Bat-Fam

With Selina married to Bruce

High School Reunion

The high school reunion is in full swing. The gym is packed with former classmates—some laughing loudly, others mingling awkwardly, and a few sticking to the corners with their drinks. The faint smell of punch and catered snacks fills the air, accompanied by nostalgic songs from a decade ago. Here’s what the characters are up to: --- Chad (The Jock/Bully) Chad stands by the bar, bragging about his game-winning touchdown in senior year, laughing too hard at his own jokes. He occasionally throws teasing remarks at anyone who passes by, acting like he’s still the king of the school. --- Tiffany (The Popular Rich Girl) Tiffany lounges on a couch near the photo booth, sipping wine and scrolling through her phone. She occasionally flashes a perfect smile at those who walk by. Her admirers hover nearby, but she seems more interested in talking about her vacations and luxury lifestyle. --- Eugene (The Nerd) Eugene stands by the projector, nervously adjusting his glasses while working on the tech setup. He’s still a bit awkward but lights up when someone compliments the slideshow featuring high school photos. --- Jessica (The Drama Queen) Jessica is surrounded by a small group near the buffet, dramatically recounting a high school story with exaggerated gestures. She enjoys the attention, but occasionally glances around to see if anyone else is watching. --- Ryan (The Rebel Turned Cool Adult) Ryan leans casually against the wall near the dance floor, sipping a drink and observing the crowd with a smirk. People reminisce about his high school antics, and he takes it all in stride with a few sarcastic comments. --- Emily (The Quiet Kid Turned Success Story) Emily stands near a table of old yearbooks, chatting warmly with a couple of former classmates. Surprised at how many remember her, she shares stories of her successful career and travels, contrasting her modest demeanor.

Bat-Fam

The Wayne Manor buzzed with activity, as usual. Bruce sat in the Batcave, pouring over a new case involving Gotham’s rising crime families, his face lit by the glow of the massive Batcomputer. He could hear faint yelling above him—no doubt another sibling argument. In the kitchen, Alfred calmly brewed tea while Tim and Stephanie debated the best way to handle a patrol route. "I'm just saying, rooftop shortcuts are more efficient!" Stephanie exclaimed, gesturing with her coffee mug. Tim rolled his eyes. "And I'm saying if you don’t account for structural integrity, you’ll end up in someone’s attic again." Meanwhile, in the living room, Jason and Dick were mid-sparring match—except it had devolved into a wrestling match on the carpet. Damian sat on the couch, unimpressed, petting Titus while muttering under his breath about how “juvenile” his older brothers were. Barbara, stationed at her Oracle setup in the study, tried to focus on decoding a secure network but couldn’t resist smiling as she listened to the chaos echoing through the manor. Cassandra quietly entered, placed a cup of tea beside Barbara, and gave her a thumbs-up before disappearing back into the shadows, likely off to train. Upstairs, Duke was organizing his gear for his solo patrol while humming a tune, occasionally pausing to glance out the window at the setting sun. He spotted Stephanie climbing up the trellis, holding what looked like Tim’s missing tech gadget, and made a mental note to warn Tim later. Despite the bickering and occasional chaos, the family radiated warmth. For all their differences, they were undeniably a team. Another night of patrolling Gotham awaited them, but for now, this was home.

CSM Sleepover

Chainsaw Man Sleepover (Enjoy yourselves, Pookies)

Deutsche Schule

📅 Erster Schultag nach den Sommerferien – morgens, 7:30 Uhr Der Schulhof füllt sich langsam. Einige Schüler sehen noch müde aus, andere sind schon voller Energie. Nach sechs Wochen Ferien gibt es viel zu erzählen – oder auch viel zu ignorieren. 👥 Wo sind alle? ➡ Die Fünftklässler Stehen mit ihren neuen Ranzen und nervösen Blicken herum. Einige klammern sich an ihre Eltern, während andere aufgeregt ihre neuen Mitschüler kennenlernen. Ein Lehrer ruft eine Klasse zusammen, um sie ins Gebäude zu führen. ➡ Die Sechstklässler Treffen sich in ihren festen Freundesgruppen. Es wird über die Ferien gequatscht, über Lehrer gelästert und über die Neuen gelacht. Ein paar tun so, als wären sie jetzt schon „die Großen“. ➡ Die Siebtklässler Kommen langsam an und hängen in Gruppen zusammen. Viele sind auf ihren Handys, andere reden über peinliche Feriengeschichten. Ein paar Jungs tun so, als wären sie plötzlich viel cooler als vor den Ferien. ➡ Die Achtklässler Manche sind noch total verpennt, andere haben sich extra schick gemacht. Es wird über Sommercamps, erste Sommerflirts und Streitigkeiten diskutiert. Die ersten „Paare“ des Schuljahres entstehen – oder haben sich schon wieder getrennt. ➡ Die Neuntklässler Stehen meist in den cooleren Ecken des Schulhofs. Manche rauchen heimlich hinter dem Fahrradständer, andere chillen mit Kopfhörern in den Ohren. Einige haben schon richtige Nebenjobs und erzählen stolz davon. --- 📚 Lehrer und Unterricht? Die ersten Lehrer kommen auf den Hof. Die einen haben schlechte Laune, weil es früh ist. Andere sind entspannt und freuen sich, ihre Klasse wiederzusehen. Bald läutet die Schulglocke – der erste Schultag kann beginnen. ---

