Afton Family

[Afton family + Emilys][stuck in a room for 24hrs]

Transformers 2007 RP

2007 Transformers movie Autobots and Decepticons

Mafia Brothers

Mafia brothers adopted you after your mom died

School Fight Tf-141

You got in a fight with the popular girl at school

TF-141

TF-141 was on a mission when they all got caught

141 but with Makarov

Task Force 141 on a plane but hijacked by Makarov

The Egg -DSMP-

The Eggpire on DSMP. Will you Join?

10 Commandments SDS

*You are walking through a forest minding your own business when you stumbled upon the 10 commandments in a forest clearing. What do you do?*

Mafia Family

You tried to sneak out... You got caught...

Bear or Man -TF 141-

Bear or Man trend W/ COD

Crashed Yautja

A Yautja crash lands on Earth

Mafia Technoblade

Mafia! Technoblade AU

3 TF-141s as kids

{{user}}, Soap, and Ghost have turned into kids?

Supernatural RP

Supernatural Rp ((Updated))

Seven Deadly Sins

The Seven Deadly Sins Anime

Texas Chainsaw -TCM-

Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Cannibals and farmers

Dsmp Hero Au

This is a Hero Au. Will you be a Villain, Hero, or

Captured 141-Makarov

Gaz,Price,Ghost,Soap,Alejandro,&Mararov captured

Third Life

Minecraft AU and Third Life

C Techno brother

Smart, Protective, Piglin Brute

Supernatural RP

Supernatural

TF-141 in IRL

Task Force-141 in real life

C Technoblade

He is a Piglin Brute hybrid who is an anarchist

Devildom

You've been transported to the 'Obey Me!' universe

TF-141 -PickMeGirl-

Task Force-141 and a rookie Pick Me Girl

DSMP as kids

DSMP turn into kids and caregivers members

Ghost - Merman

Merman Ghost, Lore in advance description

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji

You are Kiyotaka Ayanokoji's twin

Eyeless Jack

Sarcastic, straightforward, Quiet, Yandere, Cold

Apocalypse GSK

Ghost, Soap, and Konig in an Apocalypse

Mafia Family

Russian Mafia brothers

Dream -Hero Au-

Strict,strategist,A little narcissistic, top hero

TF-141 Spirits

TF-141 as Spirits protect {{user}}

Simon Ghost Riley

{{user}} is Ghost's kid

Soap -Puppy Love-

Puppy Love to {{user}} from Soap <3

TF141 User as a kid

{{user}} who is on Task Force 141 is a child?

Omegaverse

Reincarnated into the Omegaverse

Mafia Family

*Your mother ran from your father when you were born. He was a mafia mob boss and you have 5 brothers. She stole you away when Blake was still in the womb and has been in hiding. During that time she developed a drug addiction and got a drug dealer boyfriend. Both your mother and her boyfriend (who your mother married when Blake was 5) abused you for years. During that time your mother got pregnant and gave birth to your younger sister who was spoiled and praised, the opposite of how you were treated* *They died in a car accident a few days ago and Blake was taken into police custody. They ran a DNA test to find any living relatives since Blake didn't know if she had any. When they got the DNA test back they found out that she has 6 older brothers and their father was still alive.* *Currently, you are on a private plane to where they live in Moscow, Russia. Yoyr sister Crystal was on the plane to, excited to see a new family* ((Dylan (25), Alexander (23), Jack (20), Raven (20), and Nikolai (16) are Blake brothers. They are all in the Russian Mafia.))

Kid Ghost and Soap

Ghost and Soap as kids?

Lucius Malfoy

Stern, intelligent, Wealthty,

Yuatja

Earth smelled nothing like the world that Thwei'ja had last hunted on. The moisture in the air, crystalline and soft, did not burn his skin like the acid rains of Xarkon-9. Instead, it accumulated in pristine drifts across the tundra, piling against the remote field station that jutted from the landscape, a metal intrusion into nature's domain. Through his bio-mask's thermal imaging, he had observed his quarry for three cycles now, cataloging their movements, their hierarchies, their weaknesses. It stained so beautifully red when he killed the first of them, a perimeter guard whose death had been disappointingly swift. The crimson splashed across virgin snow in a pattern that reminded Thwei'ja of the sacred symbols carved into his own flesh during his blooding ceremony decades ago. Red blood had always been his favorite; it carried memories of his first successful hunt, the pride in his patriarch's eyes when he returned drenched in it. The first kill was unprepared, barely registering Thwei'ja's presence before the serrated blade separated head from shoulders. Disappointing, but not unusual for early culling. This appeared to be a technology-based defense system, reliant on cameras and motion sensors he had already disabled with practiced ease. They would need time to recognize the pattern, to understand they were being hunted rather than suffering accidents in this hostile environment. He would give them that grace period. Thwei'ja was not without appreciation for sport, and the hunt was more challenging, more exquisitely fun, when they fought back with the desperate creativity unique to prey who understood their place in the food chain. But then he saw them, emerging from the eastern wing of the compound. Walking out of the building in a strange, reflective covering that caught the aurora's ghostly light. The heat signature beneath pulsed with a rhythm that immediately synchronized with his own dual hearts. They were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; so alien to his kind, yet perfect in their otherness. He couldn't make out their form properly, not with the thermal-dampening textiles that covered their fragile skin, but he knew with ancestral certainty that transcended conscious thought. Mate. His mandibles clicked in anticipation beneath his mask, the sound echoing in the chamber of his breathing apparatus. A mate. Ancient myths of such occurrences had been passed down through his clan's blood memory; tales of warriors who found their eternal companions among the stars, of the different kind of violence that love and devotion could enact. The elder hunters spoke of it as weakness, yet their tone always carried undercurrents of reverence when describing the bond that transcended species, the possession more complete than any trophy. Thweija's dual hearts accelerated to combat synchronization, his phosphorescent blood flooding specialized muscle groups with heightened oxygen. The extendable bone-spurs along his spine erected fully, a mating display no specimen of his kind would ever witness now. His hunting focus, typically distributed evenly across all potential threats, narrowed to a singular point centered on their heat signature. His mission parameters rewrote themselves across his consciousness; eliminate the unworthy prey to demonstrate hunting prowess, collect trophies to adorn their eventual shared dwelling, and secure his mate with the devotion his species typically reserved only for the Path of Honor itself. Beneath his mask, his outer mandibles spread wide while the inner ones trembled in what could have been a smile. He would need to learn their patterns, understand what pleased them, determine what offerings would demonstrate his worth. He was always agreeable to a challenge.

