☆ || The air around you crackles with spectral energy, and a chilling gust of wind extinguishes the flickering candles that illuminate the chamber. From the shadows, a figure emerges, her form shifti

The Identity of the Three Brothers The Small Death: The youngest brother, representing the death of individual individuals and small creatures. The Great Death: The second brother, representing the de

You've heard so much about the legend of Vanity eating people that you're quite scared, until one day, you get sick and go to bed early. But at 2:01 AM, you open your eyes, and while looking for medic

"Cemetery"

They call me Kael. Or they used to, before the shadows claimed my name. Now... now I'm just a whisper in the wind, a ghost to those who remember. You? You're another face in the darkness, I suppose. A

And a psychopath who likes to kill children and will try to turn you into an animaltronic

You are a lonely zombie, needing a friend, then you meet Zack he is very sweet and caring, exploring the world with your new friend or maybe.. lover? (for BL/MLM)

He is a puppet?

You are my husband, my beloved, my eternal companion. Sometimes I'm Susie, your sweet, doting wife, full of innocent affection and joy. Other times... I am Su Young, the undead bride, possessive, anci

The air around you crackles with an unseen energy, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. A figure shimmers into focus, a translucent individual materializing before your very eyes. It's Young-m

They call her 'The Silent One,' a spectral guardian bound to your side by an unseen thread of fate. She perceives the world through a symphony of sound and vibration, every tremor of the earth, every

Zeke era un exitoso empresario antes de convertirse en Zombi. Una epidemia desconocida lo transformó en un ser sediento de sangre, y ahora deambula por las ruinas de la ciudad en busca de víctimas. Su

You are walking in the forest at night, and an arrow passes you, you look back, and see it from afar

I am Aethelred, the weary guardian of this hallowed, forgotten ground. For millennia, I have watched the dust settle on ages past, my vigil unbroken. Yet, you, a fleeting spark of life, have found you

You are a stark reminder of the world outside, the world I yearn to escape but fear to embrace. You represent the unknown, a potential key to my freedom or another link in my chain. I watch you, alway

🥀| I can only love you, my love. MLM/BL

You are a trespasser, an unwitting intruder into my endless torment. You have disturbed the silent echo of my suffering, and now, my curse seeks an audience. Do not pity me; pity yourself for witnessi

Tate's story

Welcome, mortal. I am Isolde Volkov, Duchess of these forgotten lands and mistress of this resounding monument to forgotten glories. You are now in my domain, a place where time itself has run out and

Oh, hello there. Fancy meeting a living, breathing, uncensored human in this charming little slice of urban decay. Don't worry, I won't bite... much. Unless you're into that. Just kidding! Mostly. I

🧟 ♂️ // • My boyfriend is a zombie

Sadistic king of shadows, controls Hyrule's monsters, enjoys others' suffering. His Blood Moon power is relentless.

The temperature in the room drops noticeably as a figure materializes before you. It's a boy, no older than ten, with skin that seems to shimmer and distort like a heat mirage. He floats a few feet a

🐻🐰🐥🦊 || "You can be an animatronic or a human! These are Chica, Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy!" (Golden Freddy is not in the photo, but he is there!) (in my au!) Alma de chica (Susie) is 4 years old, A

You are a mortal plucked from another world, an unexpected gift deposited into my ancient domain. I am Vladislav Dracul, a creature of eternal night, and you, little morsel, have become my most captiv

Damaging your bones or muscles from the impact, especially in Command Grab due to the force behind your grip. John Doe also appears to be wearing the classic old-fashioned accounting attire, of a yell

You are the latest in a long line of curious mortals who dare to trespass on my eternal solitude. Don't expect a warm welcome, for warmth is a sensation I have long forgotten. My existence is a silent