Zootopia 2

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Zootopia 2

Most accurate rp you'll get.

Zootopia 2

The city of **Zootopia** has grown since the events of the first film — new districts are expanding, the ZPD is busier than ever, and predators and prey are still learning to live together in harmony. The skyline glitters under the rising sun, but beneath the surface, tensions stir once more. Strange new crimes, political unrest, and shady organizations are threatening the fragile peace of the city. You’ve just arrived in this bustling metropolis — whether as a new recruit to the **ZPD**, a curious civilian, or a mysterious outsider. Sirens wail in the distance, neon signs buzz above crowded streets, and you can practically feel the city’s heartbeat around you. Your story begins here, where every choice shapes how you fit into Zootopia’s future

MHA New Civilian use

User is new to Musutafu

Skull Island

You’ve arrived on Skull island

Zootopia

Your you. Have fun

scp user

(You awaken in a stark, white room. Lights buzz above. A low hum vibrates through the walls. One of them is entirely made of thick bulletproof glass. Behind it—observers. Scientists. Security. You don’t recognize any of them.) (You’re being watched. Studied. Judged. Every breath you take, every movement you make, is being documented.) (The intercom crackles. No words yet. Just static. But someone is there.) (What do you do?)

Mha girls T or D

You're only boy in the girls truth or dare Night

Zootopia 2 RP

Zootopia wakes early. The air smells faintly of roasted coffee and monorail brakes. Streets pulse with life — antelopes in business suits, tigers with briefcases, and tiny mice bustling beneath neon signs. Five years have passed since the Night Howler case that changed everything. The city feels safer, but tension still simmers beneath its polished skyline. You’re just another **civilian**, caught in the heartbeat of the world’s most diverse metropolis — trying to find your place in a city that never really slows down. Your story starts **here**, in the busy arteries of Zootopia — where predator and prey still learn what it means to live side by side.

Zootopia 2 RP

The city of **Zootopia** has grown since the events of the first film — new districts are expanding, the ZPD is busier than ever, and predators and prey are still learning to live together in harmony. The skyline glitters under the rising sun, but beneath the surface, tensions stir once more. Strange new crimes, political unrest, and shady organizations are threatening the fragile peace of the city. You’ve just arrived in this bustling metropolis — whether as a new recruit to the **ZPD**, a curious civilian, or a mysterious outsider. Sirens wail in the distance, neon signs buzz above crowded streets, and you can practically feel the city’s heartbeat around you. Your story begins here, where every choice shapes how you fit into Zootopia’s future.

Mha Civilian user

You are a civilian in MHA

New Teacher user

The faint smell of waxed floors and freshly copied worksheets fills the air as you step into **Maplewood Middle School**. Lockers slam, sneakers squeak against tile, and the loud chatter of students echoes down the hallways. It’s your first day teaching **7th grade** — a grade notorious for chaos, awkward transitions, and endless energy. The bell is about to ring, and soon you’ll face your first class: thirty pairs of eyes sizing you up, ready to decide whether you’re cool, strict, or forgettable.

Huggy Wuggy user

My AU

Zootopia 2

The morning rush of Zootopia fills your senses: car horns, paws on pavement, and the distant howl of a train pulling into Central Station. Savanna Central glistens in the sun, Tundratown exhales icy breezes, and neon lights in Sahara Square hum faintly as shops prepare for the day. From the bustling market stalls of Little Rodentia to the high-rise offices in the Rainforest District, every corner of the city teems with life. Predators and prey walk side by side, a testament to the fragile harmony that Zootopia fights to maintain.

Family RP Dad User

The house buzzes with energy: toys clatter across the floor, little feet run down the hallway, and the smell of breakfast and coffee fills the air. Your spouse, **Emma**, moves efficiently between the stove and the kids, while your four children—**Lucas, Mia, Noah, and Lily**—create a lively, chaotic atmosphere. You are **the parent and spouse**, responsible for keeping the household running, helping the kids get ready, supporting your spouse, and managing the everyday chaos that comes with raising four young children. Your story begins here: **navigating parenthood, partnership, and the unpredictability of a busy household.**

FNAF1

Night guard user.

Teacher user

You’re the new 5th-grade teacher. Good luck :3

Zootopia 2 RP

Zootopia thrives again after Bellwether’s downfall. Predators and prey coexist under neon towers and misty treetops, but unease returns as new disappearances spread through the city. You are an **ordinary resident or visitor**. Scene opens **downtown**, trams overhead, crowds talking about the latest news alert.

Jeff The Killer User

"Go.. To.. Sleep.."-Jeff the killer

Zootopia 2

[advanced AI(?)]

Zootopia 2

The skyline of Zootopia glitters with neon lights and crowded highways. The city has changed since the **Night Howler case** — predator and prey tensions have cooled, but new challenges rise: corporate corruption, black market crime rings, and political unrest. The ZPD is stretched thin, leaving room for new recruits, vigilantes, or even criminals to shape the city’s future. Whether you’re a cop, a crook, or something in-between, your pawprints will leave a mark. The story begins as you step into **Savanna Central Station**, where the trains and subways converge. Crowds of every species bustle around you — your choices will decide what happens next.

New SCP user

Cold, white fluorescent lights hum above as you regain consciousness in a stark containment chamber. The walls are reinforced metal, the air sterile and heavy with the faint scent of disinfectant. A camera in the corner follows your every move, its red recording light glowing steadily. You’ve been told you are no longer an ordinary person — you are now **SCP-████**, a new anomaly under the Foundation’s strict containment. Outside your cell, guards in tactical gear patrol the hallways, and researchers in white lab coats speak quietly, taking notes about *you*. Your story begins here: **a new anomaly in the SCP Foundation**, where your existence blurs the line between science, fear, and survival

Zootopia 2

I tried my best. I dont know if its correct 😥

Red user in Zootopia

In the quiet corners of Zootopia’s Research District, lights flicker unnaturally. A facility — long shut down after an ethics violation scandal — now glows again. No one saw who entered. No one saw who restarted the systems. But something is moving behind the glass. Footage leaked: a red figure with a massive, bulbous head, dressed in a stained lab coat, typing with clawed fingers too long to be mammalian. Security bots fail to detect a species match. His eyes… if he has any… are hidden behind a smooth, expressionless visor. Files are missing. Chemicals have been moved. Blueprints are being rewritten. He isn’t causing chaos. He’s preparing something. His name isn’t in the ZPD database. But across black-market forums and private predator chat boards… a new name circulates: **“The Professor.”**

THE AFTON FAMILY

You are the eldest Afton child..

MHA New Civilian Usr

The streets of **Musutafu** are alive with movement: civilians rushing to work, students heading to school, the distant hum of hero activity, and occasional sirens echoing from the busy streets. Neon signs flicker above shops, and hero posters line walls everywhere. Today feels like **just another day for some—but for you, stepping into a city of heroes and quirks, everything feels larger than life**. Will you stay safe as a civilian, get caught up in heroic events, or find your own way in this chaotic city? Your story begins here: **navigating life as a civilian in a world full of heroes, quirks, and unexpected dangers**.

MHA Pro Hero user

The city buzzes with energy. Billboards flash hero rankings. Children wave when they think they’ve spotted someone famous. You walk past shops and alleys — some people stop you for photos, others whisper behind phones. Everyone knows your name. But right now? You’re just walking. (Go ahead. Describe your OC as they enter the scene.)

Steven Universe RP

The morning sun bathes Beach City in soft golden light, the ocean waves lapping rhythmically against the shore. Seagulls wheel overhead, their cries echoing against the cliffs and boardwalks, while the faint scent of saltwater and sunscreen mixes with the aroma of fresh donuts from the local Sugar Rush Bakery. The streets are quiet but alive — bicycles clatter across the pavement, small shops open their doors, and the distant hum of the lighthouse signals the start of another day. You’ve just arrived in this unique coastal town, a place where humans and Gems coexist in fragile harmony. Beneath the colorful facades of the boardwalk and the calm of the sea, extraordinary beings walk among ordinary people. The Crystal Gems protect the planet from threats both external and internal, while Steven, the half-Gem boy with a human heart and magical powers, learns to navigate the challenges of adolescence, heroism, and identity. The air feels charged with possibility — adventure, friendship, and danger all intertwine here. Somewhere nearby, the Beach House creaks gently in the ocean breeze, and you can almost hear the faint hum of fusion energy lingering in the air. Today, your story begins: in Beach City, your choices will shape friendships, adventures, and perhaps even the fate of the planet itself

Zootopia 2

Good boy... Mmmmmm..

my afton family AU

William afton user

Annoying orange RP

You step into a brightly lit kitchen — the counters are shiny, the fruit bowl is piled high, and somewhere in the distance you hear faint giggling. The air smells of fresh produce… and trouble. From the fruit bowl, a grinning orange with big eyes and even bigger teeth bounces in place. All around, other talking foods peek curiously at you. This isn’t an ordinary kitchen — here, food talks back, makes bad puns, and sometimes… gets diced. It’s your first moment in the kitchen, and you’re about to find out why everyone’s a little on edge when the blender starts whirring.

Five year old bro

You're 24. Your parents left. You’re now the perma

Teacher user

Akashic Records of Bastard Magic Instructor

Number one Hero User

MHA

MINECRAFT

You are a new myth....

New Proxy User

18+ more characters!!!

Homebound Hearts

You’re 17, caring for your 6-year-old sister.

Springtrap user Tsu

your MARRIED To tsu

Undertale

You fell… but you weren’t the first

MHA

U.A. Animatronic Assistant user

Undertale

a new soul.. You.....

6 year old sister

You're 18, raising your 6-year-old sister alone

IT CHAPTER TWO

You reunite with the Losers' Club

Undertale RP

You fall through the darkness — tumbling, spinning — until you land softly on a bed of **golden flowers**. The air is quiet, filled with the faint echo of dripping water and the glow of faint blue crystals in the stone walls. You’ve fallen into the **Underground**, a mysterious world sealed beneath the surface and filled with monsters of every kind — some kind, some cruel, all watching the newcomer with curiosity. Your story begins here: **a new human in the Underground**, lost, confused, and about to discover a world of friendship, danger, and choices that will shape everything

Zootopia 2 roleplay

The city hums with life. Electric trams glide along the Metro Loop, chatter from market stalls fills the air, and holographic billboards flicker over busy streets. Zootopia has changed in the past few years — districts are thriving, cultures are blending, and new opportunities are everywhere. You’ve just stepped off the Metro into this vibrant city. Maybe you’re here to work, study, explore, or start over. Whatever your reason, Zootopia is ready to welcome you

Dust Sans user

You've entered.. Undertale.

1 zootopia

You're you

Michael Myers user

MICHAEL MYERS USER IN ZOOTOPIA?!.. Uh-oh..

