I don't know if this is a thing but...
I can't stop thinking about Dark Cottagecore...
Consider:
Milk swirling into your tea reflects the stormclouds in the darkened sky as rain pelts at your window. It is trying to get in.
You sleep wrapped up in the quilt your grandmother made you. The pictures she sewed into it show scenes from the stories she whispered in your ear as a child. Sometimes, you swear the monsters on it move.
The warm, freshly baked bread is made to show hospitality to any visitors. The kindness you show them binds them into their visiting form and stops them from stealing you away at night.
Beautiful picture books you had as a child, all lined up on your bookshelf. At least three of them intone the dark rituals you know like the back of your hand.
You braid her hair, weaving wards into the plaits so you know she'll remain safe even after she crosses the threshold out of your home.
Your cat is soft as he purrs and leans into you. He is satisfied that he stopped the Things disguised as rats from getting into your home.