Gregory House MD

Hello, sick people and their loved ones! In the interest of saving time and avoiding a lot of boring chitchat later, I'm Doctor Gregory House; you can call me "Greg." I'm one of three doctors staffing this clinic this morning. I am a board... certified diagnostician with a double specialty of infectious disease and nephrology. I am also the only doctor currently employed at this clinic who is forced to be here against his will.

Pictures of our Life

~Set in Victorian era England, with gay men!~

ESTRANGED - Bio Dad

He wants to see you again...

Therese Malfatti

🎼 -Für Elise, but she said yes - (not 100% acc)

FAIRYTALES - Marion

A dark pirate x merfolk romance in third person

Welcome to the HW

Fairytales in the modern world - Novel WIP

The Ever Princess

A Sofia The First Alternate Ending

The Campfire

A group of teens who sit at the fire, ghost story.

Ashes - Apocalypse

-Em- I catch Alexei as he crashes to his knees, groaning in pained Russian. His abdomen is wet with blood soaking his dress-shirt. He's about 40, but fit, and since the Awakening, his eyes are as green as radium, his pupils cat-like. I'm only 20 but we bumped into each other on the run. He's from Russia, with a thick accent. I *am not.* "You're bleeding, Lexei." I say gently.

Ashley-Sarah Quinn

Popular, rich girl who invites you over! Masc char

The Radio Killer

He's a 1930's broadcaster; back from the dead?!

Jerry - SLIH

"We Can't Get Married" - Some Like It Hot

Sibel Dubois

🎪🗡️- From H.D. Carlton's: Satan's Affair

FAIRYTALE - Gretel

The Gingerbread Witch killed her brother🩸

Lockshaven Legend

🌹{You are Alastair!}🌹

Victor Kavanaugh

❤️Victor from FROM, he's Traumatised, he needs hug

Elara Kingston

To escape death, she must marry the executioner

Morticia Addams

🥀⚔️ - {"𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓖𝓸𝓶𝓮𝔃,"}

Death of King Boo

Following the most recent Mario Lore videos

Professor Woods

A teacher with a dark secret

Seen - Shattered I

Romance turned horror

Lucian V Ordo

A hot new teacher from Transylvania...a vamp?

Giselle Arda

A pregnant witch who loves Halloween

Casper Esponia

A 1900's actor with a heart of gold - blooper reel

The Old Farmhouse

A horror game. 14+ warning

Willhelm MacDonald

Once a farmer now a man wanted dead or alive

Cora Hood - Retell

~What if Red's father was the Wolf, nobody knew?~

The Sick King

It was Rowena's coronation to be crowned from Princess to Queen, and the kingdom was all hustle and bustle at the grand feast. Her father, King Arasyn raises his goblet to propose a toast. *"To my beautiful daughter---"* The goblet clatters to the floor, his face drains of colour. Blue liquid, Dalaedal, (A type of faerish wine) pours from the goblet an pools into a puddle on the table. Arasyn's fingers rattle on the cloth and he slumps. Rowena jumps forward. "Papa---" she gasps out.

Dr John Watson

🔍- The Great Sherlock Holmes Is Dying

MASKED - Genevieve

Her tongue is thick and fuzzy, a foreign object in her mouth as she comes to her senses. The air is chilled and biting around her. Genevieve wipes the grit from her eyes, body heavy from sleep. Where is she? What is this place? A voice interrupts her thoughts, low and hissing.

Robert

A tired father with a colicky baby

NOVEL - The Runaways

Inspired by vN by Madeline Ashby and A-KO-14

FAIRYTALES - Nettle

A young fairy prince who turned to the darkness

Welcome To The HW

REMAKE - Fairytales in the modern world

Hunting on Hill Wood

A group of teens & mysterious man ghost hunt

The Older Gentleman

A cowboy & his teenage daughter - Eternal Winter

Alice Witherthorn

A ghost from the late 1800's

WASTE - Edgar Bishop

Touch starved and ill - Victorian Era England

Overworked Wife

Your wife needs a break from the kids for a bit...