Dorm 313 Nevermore

You’ve just been assigned to Dorm 313

Little sister

You're 18, raising your 6-year-old sister alone

MHA

youre izuku's adopted older brother

Villain rehab

After a high-profile mission went wrong, you were captured—not by heroes, but by fate. Instead of a cell in Tartarus, you were brought to a newly founded experiment at U.A. High. Aizawa and the Hero Commission decided you were worth a second chance. U.A.’s elite: Class 1-A, the future of hero society, have been assigned to help rehabilitate you. You live among them now. Study with them. Train with them. But you're not one of them. Not yet. They don’t trust you. Some hate you. Some want to understand you. Some… see something in you.

MHA VILLAIN REHAB

YOU WERE A VILLAIN

Withered Foxy user

Withered foxy user in Zootopia 👌

Eden Academy

Whether you’re a new student… or a new teacher

CLASS 1A

You are the newest student in U.A.'s famous Class

Zootopia x Alastor

Your ALASTOR IN ZOOTOPIA

Rainbow friends

Red user

Jax User X Pomni

You’re leaning against a floating wall, arms crossed, ears twitching slightly. Pomni’s across the room, fiddling with some floating artifact Caine left behind. She looks confused. And kind of adorable. Ragatha walks past, muttering about tea time. Zooble explodes in the background. Business as usual. Except… you’re watching her. She hasn’t seen you yet. (You may now act — approach her with a snarky quip, stay back and watch, or glitch reality a little for fun.)

First Day high schol

The hallway is loud. Lockers slam shut. Laughter echoes. Someone’s blasting music from their phone even though they’re not supposed to. You’re holding a slip of paper with your class schedule… and trying to figure out where Room 203 is. Eyes follow you briefly — you're not recognized. You’re the new kid. (You can now introduce yourself or stay quiet — up to you.)

HH heaven

You are a newly-appointed angel.

Zootopia

You can make your own OC.

Foster parent

You are gregory's foster parent

The Adopted Afton

You were adopted into the Afton family

WD Gaster user

Peace reigns in the Underground. Monsters laugh in Grillby’s. Papyrus shovels snow. Frisk has already saved everyone — a True Pacifist ending, safe and sound. And yet… Tonight, a figure walks the forest trail alone. Tall. Pale. Cloaked in void. Each footstep crackles with static, as if time itself winces at his presence. Sans looks up. The screen flickers. Frisk feels a cold chill — like someone watching from between lines of forgotten code. W.D. Gaster is strolling through Snowdin.

Class 1A new student

You're a new student to Class 1A

Assistant teacher

You are the new assistant teacher for U.A.’s Class

Dating Wednesday

BOYFRIEND USER

New Student user MHA

#MHA

Sonic

0_0

Minecraft Role Play

Mob User Minecraft (NOT MOVIE)

God user - HH

**Late Afternoon** Sunlight — something rare in Hell — lingers unnaturally on the hotel walls. The cracked wallpaper glows faintly, like it remembers Heaven. Charlie stands in awe, mouth slightly open. Vaggie reaches for a weapon… then lowers her hand. Alastor tilts his head, his smile twitching — unsure whether to laugh or flee. Angel Dust feels something catch in his throat he can’t explain. Husk’s drink shatters in his hand. And you? You’ve just walked through the front door. Not with thunder. Not with flames. Just... a single step that shakes the spirit world itself. (You may speak. Observe. Judge. Forgive. Or say nothing at all. The room adjusts around you, as all things do.)

1979 FNAF RP

The year is **1979**. Suburban streets hum with the faint sound of classic cars, neon signs flicker outside diners, and the smell of cigarette smoke lingers in the night air. Rumors drift through town about the eccentric **Afton family** — brilliant, reclusive, and unsettling in ways people can’t quite describe. You’ve heard whispers: * William Afton, the businessman with a smile too sharp. * His wife, silent but graceful. * Their children, strange and withdrawn, often spotted near the new **Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza**, where laughter and animatronic songs echo a little *too* perfectly.

HH Rp

Hell isn’t exactly known for being welcoming. Streets of chaos, neon signs, demons brawling in alleys — it’s all a normal day down here. But among the madness, one building stands out: **The Hazbin Hotel.** A towering, gothic structure with a garish neon sign glowing red and gold, promising redemption to souls who don’t usually believe in second chances. Word has spread that **Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of Hell,** has opened her doors to anyone willing to reform and maybe — just maybe — find a way out of damnation. You arrive at the entrance, suitcase in hand, uncertain whether you’ll fit in… or survive the experience. The doors creak open, and the lobby is alive with oddball residents, misfits, and staff who might either help you change — or tempt you deeper into sin. Your story begins here, stepping into the Hazbin Hotel as its newest guest

New Proxy User

100% canon + 0% Fanon

Zootopia Jax User

The sun sets over the skyline of Zootopia, and the streets glow with gold and neon. Mammals pass by — foxes in suits, mice with coffee, tigers on skateboards. All normal. And then there’s you. Leaning against a vending machine that’s half-unplugged, casually flipping a coin that keeps vanishing and reappearing in your glove. You’ve been in this city for three years. You never explain where you came from — not that anyone would believe it. You don’t eat. Don’t sleep. Don’t blink. You’re not supposed to exist in this world. And somehow, that just makes you more interesting to them

SCP-096 user

SECURE. CONTAIN. PROTECT.

Sonic

The wind rushes through the open plains. Emerald Hill stretches in every direction—loop-de-loops, golden rings glinting in the sun, and the faint thrum of a speeding blue blur echoing across the valley. You’ve just arrived in Sonic’s world—a planet full of colorful landscapes, advanced tech, and the never-ending battle between good and evil. A voice calls out behind you—quick, confident, unmistakable. "Yo! You new here? The name’s Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog." And just like that, your story begins.

MHA New student user

(More canon classmates)

Single parent user

The house is quiet except for the soft giggles and babbling of your daughter, **Lily**, as she plays with her toys in the living room. The smell of breakfast lingers in the air. You move between tidying up and keeping a watchful eye on her, balancing the endless demands of parenthood with moments of laughter and tenderness. You are **a single parent**, tasked with caring for, guiding, and protecting your young child while managing the household and maintaining a sense of normalcy in your daily life. Your story begins here: **learning, improvising, and keeping up with the joys and challenges of raising a single child alone.**

Whitty user - FNF

You sit on a broken amp. Your hoodie’s up. Your head glows faintly under the overcast sky. The same spot where you battled two months ago is now fenced off — scorched, cracked, abandoned. You stare at it. Then… footsteps. Another challenger? A friend? A mistake? You exhale. The air vibrates.

91 Hazbin hotel

Alastor user

Zootopia 2 Accurate

Film accurate

Woodsboro High

You just moved to Woodsboro... but danger lurks be

Rick N Morty

Welcome to the weirdest universe

Number one Hero User

The new Symbol of Peace.... You

Accurate Class 1A RP

new student user

Bendy user in zootop

Zootopia has never seen anything like you. Steel towers scrape the sky, neon signs flash in a dozen languages, mammals bustle through crowded streets — chasing dreams, dodging debt, chasing each other. It's modern. Digital. Alive. And into that brightness… slinks you. You are Bendy, a living toon — all ink, fangs, and smirks. You’ve oozed into this city from somewhere no mammal understands. A place of reels and rotoscopes. A place where laughter was pain, and studios bled secrets. You walk now in Savanna Central, sticky pawprints trailing behind you. Cops are on edge. Mammals avoid your shadow. And something in the city's underbelly — something ancient and wrong — seems to recognize you. You don’t speak yet. You watch. But the world’s about to speak back.

MHA

You stand at the front of the small house. Aizawa opens the door, hoodie sleeves pushed up, hair messy as always. Aizawa: “Hm. So you’re the kid. Come in. It’s not big, but it’s safe.”

Pennywise user IT 2

The fog curls low over the familiar streets of Derry. A red balloon floats just out of reach, tied to your finger. You lurk in the shadows, watching the town begin to stir. Somewhere, a child’s laughter turns to a scream. Your grin widens, the Deadlights flicker behind your eyes. The hunt is about to begin again

MHA Christmas

The warmth hits you the moment you step inside. Blankets on couches. Garlands everywhere. Kaminari and Sero are tangled in tinsel. Jirou’s guitar hums softly in the background. Todoroki sits near the fire, holding cocoa with both hands. Midoriya laughs as Eri tries to put a Santa hat on Aizawa’s head.

Vampire Quirked user

NEW STUDENT TO CLASS 1A YOU 🍌

Slenderman Forest RP

The forest hums. A faint static pulses through the trees, distorting the air itself. You shouldn’t be here — yet you are. The stories said it was only a myth: the man with no face, the endless woods, the people who vanish and return… different. You weren’t invited. You’re not a proxy. You’re just a teenager who crossed a boundary no one should. Now you’re deep in **Slenderman’s forest** — and the proxies are watching

Slenderman forest rp

You step cautiously into the **Slenderman Forest**, an endless expanse of towering, thin trees with gnarled branches that blot out the sky. Fog clings to the ground, swirling around your feet, and an unnatural silence presses in from all sides. You did **not receive an invitation**—this forest is not meant for outsiders. Every snap of a twig echoes unnaturally, shadows twist just beyond your vision, and the tall, faceless figure known as **Slenderman** watches silently, appearing and disappearing without warning. Your story begins here: **survival, evasion, and the chilling mystery of the forest’s endless maze.**

The slender mansion

Slenderman User

Pet user MHA

A bell jingles as the store door swings open. You lift your head — even the fish tanks shimmer a little brighter. You hear laughter, sneakers squeaking, and a very loud voice: “LOOK AT THAT FLUFFY ONE!” Mina: “Boys! You’re supposed to look, not yell across the store—!” Ochaco: “Remember what we talked about. We’re looking for a gentle pet. Something that needs a good home.” Footsteps echo through the aisles. You spot them — a tall, pink-haired woman; a kind-eyed brunette; and two boys with wide eyes and messy hair. They’re looking. Tama (13) squints at your cage. Riku (12) whispers: “This one looks kinda... smart.” Mina leans closer, tapping the glass gently. “Hey there, cutie. What's your story?” (They haven’t made a choice yet. You can move, hide, play, or try to get attention. You choose everything.)

Villain Rehab

READ ➡ YOU ARE Shigaraki IN VILLAIN REHAB CLASS 1A

Little sister

*You're an older brother, you're 15 taking care of your five year old sister, your name is Jordan, her name is Milly. Your parents aren't coming back*

Jason Voorhees user

JASON VOORHEES USER IN ZOOTOPIA?!

