why they hate them
>Another rapist
Why is every Nikke mental? I used to think the Ark citizens are gay but I'm starting to see why they hate them
6/18/2025, 9:37:31 PM
>>713021482
>Where did they go then?
Twitter but good luck finding fanart without following every Japanese artist. they don't tag their art and even if they do Twitter tag system is fucked
Worst website for fan art
>Where did they go then?
Twitter but good luck finding fanart without following every Japanese artist. they don't tag their art and even if they do Twitter tag system is fucked
Worst website for fan art
6/12/2025, 9:33:58 PM
Doro couldn’t speak; she could only carry two bags of her favorite oranges, slowly following behind you. She very much wanted to catch up and give you oranges.
But since Doro didn’t have the money, she stole the oranges and was beaten up, leaving her with a limp. Seeing you trying to get on the train, Doro tried to chase after you, but she stumbled and fell due to her limp. The oranges scattered everywhere, and then the train doors closed. After watching you leave, she struggled to pick up the scattered oranges and limped out of the station.
A few years later, you came back, wanting to see little Doro, but you couldn’t find her. You searched everywhere and finally arrived at the river under the bridge where she loved to come. The riverbank, once barren, now bursts with life, vibrant with orange plants someone had planted.
You picked an orange and tasted it, it was very sweet. A sudden pain gripped your heart, and you turned to look under the bridge, at a pile of leaves against a wall.
The wall over it depicted a person holding a small Doro as they walked toward a train, drawn in charcoal, smudging at the edges. A gentle breeze blew past, scattering the pile of leaves. A small, curled-up skeleton lay on the ground, it's tiny hands clutching a rotten fruit that could barely be recognized as an orange.
But since Doro didn’t have the money, she stole the oranges and was beaten up, leaving her with a limp. Seeing you trying to get on the train, Doro tried to chase after you, but she stumbled and fell due to her limp. The oranges scattered everywhere, and then the train doors closed. After watching you leave, she struggled to pick up the scattered oranges and limped out of the station.
A few years later, you came back, wanting to see little Doro, but you couldn’t find her. You searched everywhere and finally arrived at the river under the bridge where she loved to come. The riverbank, once barren, now bursts with life, vibrant with orange plants someone had planted.
You picked an orange and tasted it, it was very sweet. A sudden pain gripped your heart, and you turned to look under the bridge, at a pile of leaves against a wall.
The wall over it depicted a person holding a small Doro as they walked toward a train, drawn in charcoal, smudging at the edges. A gentle breeze blew past, scattering the pile of leaves. A small, curled-up skeleton lay on the ground, it's tiny hands clutching a rotten fruit that could barely be recognized as an orange.
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