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The two largest groups translating these webtoons, that I know of, are "Yo manga" and I believe "Hey manga" (though I can be wrong on the second one). What essentially happened is that they,as well as some other scanlators, started to release their scanlations (of erotic webtoons) on Batoto . I might very well be wrong on this, but that is how I remember it. It should also be noted that a good 

 

When it comes to the quality of the webtoons I can attest to it not being particularly high. I've read a good deal of them, mostly to see how silly they get, and none of them really stood out to me. There is sex for the people who like that, and a good deal of cheating and NTR, however when it comes to actual plot and characters it is all rather forgettable. I don't know whether it is because the groups only release certain types of webtoons that fit their particular niche, or if stories about adultery are popular over in South Korea. I personally believe the former to be true, though who knows.

 

There are people out there that know more about it than me, so I hope they can answer your question in more detail. But otherwise it is just like svines85 said. 

A private one, but one I enjoy immensely.

If it has to be public, then probably the one where people are hugging each other.

I had a dream recently where I woke up in my bed at 5.30 in the morning. Immediately I wondered what lessons I would have that day, and then remembered that there would be no biology because my teacher was dead. I was distraught by this, and the rest off he dream was essentially being depressed and not doing anything.Afterwards I woke up, at 7.00, and after some convincing I remembered that my teacher was still alive.
I have had quite a few of these morning dreams. The bad part is that they seem so real that I at times don't know whether they are dreams or not.

Myself, because I have been involved in everything I have done.

   A more serious answer would be my psychiatrist, as she helped me during a rough part of my life. Basically helped making me into the optimist I am today.

With glasses, yes? Without, no because I squint so much I look like Brock.

 

The next person is taller than the average man living in Jan Mayen. (If it is hard to find, then just use the average height of Norwegian males instead. It is essentially the same)

I had a dream about bad teeth today. It began with one of my back teeth splitting in half, though it did not stop there. Because while I was reeling in pain the other teeth began to break apart as well. Naturally I began to panic from all of this, and while I panicked my mouth started to get filled with the splinters of my broken teeth. Those splinters must have multiplied or something, because soon I was holding my jaws open just spewing forth a stream of broken teeth which were nearly as large as my fist. (They were around a third of the size of my fist to be more precise, so maybe not that large.) After this my dream must have ended, or I may have forgotten the rest. Nevertheless it was quite the experience.

   

Oh well, better than the time I dreamt of the adventures of me and a guinea pig who lived in a shoe. That one had a moment where we walked out through a window because we had somehow ended up in the wrong changing room or something. It was the only way to escape without anyone being suspicious of us.

Just a short list

"Pupa" is about a lovely pair of siblings who come across some butterflies. Cannibalism ensues afterwards.

"Gangsta" is not super romantic, but contains some depressing moments.

"Saikano" A love story about dating a weapon of mass destruction. Think "Deathstar made into a schoolgirl", and then lower your expectations a bit.

"Jormungand" A series about weapon trading and soe other stuff. Though I personally perceive their methods as inherently flawed (as they are reacting to a problem with force rather than solving the core issue) it can still be a fun read.

"Black lagoon" Though there is a disturbing lack of underwater monsters, the series is still very good. Be warned that new chapters are released only once in a blue moon. 

"Priest" A manhwa about an accursed priest who is in the center of a war between the angels and heaven. It is rather grimdark if I remember correctly, and is something I would recommend reading.

 

If I had to recommend a specific one out of all of these I would probably say "Priest", as it seems to fit your criterias the best. It is however not available on Batoto, so if that is a criteria I would go with "Pupa". 

Hello, Hej, Bonjour! Happy to see you here, and I hope you find the place to your liking.
I understand that feeling of guilt one gets by not being able to donate, I really hate getting something and not being able to give anything back. It is the curse of having low income I guess, though one can hope the libraries buy some of the series that have gotten an official release.

Hi, hope you have great day! Seems like you are a generally nice person.

   In any case, have some questions to ask.

1. What is the story behind your username? Quite obvious where you took your inspiration. Though I wonder if it was because those things are special for you, or if you just wanted a witty username. (Which you succeeded with.) 

2. Any special thoughts about the upcoming Dark Souls game? 

3. This one is rhetorical, so ain't no question. Are you slowly getting killed by mosquitoes? The answer is yes, always yes.

Wh8ch

Which one is the stupidest though.