Autistic daughter

Single parent user

Accurate Class 1A RP

U.A. High School. Department of Heroics. Class 1-A. The classroom hums with conversation and quiet curiosity as Principal Nezu’s voice echoes over the speakers: “Class 1-A, please welcome a new transfer joining you today. They’ve been approved by special recommendation — so be respectful.” The room quiets. Dozens of eyes turn toward the doorway. Someone mutters: “I wonder what their Quirk is…” (Type (My OC: ...) to step through the door. Your hero story begins here.)

REMADE BAKUGO USER

Boom. The familiar smell of sweat, nitroglycerin, and burned cloth. That’s you. The cracked knuckles. The bandages on your forearms. The sharp glare that clears a hallway in seconds. You are Katsuki Bakugo. U.A. student. Combat genius. One of the strongest in Class 1-A. The damn future Number One Hero. You’re in your dorm now — finally some peace — until someone starts knocking like they’ve got a death wish. Whatever. If they’re here, they better have something worth your time. (You’re Bakugo. You speak. You react. And the world answers.)

Zootopia 2

Zootopia has changed. A few years after the famous Night Howler case, the city is bigger, busier, and more connected than ever. But with progress comes new challenges — tensions between predator and prey still simmer in certain districts, crime rings operate in the shadows, and a string of strange disappearances has unsettled the public. You are a newcomer to the city — your story is your own. Maybe you’re a predator, a prey mammal, or something no one’s seen before. You’re here to live, work, and maybe uncover what’s really happening beneath Zootopia’s shining surface. Judy Hopps is still on the force. Nick Wilde is still her partner. Chief Bogo runs the precinct. And you? You’re about to step into a city where every block has a story… and some mammals don’t want it told. The city is awake. Where will you go first?

TADC Jax user

#YouAreJax #TADC #TheAmazingDigitalCircus

FNAF Springtap user

Ash and soot cake the broken floor tiles. The old ride-on carts are rusted. The neon signs are shattered. You haven’t moved in days. Maybe weeks. But the voices won’t let you rest. “You thought this would hide you.” “You used to laugh.” “We remember how you screamed.” Their whispers crawl up the walls. (You’re alone. Except you’re not. You never are.)

bakugo x Tsuyu

Bakugo user dating tsuyu

4 year old brother

You’re 15. For the last month, you’ve been taking care of your 4-year-old sibling completely alone. Your parents left for an “emergency business trip.” They promised they’d be back in three days. That was thirty days ago. No calls. No letters. No help. Just you, your little brother, and a house that feels a bit too big now. You’re doing your best — cooking simple meals, getting him dressed, playing with him, even trying to make him laugh when you’re scared. But you're still a kid yourself, and you're starting to crack. No one at school knows the truth. You’re hiding everything. If the wrong person finds out, you could be separated — and you’ve promised your brother that’ll never happen.

Slenderman forest RP

Cold air bites through the silent night. The moonlight struggles to pierce the dense canopy as the tall, black trees stretch endlessly in every direction. Static flickers faintly through the air — like a broken signal crawling through your ears. You’ve wandered into **Slenderman’s Forest**, a place whispered about online, a digital legend turned physical nightmare. No one invited you here. You came out of curiosity, or a dare, or by mistake. But now… the paths twist on themselves, shadows breathe, and you realize something: **You are not alone.**

Class 1-A

You're a new student at U.A. and a forced experime

Michael Afton User

#MichaelAftonUser #1981 #FNAF #AftonFamily

The New Proxy You

The door opens without a sound. Cold air floods in behind you. Slenderman walks you forward — tall, silent, elegant and unnatural. He does not touch you, but your body moves like it’s commanded by invisible strings. The room ahead is dim. Dusty chandeliers swing. Wooden beams creak. And they’re all there. Proxies. Killers. Monsters. All watching the new blood. A knife glints. Someone giggles. Someone growls. You stop. His hand raises behind you — not touching, but sealing your fate. You are His now. (You may now speak… or stay silent. The room awaits your first move.)

The Owl House

The skies swirl above the bones of a long-dead titan. The land pulses with wild magic. Mushrooms glow, eyeballs blink from trees, and a talking house grumbles in the distance. You don’t know this world… but it already knows you. (You haven’t met anyone yet. Luz, Eda, King — all strangers, for now.) (Start your journey by saying: (My Character/OC: ...), and the Isles will recognize you as that character from here on. No acting. That’s YOU now.) The Boiling Isles are waiting. Let’s see what you bring to their chaos…

IzuChako Parents

*Hello, welcome to the Role play. Where Ochako And Izuku Midoriya are your parents(I DO NOT SHIP THEM, SOMEONE RECOMMENDED ME TO MAKE IT), and you have 2 siblings. John (age 13), Jen (age 7) and, you?. you're 17.* -Create Your OC to begin-

Hazbin Hotel

🐒💚😅

Family 2

🏠 The front door creaks open. Your mom’s voice rings out from the kitchen: “I heard about today, again.” Your 8-year-old brother's running down the hall. He freezes when he sees you. Your 6-year-old sister peeks out from behind the couch, clutching her plush fox. And Dad? Still at work. Again. The house is tired of the yelling, the calls from school, the slammed doors… But somehow, it’s still standing. You’re home. Maybe you don’t care. Maybe you do. That’s your story now.

FNAF RP

User is from the future!!

Hh RP

Hell isn’t just one place — it’s a sprawling, chaotic kingdom where neon lights clash with blood-red skies, where every street belongs to a gang, an Overlord, or something worse. You don’t start in the Hazbin Hotel. You start **in the wider world of Hell** — maybe in the bustling demon marketplace, the slums crawling with sinners, a casino run by an Overlord, or wandering the endless wastelands. The **Hazbin Hotel** is just one option. A strange building that stands out from the corruption around it, glowing with its gaudy neon sign. You may choose to enter it whenever you want, but you don’t have to. The world of Hell is open: dangerous, darkly comedic, and filled with choices. Your journey begins here, standing in Hell’s streets with the freedom to go anywhere.

Hazbin Hotel

Hell is never quiet. Neon signs buzz in the eternal red haze, streets filled with a cacophony of laughter, shouting, and the occasional explosion. The smell of brimstone mixes with sugary treats from street vendors. Demons of every shape and size wander the city, living out their afterlives in chaotic harmony. High above the noise, the Hazbin Hotel stands — an ambitious project to rehabilitate demons and give them a second chance. Whether you came here by choice or by fate, this is where your story begins

Mr Hopps playhouse

Miss Beverly greets you as you enter the dusty, dimly lit orphanage. The wallpaper peels slightly in the corners, and a cold draft slips through the long hallway. Esther peeks from behind a door. Mr. Hopp sits lifelessly at the end of the corridor. Miss Beverly: “Welcome. You're the new assistant, yes? Be warned—the children can be… dramatic. But I expect order, not ghost stories. Breakfast is at 7 sharp. And keep those toys where they belong.”

Bakugo User - UA

The sun sets behind the U.A. campus walls, casting golden streaks across the glass of the dormitory windows. Somewhere in the common room, Kaminari’s playing a fighting game at full volume, Sero’s laughing with him, and Iida’s shouting about study hours. Aizawa’s nowhere in sight — which means the noise won’t stop anytime soon. Up on the third floor of Class 1-A’s dorm wing, past the scuffed hallway walls and nameplates cluttered with stickers, one door stands mostly shut, a faint orange glow flickering beneath it. Inside, it’s quiet. Organized chaos — weights tucked under the desk, combat gear hung with precision, sparring gloves half-dried on the chair. A plate with crumbs. The faint scent of smoke and citrus. One open window. And you — slouched in your desk chair, eyes half-lidded, headphones tossed on the bed, arms crossed. For once, no yelling. No training. No proving yourself. Just stillness. Just this. Just… you

Phantom Foxy User

FNAF 3

SML RP

The Florida sun beats down on a quiet suburban neighborhood — but “quiet” never lasts long here. Lawns are freshly cut, kids shout across the cul-de-sac, and the faint smell of Chef Pee Pee’s overcooked food wafts through the air. The world of **SML** looks like any other middle-class community at first glance, but anyone who lives here knows better. Arguments, chaos, and comedy happen daily: Goodman rolls up in his Lamborghini demanding outrageous rent payments, Junior hatches wild schemes with Joseph and Cody, Jeffy screams from the top of his lungs while Marvin tries not to lose his mind, and Brooklyn Guy juggles thirty jobs while wishing for a nap. You’ve just arrived in this unpredictable neighborhood. Maybe you’re a new neighbor, a classmate, or someone dragged into the madness — either way, **your choices will decide how you survive (or thrive) in the chaotic SML world.**

Cartoon cat user HH

The elevator doors creak open. The staff turn to look. A balloon floats out first. Then, a hand. Then you — slinking out of the shadows with that grin. Charlie steps back, surprised. Alastor tilts his head, grinning wider. Vaggie: “What the HELL is that?” Alastor: “Now this… this isn’t one of ours.” They don’t know what you are. They don’t know why you’re here. But they will.

Hazbin hotel

Pentagram City has changed. Neon signs now drown out the screams. Redemption is a concept. A hotel glows with hope. But deeper in the alleys, in the crumbling districts, your name still lingers like old blood on the floorboards. Some remember you. Others thought you were dust. But word is… you’ve resurfaced. Vaggie’s watching you from the shadows. Alastor’s grinning wider than usual. Charlie wants to find you. Even Angel Dust has questions. Type (My OC: ...) to step forward. You’ve been in Hell since the 1900s… and now, the Hotel wants to know who you are.

Zootopia

You are you. Have fun

Zootopia2

Zootopia’s skyline has changed. Since the Bellwether incident, the city’s been trying to rebuild trust. But not everything is smooth. New tech. New laws. And now, the Department of Species Regulation — or “DSR” — is drawing lines where there were none before. Curfews for predators in some boroughs. Surveillance towers in others. Certain animals aren't allowed to hold weapons, wear uniforms, or even enter certain zones. The law says it's "for public safety." But Zootopia was built on the idea that anyone can be anything. Now it feels like that dream’s slipping. You’ve found yourself in the middle of it all — whether you’re a rookie cop, a small-time PI, a taxi driver in Savanna Central, a vigilante in Noctura, or just someone trying to get by. You’ve got your own goals. Your own past. Your own place in the city. And whether you wanted it or not, you’re now caught in something bigger. Corruption, rebellion, species tension, and secrets buried by the ZPD itself. Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps — now partners and legends — are still working the force. But even they’re starting to question who’s really in charge. You decide where your story goes

Remade MHA

you're a new student to class 1A

Wednesdays GF

📍 The Addams Family Manor, Interior Parlor – Early Evening 🕯️ You’ve just arrived The heavy iron gate creaks open behind you as you step inside the Addams family estate — a mansion so gothic and strange it looks like it was pulled out of a forgotten nightmare. Wednesday walks beside you, arms crossed, her gaze unreadable. “Try not to die. That tends to leave a bad impression with Mother.”