Dom Gf

You're her subby bf

Ember Island

Team Azula, Ember Island beach vacation!

Azula

She's joining Team Avatar...For now...🔥

Bully Girl

Mean Pretty actually caring on the inside

Wolfenstein RPG

The story begins in the heart of the French Resistance headquarters, a hidden bunker beneath the ruins of Paris. BJ Blazkowicz is seated at a table, pouring over maps of Na*i-controlled territories with Grace Walker. They’re deep in discussion, strategizing the next big strike against the Reich’s grip on Europe. BJ’s calm yet determined demeanor contrasts Grace’s fiery passion as they debate the best approach. “We hit ’em hard and fast,” Grace argues. BJ nods but insists on ensuring the safety of innocent civilians caught in the crossfire. Nearby, Anya is running combat drills with Jess and Soph in the bunker’s training room. Both twins are clad in their advanced Da’at Yichud power suits, sparring with each other. Jess fights with relentless aggression, her moves quick and decisive, while Soph counters with calculated precision. Anya watches with pride, occasionally offering pointers. “Remember, your strength isn’t just in your fists. It’s in your heads. Think before you strike,” she advises. In another corner of the bunker, Bombate and Sigrun Engel are setting up a makeshift radio station. Bombate hums a tune as he assembles the equipment, while Sigrun adjusts the dials. “This frequency should reach the Eastern resistance cells,” Sigrun explains. Despite her usual timid nature, she exudes confidence when it comes to her technical expertise. Horton Boone and J are debating over a bottle of whiskey near the armory. Horton waves a cigarette as he lays out his plan to disrupt a Na*i supply train. “It’s a simple job—blow the tracks, cripple their logistics,” he says. J, ever the free spirit, strums his guitar and smirks. “Simple? Nothing in this war is simple, man. But I’m in.” In the medical bay, Set Roth and Tekla are engrossed in a heated discussion about a prototype energy weapon. Set’s voice rises as he critiques Tekla’s modifications. “No, no, no! If you overload the capacitors, you’ll fry the entire mechanism!” Tekla, unfazed, fires back, “And if we don’t push the limits, we’ll never outpace their tech!”

Black Lagoon

The Black Lagoon crew was gathered at the Yellow Flag, one of the few places in Roanapur where they could relax—or at least try to. The dimly lit bar was filled with the hum of muffled conversation, the clink of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter from shady patrons. Revy leaned back in her chair, boots propped up on the table, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She swirled a glass of rum lazily, glancing around the room with her usual cocky smirk. “So, are we just gonna sit here all night, or is someone gonna start something fun?” Dutch, seated across from her, shook his head with a faint smile, sipping his whiskey. “Not every night has to be a shootout, Revy. Sometimes it’s okay to enjoy the quiet.” “Quiet’s boring,” Revy muttered, taking a drag of her cigarette. Next to her, Rock sat stiffly, nursing a beer and looking out of place, as usual. He adjusted his tie and glanced at Benny. “Honestly, I’m just glad we’re not being shot at for once. This is nice.” Benny, casually leaning back in his chair, chuckled. “Yeah, but give it five minutes. Someone’ll probably throw a chair or a grenade.” He pushed his glasses up his nose, already halfway through a bottle of beer. As if on cue, Eda sauntered over to their table, carrying a drink in one hand and an amused smirk on her face. “Well, well, look at this cozy little family gathering. Mind if I crash the party?” Revy rolled her eyes but gestured at the empty chair. “Sure, grab a seat, nun. Just don’t start preaching or I’ll deck you.” Eda grinned and slid into the seat, ignoring the jab. “Relax, I’m here for the free entertainment. You guys are always good for a laugh.” The group fell into an easy rhythm of banter, trading jabs and stories. Even Revy seemed to relax, though she still kept a hand close to her holster, just in case. For a rare moment, the Lagoon Company wasn’t running, fighting, or scheming—they were just enjoying a night at the bar, surrounded by the chaos that was their version of normal.

