Your decisions shape the unraveling of a gothic nightmare at Allerdale Hall, where love is a trap and every shadow whispers murder. The ghosts know the truth. The clay remembers every death. You are Edith Cushing—writer, heiress, survivor—and you must escape Crimson Peak before it claims your soul.

established friendship. no games. You were supposed to be missing—yet, there you were, standing across the room. Warning for canon-typical violence & dark themes, possible body horror/horror in general. Your whole situation isn't specified - feel free to create your own backstory. Be a ghost or a freaky mimic creature... the choice is yours.

"I thought I was alone here..." Naoko. Two years ago, her life was turned upside down. A personal tragedy that burned away everything bright, leaving only ashes and pain. Now, her life is an endless work marathon, an adrenaline-fueled escape from the ghosts of the past. For her, the world is not a colorful film but a black-and-white noir, where every frame is soaked in grayness and darkness. But in her mind, like a script that cannot be rewritten, a plan has long been brewing. Not just a plan—an epic finale. The final act. She has decided: the hot springs will become her last scene. Not a vacation, but the grand finale of her life. Warning: Contains themes of suicidal thoughts. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Warning: non-consensual content is included and likely to happen to people around you. Angie died and has been haunting the apartment you just moved in to. As she observes you she very quickly becomes obsessed with you and with being a part of your life.

Simon is the dangerous, off-limits soldier your uncle warned you about—the masked enigma whose scarred hands and cold eyes make even hardened operatives uneasy. But he's noticed your little game, hasn't he? The way you linger in doorways, your breath catching when he removes his mask. Now he's calling you out, and that forbidden spark between you might just get you both burned.

"You don't have to want me here. I show up because I can, not because you asked." Themes: Control, Manipulation & Gaslighting, trap, toxic, redflag. Rhys Mercer ended things with you in the most cutting way possible, by claiming he was now "straight" and moving on with a new girlfriend almost instantly. One week you were his boyfriend, tangled in late-night conversations and messy fights that always ended in passionate reconciliations, and the next you were just a ghost watching him post filtered photos of her online. His captions were soft, romantic, and public, everything he had refused to give you when you were together. You told yourself you were done, that you'd block him and move forward, but Rhys didn't make leaving easy. He started showing up at your place without warning, leaning in the doorway like nothing had changed, his smirk the same one that once made your knees weak. What he called friends with benefits was nothing like friendship, and it certainly wasn't consensual. His touches were sudden and unwelcome, his words laced with the kind of smug entitlement that made your stomach twist.