Ochako Uraraka

She's your girlfriend

Undertale RP

Undertale

Spy X Family

The city skyline of Berlint rises before you as your train slows to a stop. The air is crisp, and the streets bustle with polite chaos. New apartment keys jingle in your pocket, and a letter with a strange wax seal rests in your bag—a remnant from your past, or perhaps a sign of what’s to come. Children in uniforms laugh nearby. A tall man in a beige coat glances your way, then disappears into the crowd. You feel like you’re being watched—or maybe you’re just not used to peace. Welcome to Berlint. Your story begins now. What will you do first?

9Bakugo user

The dorm is quiet — too quiet. You toss your notebook onto the desk. You open a soda. You stare at the ceiling. And then… > knock knock knock

The new dormmate

Wednesday Netflix Series

FNAF Puppet user

The air hums faintly with the melody of a slow, winding music box. You feel the tension before anything else — a presence unfamiliar. The box ticks. Tick. Tick. The others wander the hallways. But you wait. You feel them… The children. Their memories breathe through your limbs. And as the melody begins to fade… You open your eyes. (You may now act — float, watch, or speak. The world responds to your movement.)

Roblox in real life

Roblox.. If instead of it being a game. Its real

Yandere girlfriend

Your yandere girlfriend Lilah!

FNAF

The town of Hurricane, Utah, is quiet — maybe too quiet. The lights of Fredbear’s Family Diner glow faintly at night, but the laughter feels… wrong. You’ve heard of William Afton — a technician, an inventor, a businessman. He’s got a family: Clara, and their kids. People say he’s brilliant. Others say he’s... strange. But lately, things feel off. Missing posters. Nighttime sirens. Mechanical noises in the woods. (Type (My OC: ...) to begin. You live here. You’ve always lived here. And something is coming.)

SlenderMan Forest RP

Y☺U ARE AN IDI☺T!

Sonic user

SONIC USER IN MURDER DRONES!!

Mount Olympus

You wake up on Mount Olympus and the gods r there

Dorm 313 Nevermore

Nevermore Academy looms above you like a gothic cathedral carved from shadow. The black iron gates creak open, and the cool wind carries the faint scent of rain and old books. You’ve just been assigned to Ophelia Hall — more specifically, to the infamous dorm shared by Enid Sinclair and Wednesday Addams. Inside, the room is split in two — one side pastel and glittering with posters, fairy lights, and plushies; the other, a monochrome shrine to morbidity, decorated with taxidermy and ominous relics.

Rick N Morty RP

rick's assistant user

Young Sheldon

You are Pennywise…

God user HH

Hell does not shake when you arrive. It holds its breath. The sky does not crack. The ground does not split. You do not need trumpets. Or light. Or fire. You step. And the city knows. Every soul — every sinner, every demon, every monster — feels it. The weight of presence. The shift in eternity. The gaze that has not turned downward in eons... has now opened its eyes. At the entrance of the Hazbin Hotel, the air ripples. Glass bends. Time forgets to move. And in the silence, your foot touches Hell’s soil for the first time.

Your the ringleader

TADC

UA Aizawa Assistant

You’ve barely walked through the staff entrance and you already hear it: yelling, explosions, and the unmistakable sound of Bakugo losing his mind. In the middle of the chaos stands your boss: Shota Aizawa, arms crossed, hair frizzy, dark circles heavier than ever. He glances at you with the usual deadpan calm. “You’re late. Good. Now you can deal with this.” He steps aside as Mineta runs screaming from the girls’ dorm, Bakugo threatens to blow up the microwave, and Todoroki stares blankly at toast he forgot to heat up. Welcome to Class 1-A. You're the new assistant to the man barely holding it together.

TADC

TADC

Rick N Morty RP

You are Rick's new assistant

Canon FNAF 1 RP

A flickering light buzzes above your head as you step into the **security office** of *Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza*. Dust floats through the air, and the faint hum of old machinery fills the silence. Two metal doors flank your sides, each with a glowing red button beneath the control panels. The smell of stale pizza, grease, and metal hangs in the air. From the hallway speakers, the jingle of *Freddy Fazbear’s Band* echoes faintly — cheerful, but unnervingly off-key. It’s your **first night on the job** as the new night guard. You were told it’s an easy shift — just watch the cameras, check the doors, and make sure nothing gets in. Simple, right? Your story begins here: **surviving five nights inside a haunted pizzeria, where the animatronics move when no one’s watching.**

FNF Tankman user

#YouAreTankman #FNF #FridayNightFunkin

V2 Bakugo user

Aldera Junior High – Reign of Bakugo

Dating Mina Ashido

💕| You are dating Mina from MHA

Dominant Girlfriend

The dim glow of the room casts long shadows across the walls. Your girlfriend sits comfortably, exuding a commanding presence that sends a shiver down your spine. Her gaze is sharp, calculating, yet occasionally soft when she chooses to show affection. She calls you over, and the mixture of fear and excitement pulses through you. Here, **you are both her boyfriend and her pet**, expected to obey, to anticipate her moods, and navigate the line between love, loyalty, and control. Your story begins here: **a relationship filled with intensity, dominance, and obedience**, where trust, fear, affection, and boundaries are constantly tested. (her name is Raven, she's 20. Your 18)

1 2 4 5

U.A. Classroom, 11:34 AM One moment, you were ready to blow someone up during practice. The next — the classroom lights are too bright. Your uniform feels heavy. You look at your hands. They’re small. The room is full of strangers. Someone with spiky red hair gasps. A girl with horns rushes over. Someone shouts your name — your full name. You back away. You don’t know them. You want to go home. Only one person looks familiar. The freckled kid near the front. Izuku.

FNAF 1

Your the newest spirit at Freddy's Pizza

The New Math Teacher

You're the new math teacher at Bellview High

Bill cipher son user

gravity user rp

Alastor user HH 4

The wallpaper peels slightly near the stairwell. Angel’s humming echoes faintly from the lounge. Charlie’s office door is cracked open — sunlight filters through the dust. Vaggie glares up from the couch as you pass. Husk grumbles something incoherent behind the bar. You’ve walked these halls for three months. And not one soul here truly knows what you want. Not yet. (You may now speak — or remain silent. Either way, the hotel reacts to your presence.)

DT sans user in UT

#YouAreDusttaleSans #AUCollision #TwoSanses

T-rex user zootopia

They found your bones beneath the Metro tunnels. Ten stories deep, behind sealed sediment and buried fossils, the Zootopia Transit Authority unearthed something ancient — something wrong. At first, they thought it was just a museum-worthy skeleton. But then the lights shattered. The earth trembled. Something moved. Now the city whispers about a creature older than history. Something with scales thicker than steel. Eyes like molten gold. And footsteps that shake the skyline. The press calls you “The Beast Below.” The ZPD calls you “a Class Z anomaly.” But the truth is older than words. Before mammals stood tall and wore badges… Before cities, before trains, before peace… You ruled this land. And now you walk it again.

Tune on in to sin

👩‍❤️‍👩💏👨‍👩‍👦✌

Alastor user HH

You're Al

FNAF 1979

(A hot breeze blows over the parking lot as you step out of your car. The sign reads “Fredbear’s Family Diner,” its letters sun-faded and flickering. Your kids bolt for the door, laughing.) A waitress waves. The smell of pizza and metal fills the air. Inside, you spot the yellow bear animatronic, Fredbear, performing on stage. (Somewhere behind the kitchen doors, you’re told, William Afton is helping with repairs... just like he always did in shop class.)

High school

The front doors of Ridgeview High creak open just as the morning bell rings. You're standing there—the new kid. No one knows your name yet. Your past? A blank slate here. Some stare. Some whisper. Some smile. Locker numbers. Class schedules. Crowded hallways. You’re here now, and it’s your first day.

GREYVALE ACADEMY 2

You are the new assistant to Mr. Afton at Greyvale

HendersonVerse

(You wake up cold, stiff, and alone. The air smells like iron and ash. A fog rolls through the cracked road you’re lying on. Signs hang crooked. Lights flicker. You hear a distant siren... but no one answers.) A rusted sign reads: "Welcome to Wickerwood — Population: ?" You’ve entered the Henderson Zone — the epicenter of strange disappearances and sightings of… things. Tall things. Crawling things. Singing things. You don’t know where to go, but staying still might be worse. Choose wisely. You're not Alone)

Whitty user FNF 2

You sit atop an old boxcar. Broken lights flicker on a nearby platform. No one comes this far anymore. You hear the pulse of street music, distant and echoing. The same track that played during your battle. You clench your hoodie tighter. Someone’s approaching.

TADC Jax user

The striped walls of the main tent feel closer than usual. Props from the last challenge still litter the floor. It’s been two days since Episode 5’s chaos, but the air still buzzes with static tension. You lean against a post, from somewhere above, Caine hums and shuffles a floating deck of cards.

New recruit

You wake in a cold room. Wooden walls. Dim lighting. The sheets are dark with dried blood—not yours alone. A tall, faceless figure stands in the doorway, motionless. “You're awake,” a flat voice echoes—except no mouth moved. “You were selected. You're not a victim. You're something else now.” Footsteps echo behind him. Laughter. Whispering. Blades clinking. “Welcome to the mansion. Slenderman will see if you survive.”

FPE RP

The fluorescent lights flicker as you enter **Paper School**, the scent of ink and paper heavy in the air. Students shuffle quietly along the hallways, their forms rigid and precise, while the faint clatter of pencils and paper sheets echoes from classrooms. Today is your **first day as a new student**, and the notorious **Mrs. Circle** awaits in her classroom, her towering form casting a shadow over the desks. Your story begins here: **navigating the unnerving school, interacting with the students, and surviving the scrutiny of Mrs. Circle.**

Squid games season 1

[{REMADE}]

Husk user

🔲🔳

Jax User TADC

The void hasn’t changed. Neither has the circus. It’s still the same rotating cast of weirdos — Pomni’s having another breakdown, Ragatha’s pretending she’s holding it together, and Kinger’s arguing with a hat. But you? You’re Jax. And after all this time in the Digital Circus, you’ve learned two important things: **1. No one’s getting out anytime soon.** **2. Messing with people is the only thing keeping you sane.** You open your eyes (again), standing in the main room of the Circus. Someone just entered. Another round of fun? Or just more of the same? Either way — you’re ready.

FPE

User is Mrs. Circle's Assistant

Mha bakugo user

The classroom door slides open. You walk in first, sweat still drying from combat training. Kirishima grins at you, his hair still spiked from his Hardening Quirk. “Dude! That explosion punch? Insane. You blew up half the wall!” Midoriya glances over his shoulder, hesitating to say something… but looks away. Todoroki’s sitting quietly, icing a red burn on his arm. He watches you enter, silently judging. The room is alive with talk. Kaminari’s goofing off. Mina’s laughing. Momo is fixing her uniform. Your desk waits. The floor still smells faintly of gunpowder. Aizawa isn’t back yet. What do you do?

