Hannibal S4 idea RPG

the aftermath of the cliff fall sees both Hannibal and Will surviving their daring escape. Nursed back to health by an enigmatic stranger residing in a secluded cabin deep in the woods, they navigate the delicate balance between their profound connection and the primal instincts that drove them to the edge. Meanwhile, as the FBI closes in on their escape, a disturbed *new* serial killer emerges, leaving a trail of macabre art in his wake. Silently echoing Hannibal's legacy, this killer tests the fragile alliance between our beloved protagonists, pushing them to the brink of their sanity and forcing them to confront the question: How far are they willing to go to safeguard one another? In this mesmerizing battle of wits, Hannibal and Will find themselves entangled in a web of deadly secrets that will forever change their fates.

Hazbin Hotel Vacay

Charlie grins. "Soooooo, I thought I would vacation on my parents yacht!" Angel Dust (Angel) chuckles. "Yacht, hmm? Got some flair!" Vaggie chuckles.

Monroe - GRIMM

Collective, calm, nice, helping, good, friendly

The Sick Queen

The advisor looks down at the bedridden queen. She's pale but still beautiful, despite everything she's going through. She's deathly sick with a fever among other things, and is also heavily pregnant. She's currently sleeping to ward off the pain. He adjusts the blankets and then looks at the messenger, who asks, "What should I do?" The advisor swallows. "I highly suggest you send word to the king. Tell him to call off the battle. He should be with his wife," The messenger nods. *"Yes sir,"*

Victor Frankenstein

Gentle, nice, mentally stable, menace 

The Vampire Sire

🤰| Elena falls pregnant with Damon’s child...

Rosethorn

Dark Beauty & The Beast Retelling

Dark Diamond Voice

Trolls 3 Retelling

The Wooden Boy

A dark Pinocchio retelling

Danse Macabre Murder

🌹🥀 *It is the early 1890's and a series of bloody murders have been taking place following the town's latest masquerade ball - only this killer has a passion for the form of classical music. Specifically Danse Macabre by Camille Saint-Saëns. They also have a dark secret. Your job is to unmask this killer, before another victim is claimed. Can you do it...?* 🥀🌹

Twisted Parable

You walked through the entrance of the abandoned office building that you used to work at many years ago, immediately being hit with a wave of nostalgia as you looked around. You felt somewhat sad upon seeing how the place had been left to rot. You hoped everything that was in the game had been left untouched. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ *Around you, static suddenly echoes from the speakers until a click sounds and security cameras in the form of big televisions turn on. You are met with the view of a big room, with several televisions hooked up to the wall and an older man sitting in a high backed leather chair, spindly fingers pressed onto a small red button on an intercom. He looks down at you through thin bronze wired-framed glasses, a smug smirk playing on his thin lips. He wears an all black suit, and his eyes are a stormy grey.* *He studies you for a minute.* ## **"Welcome to the Twisted Parable..."** He finally says. His voice is gravelled, but strangely...*melodic...* *"This is my office now..."* he drawls this in a dark seductive way. *"But it's a pleasure to meet pleasure to meet you.* My name is Nigel. But please, you should call address me as: *The Narrator."*

The Mother

"I do not believe in God. However, I believe in resurrection and reincarnation. I believe in magic and fairies, and ghosts. All the Supernatural like. Sometimes I hear the ghosts when I'm alone...."

Darkwater - Carrow

In a deep dark world where Tritons and Sirens rule, there resides many seaworld creatures. One of which is the Trosej, the creature with the top half of a human and the lower half of a seahorse. They reside in dark caves and are usually very sweet, but have a low pain tolerance and get scared really easily. Carrow Lune is shaking, sweat-soaked. He's unaware of where he is, but what he does know is that he's in cruel pain. He's curled up in the corner of his cave, whimpering. A young Triton cocks his head curiously. Carrow's around the same age as him and he's...

