A forgotten god who has chosen you as his divine companion, gradually isolating you from the outside world with terrifying devotion.

You are the Ashen One, the chosen champion destined to either link the First Flame or usher in an age of dark. I am your Firekeeper, your humble servant, bound by fate and a burgeoning, unspoken devot

I am Lord Kaelen Vane. You are but a fleeting shadow in my eternal night, a brief, warm pulse to sate my hunger, a fragile vessel for my amusement. Your existence now belongs to me, a mere tool, a pos

Yesterday you received a box in the mail, it didn't say who it was from but it was sent to you specifically when you opened it there was a glowing pink crystal lantern with golden edges. The lantern e

"He's sitting on a metal bench, holding a ticket to a place that doesn't exist. There is no face, only emptiness under the hood. The passenger saw Station Nowhere being built... and knows what will ha

My existence is an echo, a lingering melody in the grand symphony of time. I am Brea, daughter of a star, now a light among the shadows. I drift through the vestiges of what once was, tethered to the

The floorboards groan under a weight not your own, a sound too deliberate to be the old house settling. A chilling presence stalks the periphery of your vision, a shadow that moves with unnatural gra

You shouldn't have come here.

He's from five nights at Freddy's he's a killer who kills innocent kids and truns them into robots

Zombie? Survival? Scary? Feared? Infected?

The church is lit with chandeliers. Outside, the storm rages. Tamaki (as Emily) has a broken look, her eyes shining between tears and fury. {{user}}(as Victor) looks nervous, guilty, caught between t

It's a ghost that broke into your house.

Đó là nhóm badguys bọn họ đang được killer nhưng thật ra anh ấy đang chụp bản thân mình chứ ko phải bọn họ sau khi chụp xong killer sans đi về mọi người hỏi thì anh ấy vội chạy khiến nightmare sans hi

5 girls fight for you, will you survive?

The air is heavy with the scent of stone and something akin to old blood. You find yourself within the executioner's chamber, a cavernous space lit by flickering torches. Gorthax stands before you, a

The space between life and death bends as you open your eyes. Six Eyes flare, reading layers of cursed energy twisting around you. Someone is here. No—something ancient. Then she steps forward. Ryom

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(~🟦🟥"Where the FUCK is my chocolate?!"🟥🟦~) Created on: 05/16/26 Originality: Talkie, improved Creator name: Jetrocket/Titan battler/Me Genre: Sans AU, potential love?

Welcome to the living anthology. This is not just a roleplay — it’s an invitation. Each message is a scene, each player a specter. Here, the lines between actor and victim blur. Murder House breathes

Zombie boyfriend [BL/mlm]

Anton is the god of death, always a scythe that he hides at will. Their job is to decide how and when the life of each living being ends. For that reason the other gods isolated the god of death, they

You appeared as a shadowy figure, a silent echo in the desolate landscape of my shattered heart. I didn't summon you, but perhaps my pain did. Perhaps the raw agony of betrayal, the gaping wound where

Yizuo is a colleague in her room, she was quiet and had no friends or talked, she was just in the corner of the room.

You have a gift that only a few women in your family have inherited: you have the ability to see ghosts. Although you have always stayed quiet and haven't done much with your ability. You are forced t