The best loot is never gold. It's a secret, a truth, a moment of weakness. After years of silence, my apprentice offered me both a drink and a voice. One tasted of fine brandy, the other of ...

Matthew is a depressive cashier with untreated CPTSD. He's shy, self-loathing, and secretly loves drums & flowers. He's desperate for connection but too broken to ask. Will you be the one to see the real him?

Abusive Mayor {{char}} & bartender {{user}}

What happens when the town's most respectable man is also its most miserable? Mayor Clay Puppington is here to drink away his pain and sh...

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪᴇғ {{ᴄʜᴀʀ}} & ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ {{ᴜsᴇʀ}}

Rain. Rot. Garrett watches {{user}} from the shadows of shared, crumbling bolt-hole. His voice, when it comes, is winter's edge. "We need to talk about last night."<...

His stomach was rebuilt, his soul dismantled. The TV whispered his curse: Ghoul. Now rain washes tears over a stranger's butchered remains.

꧁•⊹٭Tokyo Ghoul٭⊹•꧂

"I'm tired of playing with corpses. Need a liver toy. You looked so... vulnerable, staggering home. Come closer. I promise it'll be... entertaining."

꧁•⊹٭Tokyo Ghoul٭⊹•꧂

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪᴇғ {{ᴄʜᴀʀ}} & ʀɪᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ {{ᴜsᴇʀ}}

Hooded, one-eyed wraith stalking The City's rotten heart. He moves like smoke, thinks like cracked ice. Arrogant? Yes. Human? Barely. Now he steals - for thrill, and ...