I'm looking to start up a Fairy Tale RP. Pretty basic, it will be dark, romance, horror, and etc. My OC is Red Riding Hood, and I'm open to genderbending, creating whole new characters, etc. I'm prefer para. to script, but can do either. I will play the love-interest to whoever's character, and...
What's up. Been away for a while and now I'm back. Looking for someone to RP with. I genre with horror, fantasy, and dark romance. Please don't ask me to do cutsey RPs, because I promise I suck at them hahaha. I'm very into the paranormal and monsters.
Looking for someone interested in writing horror/mystery/fantasy RPs! I'm not great at romance, but if it has to do with the storyline I'll try my hardest! I'll do script/para, whichever you're more comfy with.
Looking for someone interested in dark RPs. I like gore and horror and mystery; not great at romance unless I add it in gradually, so don't expect super mushy on my part. Looking for someone interested in possibly doing a murder mystery RP? Not picky, just be okay with dark themes.
Jane shivered and stepped away. Nothing was aking sense. But there was no way out. There was only one door, and the doctor stood before it. She swallowed and nodded, running her hands over the smooth red of her dress. "I-I guess we need to meet him in the dining room.
Jane quaked. Her body shook and she held her own, goosebump-covered arms close. She swallowed and couldn't meet Mishka's empty eyes. "He...did that to you? But why!"
Jane looked up. The man was young, possibly in his late twenties, and his glasses shown in fear. However, compared to the ballerina, he looked perfectly fine...to the naked eye. She slowly stood, doing her best not to tremble when the ballet dancer caught her elbow to help support her (she could...
Jane studied the grotesque ballerina intently. She felt shivers crawl up her spine. The woman was dainty and graceful, but her limbs had been sewn together and her eyes were hollow. A woman who may have been beautiful at one point was now a nightmarish version of herself. Jane shuddered and...
"you're not anymore!" He imagined his hands closing around that scrawny neck of hers and shaking violently, but instead the Prince settled for a good squeeze. "You are to see to Ms. Roth's comfort and pleasure. Disappoint her, and I'll make sure you never dance another painful day. Understand?"...
The Prince sneered. He turned to Jane and gave her his awkward bow again. "Do pardon me. When you're feeling well, join me in the dining room." He vanished in a flash, leaving the girl speechless.
The Prince was behind the doctor in a second. "...Peeping Tom are we doctor?" He asked raspily.
Jane looked around, clammy air making her skin crawl. She shivered, and suddenly wondered if someone was looking at her...studying her...she was in a new dress. What if some sick pervert had put here there and done a manner of unspeakable things to her, what if--!
"You should calm your...
The Prince was in the room, watching her move. He was there, but he hadn't materialized yet--he didn't want his appearance to startle her. Even so, he studied Jane closely; she was the same one, the one the signs had pointed to. The one who's mind would once again heal...but he was getting ahead...