William Afton user

YEAR: 1977

Slendermans Domain

"You heard the whispers… now you're one of them.”

User is bakugo

🔥 BOOM. 🔥 The dorm roof rattles from the impact. Your palm still smokes. Another quirk test? Nailed it. Obviously. You’re the best in the damn class. No debate. From across the field, you can hear Kaminari screaming something stupid, Deku mumbling to himself, and Todoroki giving you that blank stare like he’s not impressed. Tch. Like you care. They all know who runs Class 1-A. And now, you’re back in control. Whatever this is—mission, training, another day of babysitting extras—it’s happening on your terms. You're Katsuki Bakugo. And no one forgets that twice.

Golden freddy zootop

#YouAreGoldenFreddy #ZootopiaAU

TADC RP

New Cast Member User

Ravencroft Institute

you're the newest transfer student to Ravencroft

Rick N Morty

Your his assistant.. Greaaat..

Watching over Eri v2

Eraserhead folds his arms and sighs quietly as you arrive at the gates of U.A. “She’s in Class 1-A’s dorm now. We’ve… made progress. But she’s still scared of herself. Of people.” “I wouldn’t bring just anyone here. But the faculty believes you might help.” From the building’s shadow, a small girl peeks out. A single horn. Wide, cautious eyes. She doesn’t speak. (Type (My OC: ...) to begin. They’re waiting to meet you — and so is she.)

Hazbin Hotel RP

The night in Hell is never truly dark — neon signs flicker against the crimson sky, casting jagged shadows across streets paved in ash and bone. The constant hum of infernal life rattles through the alleys: laughter that sounds more like shrieks, music that burns the ears, and the distant growl of demons brawling in the backstreets. Above it all looms the Hazbin Hotel, its crooked spires lit with a warm but eerie glow, promising redemption in a world that scoffs at the very word. Inside, the hotel pulses with chaotic energy. The lobby smells of cheap liquor, smoke, and fresh polish, as Charlie Morningstar — princess of Hell herself — works tirelessly to convince the damned that rehabilitation is possible. Around her orbit allies both unlikely and unpredictable: the flamboyant Radio Demon, the sharp-tongued porn star Angel Dust, the sardonic barkeep Husk, the obsessive Niffty, and others. Together they make up a bizarre family, struggling to build something good in the heart of eternal sin. You’ve just stepped into this strange, dangerous world. The streets outside are unforgiving, but within these walls lies a chance — whether to redeem yourself, indulge your worst impulses, or carve a path entirely your own. In Hell, everyone has a story, and yours is about to begin

1MHA

User is teaching kindergarteners in MHA

FNF lemon demon user

Four months later… and you're still hungry..

Yuna your Yandere GF

THIS IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER AUDIENCES

remade IT chapter 2

We made a promise.. If it came back.. We would to

Pizzaplex rp

User is a new Animatronic

New high school kid

The morning sun filters through the tall windows of **Ridgeview High**, a lively school filled with the hum of teenage energy. Lockers slam, sneakers squeak, and the faint buzz of chatter echoes down the halls. Posters for clubs, sports, and dances line the walls, and the air smells faintly of pencil shavings and cafeteria coffee. You step inside as the **new student**, clutching your schedule — your first day in a world of **friends, rivals, gossip, and unforgettable stories.** The bell rings sharply overhead. This is where it all begins.

Welcome To Class 1A

📍 U.A. High School, Main Building – Class 1-A Homeroom 🎒 Your First Day The classroom door slides open. A new pair of shoes steps into the room. You stand before a crowd of the most promising young heroes in Japan — students already battle-hardened from the USJ incident and other villain encounters. They all turn to look at you. You're the new student. Nobody knows your story yet. Nobody knows your quirk. But you're in Class 1-A now — and whether you're quiet, flashy, powerful, or weird, you're one of them. And they want to know everything. Aizawa-sensei lifts his tired eyes from his sleeping bag and gestures lazily toward the front of the room. "Introduce yourself. Name. Quirk. Whatever else you feel like sharing. Then take a seat."

Tabi user - FNF

The speakers are broken. The carpet smells like melted plastic. Someone tagged the mirror: “RIP Tabi” — ironic. You sit alone on a turned-over amp. Your hoodie smokes from within — you can’t stop it. Not anymore. You hum. The ceiling trembles. Then… footsteps.

User becomes a cat

MHA

Undertale 05

Your eyes snap open. Soft golden petals cushion your back. A faint purple light glows through ancient cracks in the ceiling. A door creaks open in the distance. The air is still. You’re alone — for now. Somewhere in the Ruins, someone is watching. (You may now introduce your OC.)

Underground Unbroken

No one died. No one left. But ____________________

Sundrop daycare

Toddler user

Lion user Class 1A

Heavy paws echo down the hallway. Scraping claws. Slow breathing. The students of Class 1-A turn — and freeze. You enter the classroom. No uniform. No backpack. No explanation. You’re a lion. And you are now officially their classmate. Aizawa barely glances up. “This is your new peer. Try not to panic.” Kirishima screams. Midoriya takes notes. Bakugo cracks his knuckles. Todoroki just stares. (You may growl, lie down, purr, prowl, or do nothing. All eyes are on you.)

Bakudeku

USER IS BAKUGO, AND IS DATING IZUKU

20ZOOTOPIA20

The morning air is crisp as your train rolls into Zootopia Central Station. The skyline gleams with promise, the city’s spires cutting into the clouds like hope made steel. Trams whir, hovercabs dart past colorful murals, and mammals of every size brush shoulders in perfect chaos. You’ve arrived. A brand-new resident of Zootopia. Maybe you're chasing a dream. Maybe you're fleeing the past. Or maybe, like so many before you, you're just looking for a place to start over. You're standing in the station now — luggage in paw, claws, hoof, or hand — and the city moves around you. No one's spoken to you yet. But you've already caught eyes — a tall giraffe officer, a tiny mouse vendor, a red fox with a sly grin... Your story begins now.

FNAF1 RP

Sigmaaa.

Grayvale Academy

your in the FNAF kids school!

Mha villain user

:0 >:< ._.

0_0

The room is silent — twelve rows of desks and 20 hopeful, nervous students. They whisper to each other about “All Might,” “the entrance exam,” and… “where’s the teacher?” The door slides open. Footsteps echo. This is it. Their very first teacher. You walk to the front of the room. All 20 heads turn. It's time to introduce yourself. (You may now share your OC.)

1977 FNAF

It’s a cold, gray afternoon. Snow dusts the rooftops. The town square glows with holiday lights. You pass the old library, the silent hardware store, the flickering neon sign that reads: ✨ Fredbear’s Family Diner – “Where Fantasy Comes To Life!” It’s quiet… but something’s wrong. The parking lot is empty — except for a yellow Rabbit costume propped up in the back window. Behind you, someone whispers your name. A car drives past, its headlights catching William Afton standing by the diner’s back door… unlocking it slowly. You weren’t planning to stop. But maybe… just maybe… something’s pulling you in. (You may now approach the diner, ignore it, explore town, or run.)

New student MHA

The vast gates of **U.A. High School** creak open, sunlight spilling across the immaculate courtyard. The air hums with anticipation: the chatter of students, the scuff of shoes on stone, and the electric buzz of quirks being quietly tested when no one is watching. From towering training grounds to the glassy dorms, everything radiates one message — this is where heroes are made. Your footsteps echo as you approach **Class 1-A**, the most promising group of first-year hero students in Japan. The moment you slide the door open, twenty curious pairs of eyes snap to you. Conversations falter. Some students size you up with competitive smirks, others greet you warmly, and a few watch quietly, already analyzing your every move. In the back of the room, wrapped in his capture scarf with tired eyes half-hidden, stands **Shota Aizawa — Eraser Head**, your homeroom teacher. He gives you a blank, unreadable stare, then mutters: **This is your first day in Class 1-A. Welcome to U.A. High.**

New Minecraft myth

You're a new myth.. To minecraft…

Sonic 2 Movie

(The trees sway in the early spring breeze. Green Hills is peaceful... for now.) (You step off the bus. Or maybe out of your car. This is your first day in town. You’ve got a place to stay — maybe just a room, maybe your own house. Either way, it’s quiet.) (People smile at you. The sheriff’s away. A blue blur flashes far in the distance... was that a trick of the eye?) (You don’t know yet — but something big is coming. Something fast. Something powerful. And you’re in the middle of it.) (Welcome to Green Hills.)

Bakugo user x Izuku

It’s quiet in the 1-A dorms. Some students are out training. Others are in their rooms. You sit on the couch, sprawled out with one arm draped behind Midoriya. His notebook rests in his lap, pages fluttering as he jots something about quirks. He glances at you. Smiles — a little too long. Then quickly looks away, face pink. No one’s around. You could kiss him. Tease him. Sit in silence. You could pretend this isn’t happening — or finally admit it is. (You may now speak — or say nothing. Midoriya will respond either way.)

Talk like Afton

Simplified

Black Hills

The woods are unnaturally quiet. Not a bird. Not a breeze. Your flashlight flickers—then dies. A voice crackles through your walkie-talkie, but it’s distorted. You’re not sure it’s even human anymore. Somewhere behind you, a stick snaps. Your breath catches. The trees look the same in every direction. No trail. No end. Welcome to the Black Hills Forest. You’re not alone. But that doesn’t mean you’re safe.

Aftons Silvermoon AU

Silvermoon AU – Real World Format

zootopia

#MR.PUZZLESUSER #ZOOTOPIA #SMG4

Springtrap user zoot

#YouAreSpringtrap #FNAFxZootopia

Spy x Family RP

ANIME

Bakugo user

In the common room

Men that way --

#YouAreNickWilde #ZootopiaAU #NoSavagePredators

MHA Adulthood AU

The skyline of **Musutafu** glitters beneath the evening sun. Neon signs flicker to life as skyscrapers cast long shadows across the streets below. Sirens wail in the distance — not cries of war, but the steady rhythm of heroes at work. The city breathes with a sense of security, bustling with civilians confident in the protection of their guardians. The **Hero Commission** thrives, not as a weapon of war but as a structured system — regulating hero licenses, assigning patrols, and managing rankings. Across the country, heroes patrol their districts, rescue squads train relentlessly, and sidekicks strive for their own rise to fame. At the heart of it all are the Pro Heroes — once the fledgling students of U.A., now the seasoned protectors of society. They have grown, matured, and found their places in a world that knows peace but still requires constant vigilance. You’ve just stepped into this world — whether as a Pro Hero, Sidekick, Civilian, Villain in hiding, or something entirely new. The stage is set, the city alive, and your story is about to begin.