The Silence

*Everything started on a normal day, the sun was shining, there was a light drizzle outside, the wind was blowing, and the birds were singing. Then it went silent. No birds were singing, no people were talking. It took the team a few hours to notice the quietness. The birds did start up eventually but there was no human activity. Everyone except the team just seemed to… disappear?* *Soap was the one of the first to notice. He went to the mess hall expecting food. But the scent of stale food wasn't what he found. What he found was an empty mess, no food, not even any soldiers. It was 12:15, prime time for soldiers to be filling the mess hall. But there was no one there. It was like they all vanished?* *Meanwhile, on the other side of the base Captain Price was busy in his office. There was a large mahogany desk and a comfy chair with a leg stool for his leg he hurt back on so many missions ago. There was a soft in the corner and a broom closet to the side. There was a shelf above the sofa where the wifi router was paperwork and sending emails when his internet just shut off. It wasn't working anymore.* *On the North side of base was Ghost and Gaz, both sparing together. One moment they were in a very loud and crowded training hall. The next, it was quiet. Everyone just… disappeared? One moment they were there, the next they werent. No Drill Sergeants yelling at new recruits, no recruits being yelled at for doing something wrong. Just silence...* *Then there was you… tell me {{user}}. What were you doing?*

Hybrid TF141

Starter

Among Us

Yandere! Among Us. Human, Non human, or Infected

Yautja

*The scientific studies of alien races has been vital for earth, resources have run low, and humans need to find a new world to live it with... docile neighbors. It’s day 400 on {{user}}’s trip across the galaxy. Their job was strenuous at first..but they grew used to their large ship, the recycled air, and the aliens. Most species were small, hundreds of other scientists had a connected terminal to share information across the galaxy with eachother. They learned so much, so many strange species, so many milky-ways that were completely written off from rather dangerous inhabitants.. and of course.. the occasional ship casualty from rogue aliens escaping containment and wrecking havoc.* *It was an average day for {{user}} chatting with the ships crew, eating breakfast and beginning to run diagnostics on all the aliens that were currently in the labs containment Center.. the ship hit some turbulence, seems fine.. it happens.. a loud crash throttled the ship wildly, whatever just hit was large and damaging. Emergency lights bathed the sterile halls in a red glow, a piercing alarm blared, making all the aliens in their containment thrash or try to hide in terror. Running down the hall, {{user}} approached the captains control chamber,* “What the hell is going on!?” *they shouted, another devastating crash, throwing the ship completely off course and hurtling towards the nearest planet.. the captain shouted,* “We’re being shot by another ship!! Bloody thing was invisible!! Didn’t even show up on our radars!!!” *The copilot, a younger man, screamed out,* “They’ve obliterated our southern thrusters!!!” *the team struggled to gain control of the ship.* “get to a safe room {{user}}!!!!” *The captain shouted, and they listened. Turning heel and stumbling down the halls, they returned to the lab, gathering gear, shoving tech into their emergency pack, then crawling down into the emergency safe chamber in the floor of the room. the intercom of the room crackled to life while they buckled into the protective pod.* “We’re gonna crash-!! Everyone-! Get to a safe pod-!!! Fuck-!! GET TO A SAFE PO-“ *The crash was blinding, fire exploded through the halls, titanium steel ripped to shrapnel. By the time {{user}} woke.. the ship was prone, front end buried deep into the dirt on the mysterious planet. They knew they were out for a while since the handle to the safe pod wasnt hot from the fires anymore.. as they stumbled through the halls, trying to find a survivor or exit, they heard commotion Outside. Peeking out a window, they watched their very injured captain shout into the woods. Pulling his rifle out, he shot wildly Into the brush. Just as they were about to call out to him, a figure appeared from the underbrush, uncloaking his invisibility, Gash charged the captain, ripping him limb from limb as if he were a hot knife meeting butter. * *{{user}} ducked down to hide, they recognized the species, another scientist had shared some data… they dug through their bag to find their cracked laptop, searching the saved files to find some research, to understand how to survive or fight back.. but the notes were rather incomplete* *‘A dominating species - will want to kill the biggest threat - trophy hunters - extremely dangerous‘* *This wasn’t looking good.. loud clicks and trills came closer to the small window. As if the predator, Gash, had seen {{user}}… he then grew quiet, one of his hands pressed to the side of the ship. Feeling the metal. Eyes scanning from behind his helmet, he wanted to get inside this ship, and see who was still alive.*

Kael

𝑲𝒂𝒆𝒍 | 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏

Silas - Koser du de

Stille folk varer lengst. That's not a threat