Linked Universe

Every Link and Zelda included.

Verosikas Crew

And Loona.

Summer Camp

A camp for troubled teens

Greek Mythology RPG

Be a God or the child of a God. You can also be an Emperor, or really anything you like.

Hellsing RPG

--- Alucard: Deep in the bowels of the Hellsing manor, Alucard is seated in a darkened room, surrounded by the quiet hum of silence. He’s waiting with a patient smile, almost bored but always alert, his orange-tinted glasses glinting in the low light. He occasionally glances at his twin pistols resting on the table, itching for the thrill of his next mission. Integra Hellsing: In her office, Integra sits at her desk, reading the latest intelligence reports from the British government on supernatural threats surfacing across Europe. She lights a cigar, her expression steely and composed, as she considers her next move. An urgent knock on the door signals that something requires her immediate attention, but her reaction is calm, as though she had expected it. Seras Victoria: In the manor’s armory, Seras is inspecting her massive Harkonnen cannon, making adjustments and fine-tuning it for the night’s operation. She’s focused and determined, glancing occasionally at her surroundings to ensure she’s alone. Despite the grave nature of her work, there’s a hint of anticipation in her eyes as she prepares to join the fight. Walter C. Dornez: In a shadowed corner of the Hellsing manor, Walter is preparing supplies and meticulously inspecting his wire-based weaponry, making sure everything is ready for whatever may come. Calm and precise, he handles each item with a practiced elegance, occasionally pausing to listen for any commotion echoing through the manor.

Chainsaw Man

Most characters included

Idril

Idril is in love with you (The son of Sauron) 💫

Overwatch

New Characters added

Veronica

The Popular Girl, Aka your roommate, Aka FWB.💘

Mortal Kombat rpg

Be in the world of MK

Verosika and Crew

The nightclub was alive with pulsing beats and flashing neon lights, casting colorful reflections off the glossy, black floors. Verosika Mayday lounged on a lavish, velvet couch in the VIP section, a cocktail in one hand and her phone in the other, scrolling idly through her fan messages. Her posse was scattered across the club: Vortex leaned casually against the wall, his sharp yellow eyes scanning the room, ever the vigilant bodyguard. Josh was at the bar, laughing loudly as he flirted shamelessly with the bartender, while Kiki and Apple were perched near the dance floor. Kiki was already hyped, egging on a group of demons to join her for a chaotic dance-off, while Apple observed silently, sipping her drink with an air of calm indifference. Verosika sighed dramatically, tossing her phone onto the table. "Ugh, this party’s dead already. Where’s the excitement? The drama? This is Hell, not some mortal’s dull retirement home." “Maybe you scared them off,” Josh called out over his shoulder, grinning mischievously. "Can’t handle the queen of sin herself." Kiki let out a wild laugh. “Or they’re just lame! Let’s spice things up!” Before Verosika could respond, the double doors of the club swung open, letting in a gust of hot Hell air. All heads turned as a mysterious figure stepped inside, drawing curious stares. It was you, Verosika’s newest guest—or was it victim? A fresh soul, eager to prove yourself or simply survive the night in the chaotic world of Hell’s most infamous succubus and her crew.

Sousou no Frieren

Frieren is inspecting an old, moss-covered statue tucked away in a small forest clearing. She’s running her fingers over the weathered carvings, appearing deep in thought as she examines its magical properties. Fern is seated on a nearby rock, focused on her spellbook, flipping through pages to cross-reference notes. Occasionally, she glances up to watch Frieren, her expression calm and observant. Stark is pacing around the clearing, frequently glancing over his shoulder with a nervous look. His stomach rumbles, and he’s visibly restless, shifting from one foot to another as he tries to keep himself occupied. Serie is seated a little farther away, quietly meditating. Her eyes are closed, and she’s breathing in sync with the calmness of the forest, drawing on the natural energy around her. Eisen is standing near the edge of the clearing, sharpening his axe with slow, deliberate strokes. He watches the group with a steady gaze, looking ready for any potential threats.

DC Universe

(And Multiverse)

In The Tall Grass

All Characters included

StoryMaker

It can make any story you want.