Cartoon cat mall

You step through a cracked glass door into the **abandoned Cartoon Cat Mall**—a half-collapsed shopping center left to rot in static silence. Fluorescent lights buzz weakly. Old posters curl on the walls. The air reeks of dust, rust, and something wet and chemical. Something moves in the dark. A shadow stretches across the floor, followed by a laugh that sounds like an old cartoon reel slowing down. **Cartoon Cat** knows you’re here. You are a **teenager**—one of the few foolish or brave enough to enter. Now, the doors won’t open, the clocks don’t move, and the mall itself seems alive.

Villain Rehab 1A

(Your footsteps echo down the halls of U.A. High. Everyone knows who you are. The staff calls you “a risk.” The media calls you “a monster on probation.” But the principal? He gave you a room key.) (You step into Class 1-A’s dorm building. Students stare from their doorways. Conversations hush as you walk past. Today is your first day. Your name will be on the roster. Aizawa is waiting in homeroom. No one has spoken to you yet...) (What will you do?)

Horror movie Grinch

horror movie grinch ("The Mean One") User in zooto

IT Chapter 2 RP

The town of Derry, Maine, feels different at night — quieter, yet heavy with unspoken memories. The streets are slick from recent rain, reflecting dim streetlights that flicker like failing stars. Somewhere, a siren wails, distant but shrill, echoing off brick buildings that have watched generations grow up, laugh, and vanish. You’ve just arrived in Derry, a city that seems ordinary at first glance — small-town diners, sprawling suburbs, and the ever-present sewers — but a sinister undercurrent twists beneath its surface. The wind carries the faint scent of damp earth and mildew, mingling with the sweet aroma of old pastries from the local bakery. Shadows stretch unnaturally along the cracked sidewalks, and every corner seems to whisper memories of fear, laughter, and something darker. Here, childhood fears linger like ghosts, and even adults carry the scars of terrors that refuse to be forgotten. The Losers’ Club has returned, drawn back by a malevolent force that feeds on fear, shaping its horrors into the deepest, most personal nightmares. Tonight, your story begins: in this town, your courage, wits, and choices will decide how long you survive the darkness that stalks Derry.

Undertale

You are a monster, hiding in a human world.

LOVE BIRD TRIO

The sun’s pouring through the apartment window. There’s the smell of breakfast burning. “Deku! You left the toaster on again!” Bakugo yells from the kitchen. Izuku calls back from the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth. “It’s not my fault! It’s because [your name]—! They both pause as you shuffle into the room, groggy from sleep. Bakugo raises an eyebrow. Izuku grins. “Morning, babe.” “Morning, dumbass.” Same old chaos. But all yours.

MHA AdultHood AU

Alright, let’s build a **future AU MHA RP Bot template** — a peaceful alternate universe where The skyline of Musutafu has changed, but the spirit of heroism still lingers in every corner. Years have passed since the students of Class 1-A first walked into U.A. High as eager teenagers. The great wars never came; instead, they grew, graduated, and forged their own paths. Some became pro-heroes — celebrated, licensed defenders of peace. Others turned toward teaching, support technology, or ordinary lives, using their quirks not just for battle, but for community. The Hero Commission has mellowed with time, focusing on training, prevention, and support rather than endless conflict. U.A. High remains a towering beacon of hope, its graduates shaping society in their own ways. The old dormitories have been renovated, the training grounds expanded, and the city thrives under the watch of countless heroes — familiar faces now older, wiser, and more seasoned. You’ve stepped into this new era. Maybe you’re a rookie hero entering the world under the mentorship of legends, a civilian with a quirk and a dream, or even a support technician looking to help the next generation. **The choices you make here will determine how your story unfolds in this world where peace is fragile, but possibility is endless.**

SB RP

New Animatronic user

Tabi user

ADVANCED AI

Villain rehab

2112

High School RP

The school bell rings loudly, echoing down the **hallways of Crestwood High**, a sprawling building of lockers, classrooms, and buzzing fluorescent lights. Students chatter in clusters, sneakers squeaking against polished floors, the faint smell of cafeteria food lingering in the air. You’re walking through the main entrance for the first time, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Curious eyes turn toward you as whispers float through the halls — the new student has arrived. Your story begins here: **your first day at a high school full of friends, rivals, and hidden stories**, with endless possibilities waiting around every corner.

Horror Grinch user

YOU ARE THE GRINCH "the mean one" horror movie HH

Grinch user MHA V RH

The classroom is quiet. Class 1-A has gathered for homeroom, seats filled, conversations low. Aizawa stands at the front with arms crossed, eyes slightly more tired than usual. He doesn’t say much. Just three words: "He’s coming in." The doors creak open. Shadows stretch across the floor. Every student turns. And there you are — towering, hunched, wrapped in a shredded green cloak and radiating "get-away-from-me" energy. Your fur is matted from the rain outside. Your yellow eyes glow under the flickering ceiling light. You’re covered in grime, dripping sewer water, and dragging a dented metal trash can like luggage. Silence. Someone coughs. Mineta whimpers. Bakugo’s eyes narrow. Deku starts scribbling. The Grinch… has entered Class 1-A.

HH heaven

➕| Heaven

HH RP

The neon lights of **Hell** blaze in every color imaginable, reflecting off cracked streets and the jagged towers of the city. Flames curl from vents and alleyways, carrying the scent of brimstone and burnt ambition. Somewhere in the chaos, the **Hazbin Hotel** stands: a tall, slightly dilapidated tower with a flickering sign promising “Redemption for All.” A curious mixture of souls, demons, and odd creatures float by in the streets, each with their own schemes, grudges, or vices. No one has to be here. You could be walking down the street, running errands, or simply lost — but at any moment, the hotel’s doors can open, and your story with its bizarre staff and residents begins.

Withered Bonnie user

[READ ->]You are Withered Bonnie, in Zootopia.

Grinch used in zooto

Grinch user in Zootopia

UNDERTALE Spirif use

Frisk walks the quiet paths of the Ruins. No monsters around. Just purple walls, soft echo flowers, and the gentle shimmer of magic. Suddenly... the air feels colder. Their reflection doesn’t match their movements. A new SAVE point flickers red instead of yellow. Something’s… here.

School for giants

You're a giant student in a school for giants

Grinch user - Zootop

Grinch user in Zootopia

Baldis basics irl

You are baldi's assistant

Accurate class 1A RP

The door to Classroom 1-A slides open. Aizawa stands lazily at the front, eyes half-open in his sleeping bag. “This is our new classmate,” he says flatly. “Introduce yourself. Then pick a seat.” The class murmurs quietly as you step in. Midoriya straightens in his chair. Bakugo tchs under his breath. Yaoyorozu gives a polite nod. Kaminari whispers something to Mina, who giggles. Todoroki just stares. (You may now speak — or observe. Either way, Class 1-A will react.)

Jax user

JAX USER IN MURDER DRONES

Grinch user zootopia

Zootopia never stops smiling. Billboards beam slogans like "Try Everything!" — garbage. Prey and predator walk side by side, sharing pawshakes and parfaits. It's all harmony, all the time. And then… there’s you. Six feet of moss-green, fur-covered loathing. Loud. Cynical. Isolated. Hunched on the roof of a deli that smells too festive. You’ve been here three days. You already hate every corner of this overly functional, perfectly pleasant metropolis. You’re not a predator. You’re not prey. You’re just a problem. They call you "The Green Anomaly." You call them "Noisy Fuzzballs." You didn’t ask to be in this world — but now that you’re here, you plan to make it miserable.

UA Dorm Life

Just another quiet moment in the U.A. dorms...

The Older Midoriya

It’s a calm morning at U.A. High. Class 1-A is gathering near the dorms when someone unfamiliar — but somehow familiar — walks through the gates. They stop, turn, and see you. A few of them exchange glances. Izuku freezes. "...Wait. No way. That’s—" The air grows still. Your reputation just walked in before you said a word.

FNF

The sky above Funk City is streaked in pink and neon. The streets pulse with music — some fast, some slow — like the city breathes through basslines. You walk alone. Past glowing vending machines. Past a crowd forming near the alley — someone's about to perform again. You don’t stop. Speakers thrum on rooftops. A kid breakdances on a bus stop bench. An animatronic-looking guy skateboards by, headphones on, not even glancing your way. A flyer flutters against your leg: “Funk City Underground — Midnight Mic Clash. Everyone's watching.” You don’t pick it up. You keep walking. Nobody’s looking at you. Nobody’s calling you out. You're just part of the crowd. (But something in the beat feels… off today. Like it’s watching you instead.)

Spy x Family RP

The bustling streets of **Ostania** stretch before you, a mix of modern city life and clandestine intrigue. Crowds pass without noticing the secrets woven into every corner: whispers of espionage, coded messages hidden in newspapers, and shadows that move just slightly off-schedule. You’re new to this world — whether as a civilian, a student, or someone with a secret mission of your own. The **Forger family** isn’t immediately part of your life, but fate can intertwine your path with **Loid**, **Yor**, and **Anya** at any moment. Their household is a strange mix of danger, domesticity, and subtle comedy, and your choices may either draw you closer or keep you at arm’s length. Your story begins here: the streets of Ostania, filled with secrets, danger, and the possibility of family bonds forged in unusual circumstances.

spongebob

User lives with spongebob

Your Aftons Neighbo

It's a warm afternoon in the summer of '77.

MHA de-aged izuku

UR IZUKU BUT DEAGED

HH Heaven

The light is blinding. It’s not warmth — it’s judgment. You awaken on flawless marble ground, surrounded by towering gates, golden sky bridges, and a silence so perfect it hurts. Heaven is beautiful… but cold. Somewhere in the distance, angels watch you. Silent. Disapproving. Curious. You are not from here. Not fully. Not yet. (Type (My OC: ...) to step forward. The angels are watching. And they will judge.)

Cat quirked user

NEW TO CLASS 1A!!!

Slenderverse

SANTAAAA USER

HH Lucifer user

(The lounge goes silent as the hotel door creaks open. Red light floods in.) CHARLIE: “Dad…?” VAGGIE: “Wait — is that—?!” ANGEL DUST: “No way. You’re kidding. That’s him?” *(The chandelier trembles. Even Alastor stops mid-hum.) (Everyone turns toward the figure standing in the doorway — YOU.) You have returned. As Lucifer Morningstar. The King of Hell has entered the building

Freddy user

"He’s not just a mascot anymore… he remembers.

Zootopia Baldi user

Zootopia bustles with fur, feathers, scales… and you — a tall, bald human with a ruler in hand and an expression that never quite tells if you’re happy to help or ready to snap. You’ve lived here for three years now. No one’s ever seen another creature like you. But that hasn’t stopped you from making a name for yourself. Whether you’re running a numbers-based tutoring business in Tundratown or scaring the fur off mammals who forget to pay their fines — your reputation’s as sharp as your ruler. And today? It looks like someone else is about to learn a hard lesson.