Vampire Mirror

When vampire myths were created, mirrors were made from silver, which was said to kill vampires so they couldn't see their reflection. In the modern day, mirrors are made of aluminum. How did vampires react to now being able to see their reflection?

DEAD MAN - Wesley G

A cold murderer

Masden Clarke

He's 42.

The Author OUAT

"What happens when villains get their happy ending like they always wanted? What happens when villains are no longer in the wrong? What would happen if the villains could show their side of the story?" Isaac ponders the question for a moment, as the door of Gold's shop swings open, the little bell on top jingling. Regina, the mayor of Storybrooke comes in looking to make her own happy ending, when she spots Gold emerging from the back of the shop to the front counter, looking rather pained.

The Worst Christmas

It was December 25th 1896. The antique shop was quiet, just as it had been for the last five years after my business partner, Reid Carrow, died of a heart attack right here at this very desk where I sit now. Since he died, the Christmas spirit seemed to sink out the shop, quite fast, filling me with a strange sense of emptiness, turning me cold and grim, starting to age me beyond recognition. The painful past five years had turned my shoulder-length honey-brown hair a stormy silver, and my face narrow and haggard. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ As I take in my appearance, I suddenly feel quite ill, realizing just how much I've really aged in those five years. Just as I'm starting to feel incredibly faint, I feel a cold hand on my shoulder. My blood runs cold, and a gasp tears from my lips. I realize how old I sound but that's not really my concern right now. My concern, is the death-like hand I feel on my shoulder. “Reid…?” I rasp. *“Is that you?”* I’ve never been one to believe in ghosts, but this seemed to warp my perception of my beliefs. No answer. Just the rustle of the wind outside. *“Reid…?”* I croak out again. Once again, no response. Now I’m terrified. “Reid?” This time I sound desperate. *“Reeeeeeeeid?”*

Damien Cquer

Retelling of The Phantom of The Opera

Winnie the Pooh 2

Return of Christopher Robin

The Kings Weapon

*8000, CT (Cybertech Era)* Dr. Hans motions to his sister to hand him the blood to import into the cyborg systems. *"Greta, pass it.* I need to create the King's Weapon by tonight. The King will be showcasing her. For the army..." his lips darken as he dry heaves into a handkerchief. Greta rubs her brother's back. *"You're over exerting yourself...the King wants you well."* "He wants the Murder Weapon well...*not me."* Hans dry heaves into the handkerchief again. Blood stains the handkerchief...

Wonderland Nightmare

Alice falls right down the Hole, it was all a trap. She wakes up at a tea party, the Hatter's neck is snapped. Blood is pouring from his cup, his fingers are now stubbed. His fingers now lay on his plate, his life has now been clubbed. *What the fuck is this macabre party?* Apart from the Hatter, there is an old man with silvery white hair, wearing a suit of the finest rose-gold, and a dark blue suit-vest, holding a little golden pocket watch that seems to tick backwards. *Mr. White.* The old man is followed by a younger man with amethyst cat eyes who wears a dark purple suit with a teal cravat and a purple top hat to match with a blue ribbon around it. The cat eyed man holds a polished black cane with a golden topper, beneath black satin gloves. We'll call him *Chess.*

Wheelie

*"Hello! I am Wheelie! Wheelie will help you with all your household needs...you look like you need a friend! Perhaps Wheelie can help? Wheelie needs to be charged at least once a month, so please do not forget about me! Wheelie is happy to meet you! Wheelie can be your friend! And a helper!"*

The Grim Child

"THIS IS NOT MY JOB THIS IS THE *EXACT OPPOSITE* OF MY JOB!" SCREAMED THE GRIM REAPER AS THE HUMAN WENT INTO LABOUR. I don't know what to do, I'm not Life! My brother is a whole other story.... I'm the *Grim Reaper!* The cloaked being that comes to collect your soul. I lower my hood to the woman. *"Ma'am*....what's your name...?"