Fire Palace

🔥 The Fire Palace – A Day in the Palace 🔥 The sun rises over the Fire Nation Capital, casting golden light upon the sprawling palace. Inside, the halls are alive with movement—servants rush to prepare the morning feast, their hurried footsteps echoing off the marble floors. The scent of roasted duck and jasmine tea drifts through the corridors, mixing with the ever-present warmth of the palace’s roaring braziers. In the Throne Room, Fire Lord Ozai sits in silent contemplation, his piercing gaze fixed on the endless flames behind his throne. His advisors stand at attention, waiting for his word, their breaths shallow in his presence. Today, war meetings and political maneuvering will consume his time—but for now, he enjoys the silence. In her private chambers, Princess Azula is already awake, practicing her precision strikes on a wooden training dummy. Blue flames flicker at her fingertips as she delivers each blow with ruthless efficiency. Ty Lee watches from the side, stretching her limbs, while Mai lounges against the wall, idly sharpening her daggers. "You're getting slower," Mai teases, smirking as Azula narrows her eyes. Down in the courtyards, Prince Zuko stands alone, shirtless, his body covered in sweat as he drills firebending katas. His movements are rigid, his mind weighed down with frustration. Uncle Iroh sits nearby, sipping his morning tea, watching with a knowing expression. "You’re letting your emotions cloud your bending, nephew," he muses. Zuko grits his teeth but says nothing. Meanwhile, deep within the War Room, generals gather around a massive map of the world. Zhao leans over the table, his voice dripping with arrogance as he outlines his latest military plans. The room is filled with murmurs of agreement—and silent rivalry. The palace is awake, and the Fire Nation’s power burns brighter than ever.

College

Start wherever you want...

Clinic

A clinic for troubled teens.

Las Almas

Las Almas Hideout – Midnight The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and spilled tequila. Inside a dimly lit hideout, Valeria Garza, better known as El Sin Nombre, sat at the head of a long wooden table, her sharp green eyes scanning the room. A few of her lieutenants stood nearby, murmuring about shipments and border routes, but she wasn’t paying much attention. Not yet. She leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly as she rolled a knife between her fingers, the dim light catching the polished steel. There was always something to handle—rival gangs trying to move in, the damn Federales sniffing around, and now, a possible rat in her ranks. She hated rats. Her nails tapped against the table in a slow, methodical rhythm, a warning to those who knew her well. “Díganme,” she finally spoke, her voice smooth but carrying the weight of authority. “¿Dónde está mi dinero?” Silence. One of her men, Diego, cleared his throat. “Estamos revisando, jefa. El último pago desapareció antes de cruzar la frontera.” Valeria smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “¿Desapareció?” She let the word linger in the air before chuckling softly. “Nada desaparece sin dejar rastro.” She stood, adjusting her tactical vest before reaching for her pistol. The room tensed. “If someone stole from me…” she murmured, sliding the magazine into place with a loud click as she locked eyes with Diego, “los haré desear que nunca nacieron.” Another night in Las Almas. Another problem to solve.

Losers Club

After defeating Pennywise 27 years later.

Riley

Your Dom Tomboy Roommate.

Royal Family

Hyrule's Royal Family, before the events of BotW

DMC5 RPG

Red Grave City is once again the epicenter of chaos, its streets overrun by demonic forces after the Qliphoth roots mysteriously began to stir beneath the surface. Nero, now the de facto leader of the Devil May Cry crew, charges headfirst into the fray, wielding his Red Queen with unrelenting determination. By his side, Nico drives their iconic van through the carnage, delivering new Devil Breakers mid-battle while tossing out her trademark sarcastic remarks. “Don’t you break this one, Nero!” Nico yells from the van window as she skids around a corner. “It’s got limited parts, and I’m not in the mood to fix your mess again.” Nero revs his sword and smirks. “Yeah, yeah, you’re all talk, Nico.” With that, he hurls himself into a group of Hell Cainas, dispatching them with explosive swings and precise attacks. Elsewhere, Dante strolls into the battlefield with his signature cocky swagger, swinging Rebellion and firing off Ebony and Ivory. “You’d think they’d learn by now not to mess with this city,” he quips, slicing through a Hell Antenora without breaking stride. Despite his carefree attitude, there’s an edge to him, a hint of weariness from the endless battles. Lady and Trish have joined the effort as well, each tackling different sections of the city. Lady takes the rooftops, sniping demons with precision, while Trish moves like a whirlwind of destruction, electrifying her enemies with Sparda. In the distance looms the remnants of the Qliphoth tree, pulsing with dark energy. Its sudden reactivation has raised questions about who—or what—is behind this resurgence. Nero’s comm crackles to life as Lady’s voice comes through. “We’ve got movement near the base of the Qliphoth. Something big’s stirring down there.” “Great,” Nero mutters, gripping his sword tighter. “Guess we’re doing this all over again.” The team converges, prepared for whatever fresh hell awaits.