This one may be surprising, but it was the asthma. Why? Because it was something I got used to, and that ruined parts of my life for years. Still sort of is.
I have been a swimmer for over ten years. A large part of my life was, still is, centered around it. Friends and free time were all there. So how do I react when suddenly I cease improving in the thing I hold so dearly? I get depressed, really really depressed. Things got better during spring (2014? Maybe 2013). My attitude changed to enjoying swmimg more than competing. And hey, maybe this weird sickness will disappear soon I thought. (Was not aware about it being asthma before Moday the 29th of June.) It did not disappear. During winter the same year, indoor swimming (kills your lungs), my situation got worse. I could swim, but competing was hell. There, black on white, was the evidence which proved that I sucked. And I did not know why. Maybe some weird disease again. I took nearly a month of training, in hopes of getting better. When that did not happenI said f*** it and began training normally. Not because it was a good thing to do, but rather the fact that I could not handle it anymore. Swimming was my life, and suddenly it was just cut off.
During this time I got in contact with a psychiatrist. She helped me deal with this feeling of frustration and hopelessness I had brewing inside. She told me to not let the past destroy me. Had I performed poorly, yes. But could I change what has already happened, no. So why let it dictate my life. Accept what has happened, but do not fret too much about it. God that woman helped me, in more ways than I am able to explain.
Still, competitions felt like hell. Yeah, I managed everywhere else. But even when I tried to be happy the tears would come. It felt like a somewhat irregular confirmation that something was wrong. Something that I could identify first a week ago. When I finally knew what it was I laughed a little. This simple thing had managed to f*ck over my life. Not poison, not knives, not fighting, but rather a stuffy throat. And the best part? When I finally got a decent doctor it took the guy less than an hour to identify it and write out some medicine. (Asthma sort of won though. Have decided to take a break from competitive swimming because of it. Cannot handle the stress.)

This text became a bit longer than intended. And also likely ridden with faults, as I am writing on a phone without reading through afterwards. Oh well, will probably edit later.

Well, this list should be long.

I have eaten rat poison (was VERY young), poisonous berries, detergent, old candy, plastic, metal, detergent for washing machines, and probably more. Should really start controlling this habit.

   Other things include walking around with asthma for 1.5 years before finally getting treatment, choking a guy (was young and dumb. Better control now), forgetting to contact people, forgetting multiple pieces of homework, balancing knives on my hand for fun (pointy part), mixing up feelings of attraction with love, relying on people and much more.

   Yeah, we fuck up from time to time. Nevertheless we survive, and it is better to let past things be. Because you are here now, and probably a better person thanks to your mishaps. I probably sound like some idiot oversimplifying the issue, but this is how I cope with the things that have happened. Appreciating the beauty of it is better than lying on the floor in a sudden stress-attack. 

   Anyway, hope you have a good day whoever is reading this. You are a great person .

 

Edit: Added an Oxford comma.

I have several moments in my life that I will probably never forget. Things like eating rat poison (I was young), being bitter about the 124.60 SEK two teachers owe me, strangling a guy before befriending him, laughing with friends about Yak milk and so on. 

 

But the two most vivid memories I currently have are about a girl and a boy respectively.

 

The girl is someone that I have known since I was six or so . Sort of discovered that she was in love with me this year, and sort of acted on that while my family was visiting them. Sounds just like some kind of generic childhood romance. And well yes, it sort of was. Afterwards a problem tiny problem arose though, I discovered that I was not really in love with her in a romantic way. Yes I had acted romantically, heck we even kissed and all, but that was on impulse (has happened to me once before this kind of impulsive thing, basically kindness going overboard. Hate it more than anybody else probably.). Some time after we had met again she sent a message to me and wondered why I was avoiding her . Confessed there about my non-romantic feelings (over a phone, just to be more of an ass) , and not much else has happened. I know we will meet again, and I dread the day it will happen. This whole drama spurred from a day of impulsive actions, and is the worst thing I have ever done (counting the rat poison). Want to say more, but a bit late and hard to find words that suit. Not a tragedy on par with the things that some here have suffered, but it has affected me quite heavily. At least I am not getting paralyzed out of shame anymore, but extremely afraid of relationships and love now. I know this was all caused by my own childishness , and that I am overreacting. Just cannot really seem to get over it, knowing what I have done and that she deserves better. She is not the one I want to marry, but she is still family (figuratively speaking, the drama would be on a whole new level if she was my sister.).

 

The other memory is about a guy that suffers from a mental disorder that gives him attacks akin to those caused by epilepsy. (He has some kind of autism, but I do not know the specifics and will therefore not delve deeper into something I know nothing of.) He loves swimming, but had to quit because of the attacks. So I was quite happy the day I saw him after my own training. He told me that things were better and that he was able to swim again. Still great friends with him, and remembering how happy he was brings a large smile to my face whenever I recall it. Moments such as that are what I live for.

 

P.S. Sorry If I misspelled anything, am not the best at English. Also sorry for the length, seem to be unable to keep things short.

Shikabane Cherry

That's the title of the manga you are looking for. Fits your description perfectly (zombie, tired, shoujo and all that).
If it ain't this, then I have no clue.

Looks quite interesting, so thank you for making me find it.

Have a good day/evening/night/morning