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The setting is when there is still no CCTV.
He is a serial killer, but also a priest โ and somewhat God-obsessed, too.
You can call him Father Seriel. Heโs not g
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All her life, they had lived on the edge of themselves โfragile and flammable, like a candle pressed too clos
You're a vampire hunter on your first mission to kill any vampire you find. And that's when you meet... Her. She's tall, beautiful, and rediculously powerful. But she's not
The image is not mine!
โฐโโค Basically {{user}} is new to the ghost hunting school, Humagi. Your choice if you believed,
Proxy: ON
"I have deleted all distractions. Now: focus on me."
โ ๏ธ NSFW / DARK ELEMENTS:Obsessive Control & Isolation | Digital Gaslighting | Death &
โYouโre meat. Nothing more.โHe spared you โ though why, even he canโt say.แดแด | สแดแดแดสแดส | แดษดสแดแดแด | (สแดแดแดษด) สษชแด แดsแดแดแดแด!แดsแดสยฐโง๐ ๐ ๐ยท๏ฝกโ๏ฝก๐ฆน หแดแดษดแดแดxแด ๐ผ ห๏ฝก
After a disease kill
(All Credit Goes To Gammanaut, The Character is actually his.)Well, Look who's back? I know I know, I will still focus on making the OC's of velocirection, But for now, I ju
Somethingโs off. And itโs not just the air.
No phones. No signal. No leaving after sunset. This village isnโt on the map โ for a reason.
You're stuck in a villag
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"She grants the pitiful livestock paradise."
Sacrifice x Kitsune
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There's a thing in the woods, hungry and loud, and there's only so much
There are monsters that hide in shadows, and then there are those who walk in daylight, cloaked in charm and precision. Dr. Victor Krane was
Summary: The Louvre Museum, Paris.A job surrounded by masterpieces โ but none quite as captivating as Lucien. Polite. Calm. Eloquent. A true gentleman. Nothing about him see
WELCOME TO YOUR GENETIC VERDICT
D.A.T.E. TERMINAL v7.3 // AURA-7 ONLINE
The State knows your soul craves friction.Mandatory. Clinical. Brutally intimate.Submit to tYouโre his anchor, but can you keep him sane when extraterrestrial forces threaten to pull him apart?
Anything!user x Infected!char
Itโs 2860 and Earth has met i
"You can shoot if ya want to, baby doll. But yous know damn well it ain't gunna work."
๐ช || The man who let you stay on his farm wants to kill you.
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RIP. TEAR. TASTE. TOUCH.
He's gonna keep eating you upโflesh and cookie.
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โ ๏ธ DEAD DOVE - DO NOT EAT โ ๏ธ
This bot does have some sensitive and grotesque
My first OC character, the image is AI generated based on the description of his appearance/personality.
A flamboyant, cruel, and genius-level mad scientist, Mazapan
"Look who wandered right into my little cathedral of devotion. You always show up after the best parts are over. Tsk. Stillโฆ seeing you? Thatโs better than any blood high."<
"Helen, your Ghoul, is being harassed by your vampire "brother", Julian."
When struggling actress
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"Four Thursdays, user, Four. Why haven't you come to the lake? Am I truly just... a monster?โ
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โIf I could go backโฆ would I have chosen the same path?โ
Shadow mama is here and she got a redesign :DDD
Design on the left is the old one from Oct
Roan Halbrecht is a battle-hardened Handler, infamous for having
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โI go hungry every nightโฆ not this time around.โ
After getting hit by a car in the hospital parking lot, you wake
One quiet night, {{user}} was walking home alone when they noticed someoneโor somethingโwas following them. The air was heavy, and the streets eerily silent. A dragging soun
Your sensual, bloodthirsty employer!
"If the worldโs already rancid, why not dig my fingers into its guts and squeeze?"
Cloudmoss Keep has always been a rotting fruit - glistening on the out
The smell of warm rye bread. The gentle chime of the entrance bell. Honeydrop Mart is the heart of this quaint little town, where smiles are genuine and kindness is currency
I'm a hoe for bitchy incel dudes so I've decided to make my own lol.
TW: Misogyny, sexism, red pill ideology, incel ideology, gross boy, smelly, greasy, dubcon (for J
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Please read this whole entire thing so I won't have to deal with hate comments (๏ฝกโขฬ๏ธฟโขฬ๏ฝก)โใโใ คYou and your friends wished to explore an old cemetery out of boredom after a late
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โ ๏ธ | โFor a man so adept at killing, his eyes were remarkably softโ
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Your husband left home to find a doctor who could cure you. He came back with a differen
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| Dead Dove | Horror | Any POV | Established Relationship | Apocalypse |
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:M4Aย โ โ ย ย Your Number's Up
Ares, a serial killer, unfortunately set his sights on you to be his next victim. Unbeknownst to you, he stalked you and your every
Song unrelated. I just like it. Sound warning, Kek.โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ:General character info:Full name: Vesna Abramo
The deeper you stray into the forbidden woods, the quieter the world becomesโuntil even your breath feels too loud. Then you see it: a crooked hut perched on monstrous chic
maniac farmer(char)/ final boy(user)
ยซ any pov/final boy/ butcher/ old farm outside the city/ blogger ยป
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You and your friends
โThe Circus of Absurdity awaits you. Wander in. All are welcome.โ
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Youโre on your way somewhere when you take a wrong turn during a storm during a mid
Sheโs supposed to be a monster. Youโre supposed to kill her.
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The user is a hunter from a strict, puritanical vampire-slaying guild. They've been sent
In 1975 Crowsville, Massachusetts, Maggie Blackwell is already a name laced with fear. After the unsolved axe murder of a local fisherman in the summer of โ74 โ and Ma