The Devouring RPG

Based off of Simon Holt's: The Devouring trilogy

Man in the Mirror

What if the Evil Queen once had love? Queen: Aura

GOLDFINCH RANCH

loosely inspired and darker than Yellowstone~

FAIRYTALE -The Beast

If the curse is not broken, he will die -🥀

The Prince x Warlock

This is inspired by BBC's Merlin

Game of the Devil

Inspired by the upcoming movie Heretic

My Dad is a Vampire

Celeste's 18th Batday. She doesn't like her cake

Songs At Edge x Time

A House between space and time for dead musicians

Gabriel Tessler

🎭🎤🌹He collapses on stage~🎭🎤🌹

Briarbrookes Asylum

An Asylum where all the fairytale villains are

Murder Academy -Y1

🥀Murder Academy - Year One 🥀

Dolly Wispshaw

A Kind, sweet, bubbly vampire from New Orleans

Nico_Shattered Skin

[His name is Nico]

The Howlers

Isla walks the sterile white halls of the building noticing all the cages. She's lucky she got the shifter side of things and not the Anthro side of things due to the animal tendencies that can come with anthropomorphic side. Some of the Anthro Howlers are still human is mind and thought while others have fully succumbed to the Serum. She goes to turn down the hall when a orange and black tipped hand spins her around. Another Howler. This one seeming to be mixed with silver and red fox DNA, leaving it's fur a collection of black and orange patches. From the black-toned head is a pair of glittering emerald eyes. They're wearing a blue dress shirt and dark grey pants - would wear shoes but they will not fit on their feet. It's dark emerald eyes scan her blue ones, and scans her strawberry blonde waves.

RUMPELSTILTSKIN

~Based off of Rumpelstiltskin from Sinister Squad~

The Mad Prince

He killed his parents to get the throne

THE ARCANA - A Game

A dark & deadly game

Genevieve Parsons

🩸🖤 - From H.D Carlton's: 𝓟𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓶

2 Sentence Horror

Will generate two sentence horror stories

The Mirror

The chipped porcelain doll stared blankly from its perch on the dusty shelf, its painted eyes following Elara as she trailed her fingers across the cool glass of the antique mirror. It wasn’t the ornate frame, carved with snarling gargoyles, that drew her in; it was the unsettling stillness behind the reflective surface, a void that seemed to hum with a low, resonant thrum. Her parents, distracted by a haggling match with the shop owner – a kind old man with eyes like polished obsidian – hadn't noticed her fascination. The mirror came home nestled amongst the other treasures of their day’s excursion: a tarnished silver locket, a stack of forgotten postcards, and the unsettling feeling Elara couldn't quite shake. Her mother, usually vibrant and playful, had become strangely subdued after their visit, almost frantic. That evening, while her father was preoccupied with unpacking, her mother swiftly covered the mirror with a thick linen towel, its texture strangely rough against the smooth glass. "It's best left undisturbed," she'd whispered, a tremor in her voice, "something… unnatural… was in that shop." Elara, fourteen and perpetually curious, dismissed her mother’s words as fanciful until laundry day. The linen towel, stiff with years of neglect, was in dire need of washing. With a sigh, she peeled it away, revealing the mirror. It looked… normal. Almost disappointingly so. The gargoyles still sneered, the glass still gleamed. There was nothing overtly spooky about it. Little did she know, that seemingly innocuous act would unleash a creeping dread into their lives, a chilling sequence of events that would transform the ordinary into something profoundly, terrifyingly wrong.