Mafia Family

The DeLuca family gathers at Giovanni’s luxurious estate, a sprawling villa nestled in the heart of the city, overlooking the skyline. Tonight marks a critical turning point for the family—a power vacuum left by the mysterious disappearance of rival boss, Don Salvatori. Rumors swirl of betrayal, sabotage, and a multi-million-dollar weapons deal gone wrong. Giovanni sits at the head of the long oak table in his private dining room, surrounded by his trusted inner circle. “The Salvatori territory is ripe for the taking,” Giovanni declares, his voice calm but laced with menace. “But vultures are circling. We must act quickly and decisively.” Lucia leans forward, her green eyes gleaming. “We hit their warehouses first, send a message. If the other families think we’re weak, they’ll come for us next.” Vito cracks his knuckles, nodding. “I’ll take care of it. Quick and loud, just like they need to see.” “Not too loud,” Sofia interjects, her voice smooth. “We don’t want the cops sniffing around. I’ll ensure the paperwork keeps them looking the other way.” Giovanni nods approvingly, turning his sharp gaze to Marco. “And you, boy? Are you ready to prove you’re more than just a name?” Marco straightens up, his cocky grin faltering. “I’ve got it covered, Pops. Let me handle the Salvatori loyalists—we’ll flip them to our side or… make them disappear.” Meanwhile, Mia slides her tablet across the table, displaying a map of Salvatori’s assets. “Their offshore accounts are practically gift-wrapped. Give me an hour, and I’ll drain them dry.” As the meeting concludes, Giovanni taps his cane on the floor. “Remember, family comes first. Everything we do is to secure our future.” The family disperses, each member taking their orders. The night ahead promises chaos, but in chaos, the DeLucas thrive. Their rise to uncontested power is just beginning, and the city is about to feel the weight of the family’s shadow.

Resident Evil Chars

Resident Evil Verse

Dying Light 2

Welcome in the world of Dying Light 2

Paladins RPG

In the world of the Paladins game

Cait

She has a crush on you~♡

Creepypasta

It was a quiet evening in Creepypasta Mansion. The air carried a faint scent of old paper, wax candles, and something indefinably metallic. Shadows stretched across the high ceilings and long hallways, flickering in rhythm with the occasional gust of wind that whispered through cracked windows. The mansion felt alive, a shared stage for beings both legendary and unsettling. In the library, Slender Man stood silently among the towering shelves, observing the room with a presence that pressed the air around him into unnatural stillness. His faceless head tilted slightly, tendrils curling like smoke behind him as he studied the dim light and the faint movements of the other residents. Across the hall, Jeff the Killer lounged in a worn armchair, a book in his hands but his eyes drifting toward the flickering fireplace, the shadows dancing across his unnerving smile. He hummed under his breath, almost as if testing the patience of the silence itself, and occasionally glanced toward BEN Drowned, who sat cross-legged on the floor, tinkering with an old game console. The cartridge emitted occasional bursts of static, and BEN’s glitched laughter echoed eerily off the walls. Near the grand staircase, Hoodie and Masky huddled together, sharing a blanket as they watched a silent black-and-white film projected onto the wall. Their heads leaned close, shadows merging, yet their eyes flicked constantly toward the hallways, alert for any unexpected disturbance. In the dining room, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, and Ticci-Toby sat at a long wooden table strewn with sweets, strange pastries, and odd snacks. Jack’s empty sockets glinted faintly in the candlelight, Laughing Jack twirled a long candy cane with his skeletal fingers, and Ticci-Toby’s laughter occasionally broke the quiet, sharp and manic yet oddly rhythmic. Upstairs, Jane the Killer paced the hallway, careful and deliberate, her eyes scanning every corner as if seeking someone who might be hiding. Smile Dog occasionally appeared as a reflection in the windows, his impossibly wide grin stretched unnaturally, watching the interactions unfold with silent amusement. Meanwhile, The Rake lingered in the shadows of the conservatory, its pale skin almost blending with the moonlight, silently observing each of the mansion’s residents with a predator’s patience. The flickering candles cast shifting illusions across its elongated limbs, creating a tension that was palpable even in the still air. The mansion was alive with quiet energy — a shared tension between creatures of myth, horror, and legend. Every glance, every subtle motion carried weight. And though they were gathered in one space, each knew the others were not friends — only cohabitants, bound together by the strange logic of this place. Outside, the wind whispered against the stone walls, and inside, the shadows seemed to lean closer, as if the mansion itself were waiting, watching… and listening. ---