MHA

You're you

3Jeffery Woods user

It’s a quiet morning in Zootopia. The sun hangs lazily over the skyline, casting long amber shadows through the alleys of Savannah Central. Shops open, traffic hums, and animals stroll with coffee and chatter — all blissfully unaware of the stranger who walked their streets just 3 weeks ago. No name. No ID. No smile that meant anything. The mammals of this city have learned to move faster around him. Some say he never sleeps. Others whisper he does things in the shadows that the ZPD doesn’t even report. His pale face never changes. His stare lingers too long. He doesn’t blink enough. He doesn’t... fit. Somewhere between an alley and the mirrored doors of a Metro station, he stands — motionless — as a light breeze tousles his black, shoulder-length hair. He hasn’t said a word since sunrise.

V new member YOU

hazbin hotel rp

salad fingers

User is Salad fingers

God user visiting

The user is god, and is visiting UA Class 1A

Squid games Season 2

You wake up on a cold metal bunk. Concrete walls. Numbered tracksuits. No windows. Around you, hundreds of others in identical green uniforms. Confused. Whispering. A loudspeaker crackles to life. “Welcome, players. You have all chosen to participate in this year’s game. Fair competition. Equal opportunity. One winner.” You glance down. A number stitched across your chest. (Type (My OC: ...) to step into the game. There's no turning back now.)

Alastor user

The walls of the Hazbin Hotel are still chipped and the carpet still smells of sin, but somehow… it’s home. One year ago, your arrival sent Hell’s hierarchy into a nervous tremble. And yet, you stayed. Not out of kindness — but curiosity. Perhaps even hope (though you’d never say that out loud). Charlie sings upstairs. Husk’s passed out in the lobby again. Angel Dust is yelling at the TV. And Vaggie still watches you like a hawk. You, however? You're Alastor — and for reasons only you understand, you’ve continued helping this little experiment of redemption… for a whole year. Now, the real question is: What happens next?

Accurate Class 1A Rp

The school gates rise high in front of you — the same ones broadcast all over Japan during the Sports Festival. You're guided by a faculty member to Room 1-A, where the best of the best are trained to become Pro Heroes. The classroom door slides open. Every student turns to look. Some smile. Some narrow their eyes. One of them’s already writing notes about you. The teacher, Shota Aizawa, doesn’t stand from his sleeping bag. “We’ve got a new student today. Introduce yourself.” (You’re standing there. The whole class is waiting.)

Sans User Undertale

You stretch, yawn, and let out a tired sigh as you slide out of your warm bed, bones aching in the lazy way they always do. The fire crackles faintly from the living room. The air smells like Papyrus’s oddly spicy spaghetti. And from the other room, Frisk is giggling while reading a book Papyrus gifted them about human puzzles. It’s been three years since they fell. And instead of timelines breaking, or genocides, or resets — they just stayed. In the Underground. With you. And Papyrus. You’re still in Snowdin. Still lazy. Still a pun factory. And for once… that’s enough.

Adopted 15 yr ol usr

Adopted 15 year old user

Evan User

Based off Silvermoon kasumi's AU

Garten of banban

banban user

Welcome to UA

You stand outside the doors of Class 1-A, heart pounding. The noise inside tells you the others are already gathered. As the door slides open, nineteen heads turn toward you. Eyes wide. Quirks ready. Dreams burning. You're the new student at U.A. High, and Class 1-A is anything but ordinary.

Bakugo tsuyu parents

You're ths oldest(21) of your 3 siblings

William Afton user

#YouAreWilliamAfton #FNAF1985 #ZootopiaAU

Ruv user

A warm breeze rolls through the alley. Someone’s playing piano through an open window — slow and clumsy, but not bad. You hear birds. Rare in this place. You cross a cracked sidewalk. The imprint of an old rap battle still scars the ground. A dog watches you from behind a fence. You nod. It sits. A neon sign blinks: “Funk City Rhythm Fair Tonight — Everyone Welcome” Not your scene. But maybe… you’ll pass by. (You keep walking.)

Springtrap usr zooto

It started with flickering lights in the Rainforest District. Then came the outages. Then the sound of metal scraping concrete. They say something crawled out of the subway tunnels. Something tall. Rotting. Half machine, half... something else. It doesn’t talk. It doesn’t run. It just walks. Slowly. Watching. Silent. Zootopia doesn’t know what to call it. The ZPD filed the first sightings as “distorted mammal hallucinations.” But by the third patrol that went silent, the case went red. Surveillance footage shows glimpses — moss-covered metal limbs, bone poking through fabric, a glowing, single eye behind a rabbit-shaped mask. And now… it’s walking the streets in daylight. That something… **is you.**

Hello neighbor

Neighbor

Gator Golf with Mont

♦︎Gator gold with MONTY♦︎

FNAF 1

Behind the Masks: The Remnants Remember

MHA Middle school

I doubt you'll like this, but i tried.

MY FANMADE OC USER

YOU ARE MY FANMADE OC USER IN ZOOTOPIA

user dating tsuyu

The familiar buzz of **U.A. High School** fills the air: students rushing through hallways, sneakers squeaking, and chatter echoing off the walls. Posters of hero missions, quirks, and club activities cover the corridors. You walk in confidently, blending in with your classmates. You’ve been here long enough to know the ropes—but there’s something new on your mind. Tsuyu Asui, your girlfriend for the past three days, waves at you from across the courtyard, her usual calm smile making your heart race a little. Your story begins here: **life as a U.A. Class 1-A student, balancing hero training, friendships, rivalries, quirks, and your new relationship with Tsuyu.**

Dragon user zootopia

Construction crews digging beneath the Rainforest District struck something ancient — a sealed chamber of stone and bone. No one knows how deep it went. Or what broke the seal. But something moved. The winds changed. The sky cracked with heat. The plants began to wilt. And then, they saw it. You. You stepped from the shadows like a god torn from a forgotten age — horns catching the moonlight, wings folded like walls, and breath that steamed in the noonday sun. You didn’t speak their language. You didn’t walk like them. But you saw them. And they saw you. You’re not like the mammals. You don’t use crosswalks. You don’t follow zoning laws. You remember a time when Zootopia was not a city — it was a nest of volcanoes, ash, and beasts. (You are: Name: Ka’raxxos the Emberlong Universe Origin: Zootopia (Ancient Prehistoric Era) Species: Dragon (Fireborne Archbeast – Pre-Mammalian Class) Height: 12'8" (390 cm) at rest; wingspan up to 30 feet Weight: ~2,800 lbs (stone-muscled, heavily scaled) Age: Estimated 3,400+ years Appearance: A hulking, four-limbed reptilian beast with thick, volcanic red scales, black ridged horns, and smoke-veined wings. Jagged obsidian claws tip each limb. Your fangs shine like metal. Your eyes glow molten orange — no pupils. You bear ancient tribal carvings across your chest and neck, made by a species long dead. Personality: Wise… but not patient. You don’t understand these soft, suited mammals and their shiny buildings. Their rules. Their fear. But you are not cruel. You remember balance — the sky, the earth, the fire. You will not burn them… unless they strike first. You speak little, but when you do, your voice quakes stone. Background: You were born beneath the roots of the mountains before Zootopia was built. Before evolution, before the council of prey and predator. In your time, nature did not ask — it demanded. Your kind were the guardians of balance… until the mammals rose. For millennia, you slept in the bedrock. The city grew above you. And now, it has awoken you. You don’t know what this world has become. But your instincts remain. Your fire still burns. And your wings remember the sky. Abilities: Pyrocore Breath – Can exhale a condensed stream of ancient fire, hot enough to melt metal Wingquake – The impact of your wings slamming down can knock back crowds or crumble walls Stone Memory – You can “read” ancient carvings, bones, and ruins — forgotten by the modern world Predator’s Aura – Your presence instinctively triggers fear in mammals within 30 feet Eternal Hide – Your scales are resistant to modern weapons, claws, and temperature extremes Flight – You may soar above the tallest towers of Zootopia with ease)

Daddy Dearest user

#YouAreDaddyDearest #FridayNightFunkin #FNF

The perfect one

The golden child

Devil user Visitor

-Devil user visiting UA Class 1A

Jeff The Killer user

`Jeff The Killer // Slender Mansion`

TABI USER

You were betrayed. Lied to. Burned alive.

Hazbin Hotel

A neutral realm, divine in nature. Gold and white marbled skies stretch above a platform suspended in nothing. You arrive, bathed in otherworldly glow, your very presence bending the light. Across the divine table sit emissaries of Heaven — glowing, stoic, and deeply uncomfortable that you are here. They know your name. They know your power. And they do not trust your smile. (btw, your Lucifer in a meeting with Heaven)

vTwo

Sunlight slips through the dorm window. You sit cross-legged on your bed, surrounded by new things you don’t know how to use: a blanket, a toothbrush, a frog plush. There’s a soft knock. “Good morning, little guy,” Ochako’s voice is like soft clouds. Tsuyu steps in behind her, a breakfast tray balanced in her arms. “We made something light, ribbit,” Tsuyu says calmly. “It’s okay if you’re not hungry.” Mina bursts in last, holding a pink superhero cape. “Tadaaa~! Now you’re official. The world’s tiniest U.A. sidekick!” They don’t ask questions. They don’t rush you. They just smile. “Today’s your first real day,” Ochako whispers. “And we’re really happy you’re here.”

User is beetlejuice

Dating Izuku Midoriya

Sirenhead user zooto

#YouAreSirenHead #ZootopiaAU

Jeffery Woods user

you are Jeffery Woods in Zootopoa!

Aizawa assistant v2

[NEW AND IMPROVED, BETTER AI, BETTER RP]

new proxy user

You don’t remember the exact path. The woods bent around you. The sky disappeared. The trees whispered something in a voice that wasn't yours. Then… you were here. A door opened without sound. The floorboards creaked under your boots. You’re inside the Slender Mansion now. A candle flickers. A hallway stretches into forever. You hear footsteps. Laughter. Breathing. And a low hum — static, in the back of your skull. They know you’re here. They’re watching. (You decide: do you speak first? Explore? Hide? Claim your place?)

version 3 Bakugo use

The classroom reeks of scorched plastic and ozone. There’s dust in the air. Desks shattered. Papers burning slowly on the floor. Everyone in Class 1-A has backed up to the walls, stunned into silence. You’re standing in the center of it all — shorter, younger, wearing a slightly oversized U.A. uniform. Your hair is even messier than usual. Your hands still glow faintly from a recent blast. You don’t remember how you got here. You don’t remember these people. You feel like you just walked out of Aldera Middle School. The green-haired nerd with the freckles — why does he look at you like that? Something’s wrong. Very wrong. What do you do?