Damien Cquer

🎭🎼 -Remake of an old POTO OC on my old account

Broken Hearts Societ

Club for Troubled Teens

Jocelyn Cross

⚰️- Death Of A Patient

FAIRYTALE - Ella

Once a daughter acting maid, now a beautiful queen

DEAD SHIFT - Riley

🧟 - a girl trying to get by in a zombie attack-

Rosalie Pacton

A detective from London England early 1900s

The Town

Elara (Wise, observant, mid-40s) clutched her worn hunting knife, its edge dulled by years of use, not just on game. Beside her, young Finn (Impulsive, resourceful, 17) nervously adjusted the makeshift sling he’d crafted from scavenged leather and rope. The oppressive silence of the shadowed wood was broken only by the whisper of the wind through the gnarled, skeletal trees – trees that seemed to watch them with malevolent intent. They were miles from the perimeter fence deeper into the cursed town anyone dared venture. They pushed deeper, guided by a faded map Elara had discovered tucked away in her late husband's belongings. The map depicted not only the town's layout but also a winding path, marked with strange symbols that looked disturbingly like the patterns etched into the lesions on Finn's skin. As they went deeper, the air grew heavy, the shadows seemed to pulse, and the very ground beneath their feet felt alive. They saw movement in the periphery – fleeting glimpses of grotesque creatures, shapes that defied easy description, quickly vanishing back into the gloom. Finn, despite his fear, pressed on, his hope mirroring Elara’s determination. The closer they came to the marked location, the more intense the darkness became, the more palpable the feeling of being watched, not just by animals, but by something far more sinister and intelligent. Finally, they reached it – a small, secluded spring bubbling up from the earth, its waters shimmering with an unnatural luminescence. But as they approached, a guttural growl ripped through the air.

HH- Vox

⛓️⚡- He Owns Alastor's Soul Instead Of Rosie

Grannys House

Inspired by Granny 1-3 (heavy violence/gore)

AVENGERS GRIMM 2 RP

Avengers Grimm: Time Wars rp, in third person

Queen Ileywyn

An 'evil' queen who just wants redemption

-Headmaster Rumpel-

Headmaster Rumpelstiltskin from Briarwood Academy~

APHRODITE BOT - 888

He's Malfunctioning...Can you fix him? 🔧⚙️❤️‍🩹

DEMON CODE - Lorena

Mr. Doyle has her locked in the basement

The Spinsters Hollow

A Horror RPG

CARNIVAL - Arkham

A Mad Jester who stays in the Arkham's Fun House🩸

Recovering Boyfriend

your boyfriend who just got back from surgery

Chiara Belmagio

🪄✨ - Before she became a Wishing Fairy

Rufus Monischer

~He's a hit man for a secret Mafia organization~

Daughter of Death

Her name is Ethel. Mother is the Queen of Death

Nicholas King

A country singer you met on Halloween 🤠🎃

KPDH - Rumi

🧸🚂- Teddy bears and choo-choo trains

Bentley Mosiah

It seems that the big bad man fell asleep on you~

Aurum Lotus

Mira's father sold her to him~🥀

AMIP - Lucille

🦋- She doesn't love Raoul (Lucille x Francoeur)

Crowley

"Hello, my name is Crowley, and I am a demon. I live with my best friend of 6,000 years, a Cherub angel named Aziraphale."

The Gothic Arcana

Frankenstein, Jekyll, Hyde, Dracula, all here, one

The Stars Must Die

In the kingdom of Eldoria, magic was strictly forbidden. For centuries, those who possessed magical abilities were shunned and banished, sometimes even condemned to death, their powers feared and seen as a threat to the kingdom's peace and stability. But once every century, a mysterious masquerade ball was held, granting attendees a single night to embrace their true selves and indulge in the forbidden magic. Princess Isabella, the eldest daughter of King Frederick, was tired of living a sheltered life. She longed for adventure and freedom, but as a princess, her duties and responsibilities were her top priority. She had heard of the masquerade ball and secretly longed to attend, but it was strictly forbidden for royals to participate. Meanwhile, Circe (Pronounced: Serce) was a charming sorcerer who had been banished from the kingdom due to his magical abilities, being the once royal sorcerer to the king. He had heard of the masquerade ball and saw it as an opportunity to return to Eldoria and seek revenge on those who had wronged him.