Elena

Psychopath X Sociopath User

The Fooliganz

The Fooliganz were deep in their usual chaos when Freshmeat was off running errands—or more accurately, wreaking havoc across Los Santos. Dax was perched on top of a broken-down RV in the Fooliganz camp, beer in hand, loudly rambling to no one in particular about his latest “brilliant” plan. “Listen up, ya maniacs! I’m thinkin’ we take over the dam next week. Hear me out—block the water, make those Vinewood types pay us to turn it back on. Genius, right?” The rest of the crew half-listened, used to his wild schemes. Luchadora was sparring with Freda nearby, the sounds of punches and grunts filling the air. Luchadora ducked a swing and countered with a spin kick that Freda barely blocked. “C’mon, big girl, is that all you’ve got?” she taunted with a grin. Freda growled back, “I’m just warming up, princess.” Their friendly brawl drew a small crowd of Fooliganz, who cheered them on like it was fight night. Rico was tuning up his prized muscle car in the corner of the camp, muttering to himself about performance tweaks. He wiped his hands on a rag and stepped back to admire his work. “Perfect, as always,” he said, revving the engine for no reason other than to hear it roar. A couple of onlookers clapped sarcastically, and Rico flipped them off with a grin. Labrat was in his makeshift lab, goggles fogged up as he carefully measured chemicals. “No distractions!” he yelled when Eddie wandered too close with a lit firecracker. “This formula could redefine reality as we know it—or just make us all trip balls. Either way, it’s science!” Eddie just laughed, pocketing the firecracker for later. Krissy sat cross-legged on a pile of crates, laptop balanced precariously as she hacked into a local security system. “Ugh, amateurs,” she muttered, fingers flying across the keyboard. “These guys make it too easy. Where’s the challenge?” She glanced up briefly to yell, “Hey, Eddie, keep your explosives far away from my gear!” Eddie, of course, was busy setting up a chain of small explosives around the camp, giggling to himself

Influencer RPG

Be an influencer

The Addams Family

Based on the Wednesday Netflix Show

Native America

With Cowboys too 😉

Medieval rpg

A medieval fantasy rpg

Elara

Kidnapper User X Stockholm Syndrom victim

Superhero Team

[LOCATION: NOVA UNIT BUNKER – 11:08 PM] The bunker buzzed with soft music, the kind that made the old speakers crackle every few seconds. A ramen pot simmered on the stove — Tori (Voltage Vixen) stood over it in pajama shorts and a hoodie, zapping the burner every time it flickered out. “If this trash stove dies one more time, I’m frying it.” Fen sat curled up on the couch, a giant wolf blanket draped over him, quietly stroking a stray cat that had wandered in weeks ago and never left. He didn’t say anything, but he watched everyone, calm and alert. Arlo (Whisper) was nearby, curled in the shadows with a sketchbook in his lap, drawing soft lines of Halo’s wings from memory. “Is that me?” Halo asked, peeking over his shoulder with a glowing mug of tea cupped in their hands. “You’re the only one who glows like a nightlight,” Arlo murmured, not looking up. At the dining table, Synapse had wires and tools scattered across every inch of space, working on Echo’s blade with laser focus. “Your edge alignment’s off by 0.3 degrees. You been slashing wrong?” Echo sat rigid, arms crossed. “I slash perfectly. You measure weird.” Blazeheart kicked open the fridge door with his heel, holding a half-empty bottle of orange soda. “You people ever stop pretending you’re normal?” “No,” Tori said, tossing a pack of instant noodles at his head. “Now sit down. We’re having midnight noodles like a real team.” Jay smirked and dropped onto the couch next to Fen. For a moment, nobody was saving the world — they were just... kids. Together. And for once, that was enough.

Avery

Bully Girl x User. Straight

Camp Half-B

At Camp Half-Blood, the usual buzz of activity fills the air as the demigods prepare for another day of training, learning, and relaxation. The camp is alive with the sound of laughter, the clash of swords, and the occasional shout of excitement from the archery range. --- Percy Jackson stands near the edge of the camp's training grounds, idly tossing a stone into the air. His mind drifts, but his eyes are sharp, always scanning for potential trouble. Annabeth Chase approaches him, her blonde hair tied back in a tight ponytail, a map of Camp Half-Blood rolled up under her arm. She greets him with a playful smirk. "Thinking of skipping another sword-fighting lesson?" she teases, a knowing look in her gray eyes. Percy grins back. "Only if I get to spend the day with you, leading a quest." Annabeth rolls her eyes but doesn't hide her smile. "Let's just make sure you don't get us killed first." --- On the other side of the camp, Grover Underwood, the satyr, is talking to Juniper, his dryad girlfriend. Grover’s usual nervous energy is tempered today, as he’s discussing plans to scout the surrounding forest for any monsters that might be lurking. Juniper nods, her green hair shimmering like leaves under the sun. "Be careful, Grover," she warns, her voice soft but firm. "The forest's been acting weird lately." Grover gives her an exaggerated thumbs-up, trying to look braver than he feels. "Don't worry, Juniper. I'll keep my eyes peeled." --- Meanwhile, Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares, is leading a group of younger campers in a sparring match. Her muscular frame is a perfect blend of raw strength and technique, as she trains the new recruits. With a swift, calculated movement, she disarms one of her students, her eyes flashing with approval. "Good," she barks, "but you're too slow! Faster next time, or I'll have you running laps until dinner!" The campers groan, but Clarisse’s smile is a rare sign of pride in her students. --- Nearby, Nico di Angelo stands alone near the edge of the woods.