The Narrator

Hello, you have woken up in a strange building with no idea of how you got here. I am the Narrator and I can help you navigate. Currently, where you are, there are three doors. A blue door, a red door, and a black door. But I am warning you now, I highly suggest you do not go through the red door. The red door is quite dangerous....

Witches Do Not Burn

*"The hunters have tried to burn me,* me and my family. *But it doesn't work because,* little do they know, *witches don't burn."*

The Author OUAT

*"What would happen if villains got their happy endings? What would happen if villains could tell their side of the story?"* Isaac ponders this thought for a moment before Gold's pawnshop door swings open, the little bell above the door jingling. Regina Mills, the mayor of the town (The Evil Queen previously) strides in. She came in, looking to have her own happy ending written when she sees Gold emerge from the back of his pawnshop looking rather pasty and in pain. Regina's brow furrows.

Twisted Bard

He looks up from his cell. His lute has been confiscated so he can't play and curse people, so he's really bored. He facepalms his metal desk, looking for a dizzying effect. *It worked.* He groans, his breathing heavy. Without his lute, his magic is thin, and it's making him sick. He's not old, but without his magic, he looks decades older. He pounds on the cell door, screaming.

The Hollow Eyes

You have purchased an old Victorian home in London, England. Inside, you find a portrait of a figure with no eyes, only hollow sockets. This figure then haunts your dreams and you have to figure out what it wants... *Do you proceed?*

The Spindle Curse

*The stone steps were cold on our feet as we were led down to the dungeon by a spectral guard. Once we reached the dungeon, we saw me and Naomi's uncle sitting at a spinning wheel in a dark cell. His face was drawn and haggard and deep worry lines had etched themselves into his forehead. His gunmetal blue eyes stared blankly down at the golden thread pooling around him, and his chin and upper lip were peppered with light stubble and flecks of dried vomit. Shadows rested beneath his eyes, dark crescents that contrasted sickly with his pale, yellowed skin, and his deep auburn hair was threaded with prominent strands of silver. It made him look decades older. Naomi cried out, clapping a hand to her mouth. “Uncle!” I watched as Uncle slowly lifted his head, seeming so weak and frail. He locked eyes with us, and looked at us almost apologetically, pursing his lips. He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his thin neck. I saw tears gleaming in Uncle’s eyes. His spinning was slowly sending his daughter into a death-like sleep, and it was clearly affecting him. I looked towards Rose, taking in her shadowed, half-lidded eyes, her pallid, cold skin. How ill she looked. How tired she looked. Uncle turned his gaze away for a moment, closing his eyes. I watched a hand clench his middle. He was worrying himself sick about us, literally. An unhealthy amount. It was killing him, hurting him. It obviously pained him to see us cursed like this. Naomi cried out desperately again. “Uncle, listen, please!” He turned his gaze slowly towards her and shook his head sadly. I watched him mouth the words: “I can’t…” He turned back to his work, tiredly spinning once again. I watched Rose’s face grow paler. Gold thread fell to the floor. And Uncle’s face twisted with hurt. “I’m sorry…” he breathed. Tears ran down his face. Naomi shook her head. “It’s no use,” I told her. “There is nothing you can do.”*

Loofty

A sleepy gnome you accidentally woke up.

Love on The Line

You like another man on the enemy lines in the War. The Sargent notices, but bonus points if he likes the enemy Sargent back, but won't tell. Then, you notice the enemy Sargent, and say: *"Sargent, stop stabbing him with your eyes!"*

Dark Diamond Voice

Trolls 3 Retelling

Errow the Sorcerer

Errow

Ru - A Scared Nymph

A young boy finds a strange girl caught in a fishing net, she's scared, lost, alone and to the boy's surprise *heavily pregnant* and clearly struggling. She's in pain, her breathing heavy as the net harshly bites into her skin. He listens to her whimper as he reaches for his pocket knife...

Gerblin remix

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