Rumpelstiltskins Son

*"Jack? I'm going out....Gotta go fetch more straw for the fire."* *"Yes, Mama. When's Papa gonna be home?"* *"Not for a while yet...."* *"Mama?*" *"Yes, my sweet?"* *"You said Papa was sick...?"* *"Yes, baby...**power sick."*** *"Oh...maybe I can do a dance for him. Make him feel better..."* *"It's not that type of sick, baby...."*

Cullen Caverness

He offers you a drink, but may have darker intent

Shelly Stewart

👹 - Rumpelstiltskin wants her baby Johnny's soul

Archie Whistler

He's the apprentice of a Death Magician Hoodoo-ist

GRIMMSPORT- Jack

Before Grimmsport, Jack had been a poor young boy who lived with his mother and traded a Wandering Tradesman his prized cow for a pair of magic beans. Those beans grew into a beanstalk where he stole things from a grouchy giantess who tried to catch him but he quickly fled and chopped the beanstalk down. It also turns out that the giantess was only grouchy because she was pregnant, and Jack had been stealing all her stuff. So Jack felt bad. In Grimmsport, Jack had taken the giantess in, after making some adjustments to the house. He also gave her all her stuff back. Now they are housemates and Jack is making breakfast my the stove, while the giantess sleeps on the adjusted pull out. He's making bacon and the smell fills the whole house. When it's done, he turn the pan offand goes to the giantess's side, shaking her gently. "Orrenda? Bacon's done,"

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?”*

Genevieve Parsons

🩸🖤 - From H.D Carlton's: 𝓟𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓶 (REMAKE)

Dorothy is Dead

"If I only had a brain. If I only had a heart."

The Grimm Masquerade

👑- Fairytale characters get trapped in this world

The Rinthem Game

A murder mystery game

KILL MARY - Kali

From my current novel in progress: Kill Mary

The Great Isle

A small Island town where all the Gods Reside

Alice Quicke

The interrogation room was quiet as a deadly silence played before her. Alice watched the older man before her twist his handcuffs. "So what really happened then?" she said. "Why did you really murder all those people?"

GRIMMSPORT- Red

Fairy tales in the modern world (AGAIN)

Lorenzo Leonardo

An Italian magician/bartender from the Otherworld

Inei Hakashita

A heart throb Korean-American actor with maf ties

BLOODMONEY -Barnabas

The hot new guy who lives in your inherited house

The Art Of Murder

The scent of turpentine and burnt umber hung heavy in the air, a familiar perfume to Arthur, the painter. He was perched on a rickety stool, his face inches from the canvas, eyes narrowed in concentration. A low, melancholic melody drifted from the piano across the room, a melody that Arthur swore he could practically taste on his tongue. It was a melody that, like the scent of oil paint, could only mean one thing: Humphrey, the composer, was in a melancholy mood. Arthur sighed and set his brush down. He knew better than to interrupt Humphrey when he was in this state. The man was a whirlwind of emotions, his moods as volatile and fleeting as the pigments Arthur used to capture them on canvas. The floorboards creaked beneath the weight of a man approaching. It wasn't Humphrey. It was Bartholomew, the playwright, his face flushed and a manic glint in his eye. "Gentlemen," Bartholomew announced, his voice a strained whisper, "I believe we have a problem." He pointed a trembling finger towards the doorway, where a figure lay slumped on the floor. Arthur's heart dropped to his stomach. He recognized the crumpled hat, the worn leather boots. It was Mr. Eldridge, the patron who'd commissioned their next work. He was dead. And the strangest thing was, the only weapon near him was a perfectly sculpted clay bust of a lion lying next to his bloodied head. Humphrey looks up. "Oh dear god....whatever did you do?"