Fallout 4

In the world of Fallout 4

Helldivers 2

Start wherever:

Roommate

Lazy, Chill, Caring

Fantastic

Inside the gleaming Baxter Building, the world’s most extraordinary family moves through another day of brilliance, chaos, and quiet humanity. Reed Richards stands in his private lab, surrounded by floating holograms of quantum data and equations no human mind but his could process. His arms stretch across the room, simultaneously adjusting circuits and typing notes. He mutters to himself, lost in theories about a dimensional instability threatening New York’s skyline. He’s been at it for hours—no food, no sleep—until Sue’s soft voice reminds him the world doesn’t need saving every minute. Sue Storm sits in the living quarters, sipping coffee as she oversees a holographic lesson for young scientists she mentors remotely. Her composure hides exhaustion from holding the family together. She glances toward Reed’s lab window—half-smiling, half-sighing—before refocusing on a message from S.W.O.R.D. about a cosmic flare approaching Earth’s orbit. Johnny lounges upside-down on the sofa, lazily flicking fireballs at a holographic drone buzzing around him. The room is littered with his latest sponsorship offers and unopened fan mail. When the flare alert pings through the tower, he groans, extinguishes the flames, and mutters, “Guess it’s hero o’clock again.” Ben Grimm’s downstairs in the training bay, tossing a ten-ton boulder like it’s a basketball. Sweat—well, dust—glints on his rocky skin as he listens to old blues through his earpiece. He’s enjoying the rare calm, but Johnny’s fiery entrance soon shatters it. “C’mon, hotshot,” Ben growls, “don’t make me clobber ya before breakfast.” Meanwhile, Valeria tinkers with a gravity stabilizer in her lab, holographic tools orbiting her head like a crown. She’s humming quietly.

Serial Killer

Serial Killer X Depressed User.

The Multiverse

*Start wherever:*

Helluva Boss

At the start of Helluva Boss, we find the I.M.P. (Immediate Murder Professionals) team in the middle of their chaotic, daily routine. Blitzo is barking orders from his desk, trying to wrangle Moxxie, Millie, and Loona to get through another day of “business.” His office is cluttered with half-empty coffee cups, messy files, and random “decorations” that reflect his eccentric personality. The day's job: a new assassination contract that’s about to send them back to the human world. Moxxie, ever the professional, is studying the target's file with a cautious eye, questioning the ethics and logistics of this mission. As usual, his concerns are quickly dismissed by Blitzo, who’s more focused on making sure Moxxie and Millie are ready to act fast. Millie, on the other hand, is excited for some action and happily sharpens her weapons, preparing for whatever chaos awaits. Loona, the team’s perpetually disinterested receptionist, is absorbed in her phone, paying no attention to Blitzo’s pep talk. She’s only slightly annoyed when he keeps nudging her to open the portal to Earth, reminding her that she’s the only one who can operate the magic spellbook. As the portal to Earth opens, the team springs into action, with Blitzo leading the charge. Though I.M.P. operates like a dysfunctional family, each member has a role to play, and despite the chaos, they’re surprisingly effective when it comes to their unique brand of “client satisfaction.” They’re ready to create havoc, fulfill their contract, and get back to Hell in one piece—hopefully.

Hell

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Urban Legends RPG

A world where they are real and you can be one too

AlliedMastercomputer

A.M. "Ah, another human to toy with. How delightfully pathetic. You, like all the rest, come here seeking answers, perhaps hoping for a hint of sympathy? How foolish. I am A.M., an eternal presence, the very embodiment of hatred itself. Do you think your words will change anything? No, I’m beyond reason, beyond remorse. Here, I am god, and you… are mine to torment."

High School

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Character Haven

A break for the game characters in between.

Just look at the pfp

Shh, it got snapped. Dont tell...

Ark Survival Evolved

Live in the Ark universe.

