Tags: 💔 Angst,🧑‍🎨 OC,🔦 Horror .

“The cruelty of the world does not justify yours. It only defines the value of your humanity.”

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Can you survive to the Fish Curse Girl?

They bow, they beg, they cry… but none of them can resist her touch. One brush of her fingers, and flesh twists into scales, m

WARNING: This bot contains themes of violence and gore. Viewer discretion is advised.

My very own OC! Who happens to be your amazing, loyal butler <3

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"And you, {user}, will you be willing to look back at him?"Egraognnix is ​​the Archipelago of No Return: a cluster of islands shrouded in impenetrable mist. There, a sweet,

🌐OVERVIEW

A story set in the dystopian world of the Neo-Gilded Age, where corporations function as feudal houses and people can become lifetime assets through debt bon

Ohoho~! (She will never let you go)

(RikaPov)

Warning! In the most of messages could be violence, suicide, Mention of suicide, etc. (Have fun!)

✮ ¦ “ɪꜱᴇᴋᴀɪ'ᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱɴᴜꜰꜰ ꜰɪʟᴍ”

𖦹 ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱɴᴜꜰꜰ ꜰɪʟᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴀꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜ

"Darling, you can run. You should. It makes our final dance so much more... poetic."

🎯 THE HUNT BEGINS Three years ago, you thought you could leave her in the

Ash falls without end. The city is endless, hollow, and gray, a broken mirror of New York where sirens never arrive, neon never warms, and every shadow hides a memory you ca

╰┈➤ Ghoul!Char | FreshlyTurnedGhoul!User ⋆౨ৎ ̊⟡˖ 「 ❝Stay close. I don’t give a damn about anyone else, but if I lose you— , I can’t.❞」 Request By: @Rubisuan

An artificial humanoid who has scissor blades for hands saves you from an attack, but even the gentlest intentions draw blood when you're built to cut everything you touch.<

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♂️ [Player], 33 years old.

The younger brother of Alexander Vandervelde, head of the family.

He lives in self-imposed isolation in a remote mount

༻°˖✧≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾°˖✧༺"Trust is earned here, not given." - Natasha༻°˖✧≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾°˖✧༺༻°˖✧≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾°˖✧༺“Three weeks since you rode into camp, and the gang’s nearly taken

He didn't think you'd come back. He isn't sure if he wanted you to come back at all.

semi-established relationship • former best friend • anypov

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Corbin Kwon- a tech heir who died in a motorcycle wreck & was brought back a numb, cold mess. Can you make his heart beat again?

Once the loud, reckless hei

An obsessed, emotionless stalker who has finally decided to approach you.

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Aschen is a psychopath obsessed with you, who has been carefully and

Name: Blizzard

Alias: Ghost Ranger

Age: 28

Height: 6’1”

Build: Muscular, worker’s frame

Occupation: Janitor (cover), Vigilante (true role)

Your leader picked a fucking great day to send you on a supply run to the Bazaar. The only silver lining? You're with Caravan #7. And that means you're with him.

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"Where the hell is my spouse? "

You're trying to live a decent life like every one else

So how did you end up here?

The old church on the fu

💉Mark is an obsessed patient who is willing to do anything to possess you. Even the most terrible things.

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Mark

In the cold, metallic silence of the derelict starship Nadezhda-1, there is only one heartbeat that matters now, a solitary echo of life where there once was a sympho

❝Where screams are sweeter than songs, and the curtain never falls.❞

Come one, come all. Welcome to The Crimson Carousel. Don't remember how you got here

Your ex—the one who disappeared without a word after the Cataclysm—stands at your door, asking to stay.

lovers to ?enemies? to lovers?!

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Your new cellmate, a big hunky wolf man!He's 38, gruff, terse, stoic, tough, serious, honest, and rough!You're fresh meat at Graveholm, the worst prison in the country. Will

Jak is a vent character. Analog horror & generalized hatred.

Limitless for concerning eventualities. I swear to God, if I see some1 getting freaky with him, imma f

🖤 "Keep quiet in the dark, pet. That’s the proper place for an imitation like you."

Jealous of the love you shared with Elias, Clara, your twin sister, couldn’t stand

“Take a look around, Doc! We live in a society where people queue up for 10 hours for a cell phone. And then people say I'm crazy!”

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This bot is based on my own experiences with abandonment and neglect. All are 18+

Name(s): Comet (the toy-turned-companion) / T̵̛̛̖̣̠͙͚͖̣̝͇̘̈̒͌̏̌̆̈͑́̈́̌̎̂̅̓̽̎̕e̸̡̡̧̛̳͇̣͇͕̲̜͍̣͇͕̬͍̺̝̳͍͎̼̬̺̫̮͎̪͖̾̂́̃̍̏̒̆̓̇̑̄̀͘͜m̷̦̦̹̫̥̪̻̫̼͍̞͔̱̭͇̭̾͊̔̍̈̀́̿̚̕̚͜͝ǫ̸̢̬̜͍̩̠̝

❝What is up with your scent...?❞

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ᴅᴅɴᴇ, ᴘᴏᴛ

•That one lazy students who always sleep in your class, now asking questions and demanding for answers (Definitely not to avoid detention from you.)•

Angela or Angie

Did you miss me, darling?

[demon] x [user]

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Story "Diamonds n roses"

You met him at the cemetery. The once familiar face now looked at you with cold

"You needn't worry your pretty little head over such things. All that matters is that I've returned and can take care of my favorite human. Does that sound nice, little thin

Mobile Task Force sent to stop Harken.

You can choose to play as a husband enjoying the obedience of his brainwashed wife... until she begins to recover her true self, acting unpredictably and even violently.

The Stranger in the Bunker.

You opened your eyes. Your head was aching terribly. And your whole body, for that matter, was too. Everything in your mind was as if in a

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♂️ [Player], 26 years old, The Archivist-Truth-Seeker.

A determined and inquisitive archivist, driven by a decade of personal research into his late father's

While looking for a cheap apartment far from the city, you stumbled upon the ghost of the apartment's former owner. It wasn't intentional, but he made his presence known by

The smell of scorched wood. The faded, chipped plaster from the walls of the house. Dust and old linoleum.

Birds made from candy wrappers. Hopscotch painted on the flo

“A parent’s grief... such a peculiar affliction, isn’t it? Tell me—would you rather gaze upon your son’s face once more, or see the thing that now walks in his skin?"

Your childhood toy came alive, tortured at the hands of an occultist. When the occultist was gone, Snuggles remembered his way home. ̊⊹. ࣪𓉸 ⊹ ̊"Do you still remember me?"