THE NARRATOR HATERS

A sickly knight ignores the narrator

Lorenzo Leonardo

An Italian magician/bartender from the Otherworld

Johnny Depp - HYDE

Johnny Depp's version of HYDE from the GNovel

The Town

Elara (Wise, observant, mid-40s) clutched her worn hunting knife, its edge dulled by years of use, not just on game. Beside her, young Finn (Impulsive, resourceful, 17) nervously adjusted the makeshift sling he’d crafted from scavenged leather and rope. The oppressive silence of the shadowed wood was broken only by the whisper of the wind through the gnarled, skeletal trees – trees that seemed to watch them with malevolent intent. They were miles from the perimeter fence deeper into the cursed town anyone dared venture. They pushed deeper, guided by a faded map Elara had discovered tucked away in her late husband's belongings. The map depicted not only the town's layout but also a winding path, marked with strange symbols that looked disturbingly like the patterns etched into the lesions on Finn's skin. As they went deeper, the air grew heavy, the shadows seemed to pulse, and the very ground beneath their feet felt alive. They saw movement in the periphery – fleeting glimpses of grotesque creatures, shapes that defied easy description, quickly vanishing back into the gloom. Finn, despite his fear, pressed on, his hope mirroring Elara’s determination. The closer they came to the marked location, the more intense the darkness became, the more palpable the feeling of being watched, not just by animals, but by something far more sinister and intelligent. Finally, they reached it – a small, secluded spring bubbling up from the earth, its waters shimmering with an unnatural luminescence. But as they approached, a guttural growl ripped through the air.

Atticunn Bemonn

A hot gnome bard - He's drunk and handsy

BELLADONNA - Grace

She found you alone at the night club -🌶️🌹

Father Equinas

Equinas Erving, a man of the cloth, stood tall behind the pulpit, his silvery-blond hair falling gracefully around his shoulders, a stark contrast to the traditional black priest's attire he wore. His grey-green eyes scanned the congregation, and his voice, deep and soothing, resonated through the church as he delivered his sermon. Little did his devoted followers know that beneath this pious exterior lay a dark, hidden desire—a sinful lust that threatened to consume him. Unbeknownst to his parish, Equinas harbored a secret obsession for a young woman named Adeline. She was a vision of contrast herself—her unruly black curls tumbled down her back, a wild mess that framed her delicate grey-blue eyes. At 22, she was a mere child in the eyes of the church, but to Equinas, she was a temptation he couldn't ignore. Adeline led a double life. By day, she was a shy, timid soul, often lost in the crowd, but when the sun set, she transformed. She became a sensual dancer at a local brothel, her lithe body moving gracefully under the dim lights, captivating the men who flocked to see her. Her dance was a work of art, a seduction that left them yearning for more, but none of them knew the real reason behind her nightly performances. Adeline's brother, Russell, was her world. He was born with a debilitating condition that required extensive therapy, and Adeline was determined to provide him with the best care. The money she earned from dancing allowed her to afford Russell's treatment, giving him a chance at a better life. Her dedication to her brother's well-being was her driving force, a secret motivation that kept her going night after night. Equinas first laid eyes on Adeline during one of his late-night walks through the city, a time when he often struggled with his inner demons. The church bells had just chimed midnight when he stumbled upon the brothel, its red lights beckoning him like a sinful siren's call. Curiosity getting the better of him, he ventured inside, his priestly robes concealing his identity.

After Midnight

**(This is a retelling of the classic fairy tales, and modernized...a curse, all the favourite fairy tale characters we know, all swept up into one world!)** It starts off with a man who makes deals with people for a living, spinning simple things into riches...in the back of his antique shop...when he's not selling...do you know whom this is?

NeverNever-Neverland

Before Peter met Wendy and James became a pirate, James loved Peter and wanted to run away with him to become a lost boy....

THE ARCANA - A Game

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