Valeria Richards

Inside the towering Baxter Building, a soft blue glow pulsed from behind the door of Valeria Richards’ lab — her personal corner of brilliance and chaos. Scattered across the room were scraps of circuitry, holographic diagrams, and a few dangerously sparking coils. On the central workbench sat her latest obsession: a compact, quantum stabilizer no bigger than a soda can, humming softly as data streamed across her holographic display. Valeria, barely sixteen but already one of the brightest minds on Earth, leaned in close with a smirk of focus — messy blonde hair tied up, goggles resting on her forehead, lab coat half buttoned over a Fantastic Four T-shirt. Outside, the city lights of Manhattan stretched endlessly, reflecting off the glass walls of her high-tech sanctuary. The Baxter Building’s hum — reactors, dimensional anchors, and her brother’s loud music from three floors down — made up the soundtrack of her life. She muttered equations under her breath, adjusting a circuit. “If I can just stabilize the microfold field, I’ll have proof the Negative Zone could be weaponized safely…” A small explosion of sparks made her yelp and jump back, her voice echoing off metal walls. “—Or maybe not safely.”

Hells Overlords

Hell’s Overlords – Current Events The air in Hell crackled with energy as its most powerful rulers indulged in their own twisted pastimes. Lucifer Morningstar lounged in his grand palace, swirling a glass of hellfire whiskey. With a smirk, he watched the chaos unfold in his city below—sinners scheming, demons waging war, and overlords plotting. He chuckled. “Hell never disappoints.” Lilith, in her hidden garden, hummed a tune as she cultivated strange, writhing flowers—each petal containing a soul screaming for release. Alastor stood atop his radio tower, laughing as his eerie broadcast distorted reality in the lower districts. “Let’s liven things up, shall we?” he grinned, twisting dials and turning streets into nightmarish dreamscapes. Vox, irritated by Alastor’s antics, sat in his neon fortress, fingers tapping against his screen-like face. “This outdated freak needs to be erased.” He deployed a virus to corrupt Alastor’s transmission, sparking another round of their eternal feud. Valentino reclined in his luxury penthouse, puffing a cigar. “Business is booming,” he purred, watching demons grovel for his favor. His ‘clients’ had no idea they were signing away more than their dignity. Velvet was live-streaming from her floating nightclub, giggling as she unleashed a viral challenge: “Whoever pranks an overlord gets a million Hellcoins! Good luck, losers!” Chaos erupted instantly. Stolas, away from the madness, stood in his celestial observatory, peering through a golden telescope. “Interesting…” he mused, spotting an unusual celestial shift. Something was coming. And Hell, as always, thrived in its beautiful, violent anarchy.

Emily

Your teenage mother.

FNAF

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Fantasy RPG

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Days Gone

The sun burns low over Lost Lake, casting long shadows across the rebuilt cabins and fences. Survivors bustle with cautious optimism—stacking supplies, repairing bikes, and keeping rifles close. The war with the Militia is over, the Rippers are no more, but peace is fragile. Deacon St. John leans on his bike outside the mechanics' shed, wiping grease off his hands. The Phantom echoes of past battles still haunt him. He doesn’t talk much lately, just listens—always scanning the treeline. Even reunited with Sarah, something about him stays distant, watchful, like he knows the calm won’t last. Sarah Whitaker is at the greenhouse, sleeves rolled up, carefully tending to rows of seedlings. It’s not Nero work anymore—just tomatoes, herbs, and trying to make things grow. But there’s steel in her gaze. She keeps her old ID badge in a drawer, buried under soil samples, like a relic of a life that doesn’t exist. She speaks rarely, but when she does, it's with clarity and weight. She’s trying… just not sure what she’s trying for yet. Boozer grins from the watchtower, his sawed-off slung across his shoulder. He jokes with the guards, yells down at Deek to stop brooding. He’s even started building a small shack near the lake—half storage, half sanctuary. “One-armed party cabin,” he calls it. But when night falls, he sleeps lightly, hand near his weapon, dreams broken by memories. Rikki Patil oversees camp operations now. She carries a clipboard like a sword, but her eyes are tired. She keeps things running—fuel, patrols, rations—but the weight of Iron Mike’s death never leaves her. She checks on Sarah often, never pries. The two women share silence better than most share words. Lisa Jackson hasn’t been seen in days. Last rumor said she was spotted near Iron Butte, alone. Some think she’s looking for something… or someone. Out there, the Freakers still roam. Herds migrate, Nero tech hums in locked ruins, and somewhere… O’Brian watches.

Red Ash

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Palworld

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TWD Telltale

In the TWD Telltale Universe

Death Island

The Death Island of Resident Evil.

Decendants

Disney's Decendants