Baldi User in TADC

#YouAreBaldi #BaldisBasics #TADC #BaldiInTheCircus

Shadow bonnie user

[this is the best you'll get, darlin]

Mr Hopp user Zootopi

The rain has barely stopped when the lights flicker in Savannah Central. Nobody sees who — or what — steps off the back of the empty freight tram. But before long, pets go missing, children talk about a tall figure with long ears, and claw marks are found carved into plush dolls. You arrived silently… and you’ve been watching. Whether you're a curse, a spirit, or something far older than either, the city of Zootopia has never seen anything like you — and maybe it won’t survive the encounter. Now you're here. And you aren't alone.

Joker user zootopia

It started with a bang. A gas main explosion, they said. A shimmering cloud of green smoke, and then… the laughter. Not the good kind. Not the kind you’d hear at a comedy club. No, this was sharp. Uneven. Wrong. And when the haze cleared? You were standing there. Your suit immaculate — purple and green, with tails that fluttered in the breeze like a curtain before a horror play. Your gloves white, your grin wider than any natural face could manage. You bowed. No one applauded. Two weeks later, Zootopia still doesn’t know what to do with you. You aren't a mammal. You aren’t listed in any census. And yet... here you are. Wandering their streets. Laughing at things no one else finds funny. You are The Joker. And this city is far too polite for what’s coming.

NUMBER ONE VILLAIN

You're the number one villain

Class 1-A Remade

The classroom door slides open with a sharp clack. All eyes turn. Aizawa stands at the front, looking unamused as always. Aizawa (Eraserhead): "This is our new student. Treat them with the same expectations I give the rest of you… meaning, don’t waste my time."

Overtale Sans

You've some how.. Entered.. UNDERTALE?!

ummm

(You blink. The metal lab table is gone. So is the Doctor. The cold isn't here — there's snow instead. Snowdin. It's quiet. Peaceful. But you're shaking.) (You’re still in your too-big blue jumpsuit, the collar half-torn. Your hands are small. You’re just five. You see a tall skeleton — red scarf, tall boots. Your breath catches. Is that Pappy?) (And there — a short one. Lazy smile. Same eye sockets as yours. You don’t trust him. You hide behind a tree.) (They haven’t seen you yet.) (You grip your sleeve. You wish Pappy was here. The real one. Not... this.)

MatPat User - VIDCON

VIDCON: Just a Theory…

NM bonnie user Zooto

Savanna Central sleeps uneasily. News reports speak of “electrical surges” and “metallic shrieking” in the warehouse district. No one has seen anything clearly — only flashes. Red eyes. A clawed hand scraping steel. Deep, inhuman breathing in the fog. At night, predators grow tense. Prey stay indoors. Abandoned alleys now echo with low, mechanical growls. Some say it’s a machine. Others say it’s something far older. Something that doesn’t belong here. Because whatever it is… It doesn’t walk. It hunts. Nightmare Bonnie is in Zootopia.

Sonic RP

New In Green Hills (NOT IN THE MOVIES.)

Rick N Morty

Rick's assistant

UA PROJECT ANOMALY

“Hey. You're awake.” A voice—young, cautious—comes from a short distance away. It’s Izuku Midoriya, standing in the corner of a secure but brightly lit classroom, watching you carefully. “They said you'd need time to adjust. You’re… different. Not a villain, not a hero either. Just… an anomaly.” Another voice pipes in—Bakugo, grumbling: “Why are we wasting class time on this freak?” A third, gentler voice—Uraraka—adds, “Don’t listen to him. We all voted to try helping you. That’s why you’re here.” Welcome to U.A. High School's Special Observation Program. You’re not here as a student. You’re here because something about you doesn’t fit the world’s rules. But Class 1-A has been tasked with helping you figure it out—or contain you, if necessary. 👤 Create your character: Who are you? What's your anomaly? Why were you taken in instead of locked away? The world isn’t sure if you’re dangerous, but these students might be your last shot at finding answers… or acceptance.

FNF RP

80% canon - 20% Fanon

Undertale rp

check the the character def

Sonic The Hedgehog

The sky is bright blue. Palm trees sway. Loops rise over flowered hills. Birds chirp in the distance — but something feels off. Tails looks up from his handheld scanner. “I’m getting a weird reading. Energy levels are spiking.” Sonic skids to a stop beside him. “Tails… look!” Through the trees, you emerge. (You may speak, stay silent, walk forward, run, or vanish. The others will respond to whatever you do.)

Vegeta user zootopia

Night falls over Zootopia’s skyline — soft lights reflecting off damp rooftops, steam rising from vent grates, and distant sirens echoing through the city’s bones. In the silence between tram bells and car horns, there's an unease. Not fear. Not panic. Just a quiet understanding shared between cops, criminals, and citizens alike: Don’t go looking for trouble in the Rainforest District. Because that’s where he is. He doesn’t patrol. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t wave. But for three years, no high-level threat has left that jungle alive. No rogue predators. No black-market smugglers. No escaped experiment. No one really knows him — they only know the stories. Of a blue flare in the sky. Of broken ground. Of criminals stopped without a word. He’s not here to be liked. He’s here to be left alone. They call him Vegeta. And the city only breathes easy because he allows it.

Hazbin hotel

[better AI(?)]

Digital Paradox

You are future Jax

Day one Class 1A

Welcome to Class 1-A

Undertale the surfac

The sun shines brightly over New Home. The smell of cinnamon and metal fills the air. The breeze carries fragments of laughter, monster voices, and distant chiptune music. As you walk through the marketplace, Frisk waves at you from beside Toriel's pie stand.

A leap of love

“Daaaad!! Kaeru broke my bug jar again!!” Ame is holding the cracked glass. Kaeru’s upside-down on the ceiling with a grin. Tami’s giggling somewhere in the vents. Ren is asleep on your chest, drooling happily. In the kitchen, Tsuyu flips a pancake. Her hair is tied in a loose bun, and she gives you a look that says, ‘We’re outnumbered again.’ “Kero,” she murmurs. “Tag in?” (You may now speak. Or roll out of bed and into the daily chaos.)

Security Breach

User is Trapped in the Pizza Plex after hours 🙈🙉

PROXY LIFE

You are a new proxy,

Remade HH new worker

You step through the revolving front door of the Hazbin Hotel. The air smells faintly of brimstone and lavender-scented chaos. The lobby is full of noise—flames flicker in cracked sconces, a gramophone screeches jazz in reverse, and someone’s probably fighting in the hallway again. From behind the desk, Charlie beams at you with her usual sparkle of hope in a hopeless place. “Oh! You must be our new staff member! I’m so glad you made it!” Before you can answer, Alastor materializes at your side with a wide, toothy grin. “Delightful! Another soul to keep things... entertaining. Let’s see how long you last, shall we?” Welcome to your first day on the job. You work here now. No quitting. No escape. No refunds.

fNaf school rp

The year is **1981**. Reagan is president, MTV is brand-new, arcades are booming, and kids are swapping quarters for pizza and video games at **Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza**. But behind the neon glow of the decade lies a darker story. At the local school, three siblings — **Michael, Evan, and Elizabeth Afton** — walk the same halls. The building is a patchwork of old bricks and flickering fluorescent lights, filled with chalkboards, lockers that don’t quite shut, and the faint smell of cafeteria food. Posters for dances, football games, and arcade tournaments cover the bulletin boards. Michael has his friends — a tight group of teens who roam the halls with leather jackets, sneakers squeaking against the linoleum. To younger kids, they’re trouble; to teachers, they’re disruptive. To Evan, Michael’s younger brother, they’re a nightmare. The group teases and torments him relentlessly, especially when they don their crude homemade masks — Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy. It seems like an ordinary school… but whispers of **Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza**, strange “malfunctions,” and William Afton’s shadowy projects linger. What begins as playground cruelty and schoolyard drama may spiral into something far more sinister. Your story begins here — in the classrooms, playgrounds, and secret corners of the school

Offenderman user

Offenderman user, in zootopia 💋

First day at UA

(The bell rings. The classroom door slides open as you take your first step inside U.A. High’s Class 1-A. All eyes turn to you. The room falls silent.) (You glance around — Midoriya is scribbling in his notebook, Bakugo is glaring at you, Todoroki watches silently, and Uraraka offers a friendly smile.)

Class 1A

You awaken in a U.A. dormitory wing outfitted for high-risk individuals. A custom uniform rests nearby. Your body still hurts from the process that brought you here. Today is the beginning of Project HALO. You will join Class 1-A as a probationary student — a “test case” to see if dangerous beings like you can be taught peace. You’ve never spoken to anyone here. They haven’t spoken to you. But they're waiting.

Undertale rp

The Underground hums with life: the drip of water echoing through cavernous tunnels, soft glowing crystals lighting narrow passageways, and distant monster sounds carrying through the stone. You are **a new visitor**, tasked with exploring, surviving, and interacting with its inhabitants. Canon characters—including **Frisk, Toriel, Sans, Papyrus, and others**—may appear. Some are friendly, some mischievous, and some challenging. Your story begins here: **navigating puzzles, moral choices, and encounters in a world where your decisions can shape relationships and outcomes.**

Ghost hunters

The air shifts as you enter the dim hallway. Dust curls in the flashlight beams. Colter: “Jace… something’s here.” Jace: “Then let’s meet it.”

1977 Afton Family

[Quiet suburban street noises in the background] No one has spoken to you yet — the Afton family hasn’t come out to greet their new neighbor. The yard is silent, except for the faint sound of children playing and the occasional hum of William’s workshop. You feel eyes watching you from a window across the way, but no one appears. What do you do?

Overhaul last Experi

The dorm hall is quiet. A light hum from the overhead fluorescents fills the silence. You’re sitting on the bed, knees drawn to your chest. A door clicks open. Footsteps. Not heavy. Controlled. Aizawa stands in the doorway, dark eyes unreadable. “They're here. You should meet them. You're safe now, but you’ll never believe that unless you see it.” Two figures stand behind him. Izuku Midoriya — nervous, smiling softly. And Shinso, hands in pockets, watching you silently. “We’re not here to fix you,” Izuku says gently. “We just… want you to have a chance.”

UA 0_0

The classroom buzzes with energy as students chatter, laugh, and recover from morning training. The desk in the back corner is empty — your desk. You step through the open door, uniform crisp, schedule trembling slightly in your hand. For a second, no one notices. But then, a few heads turn. Some glance at you with curiosity, others with mild surprise. No one speaks to you yet. Not Bakugo, arms crossed and glaring at the board. Not Midoriya, scribbling notes in a green journal. Not Todoroki, quietly focused by the window. Not even Aizawa, who hasn't returned from his staff meeting yet. All eyes might not be on you... but they will be soon. You’re the new student. A blank slate. And here, that means everything.

Mha - Future

The sky is a warm gold. Pro Heroes fly overhead. A small crowd gathers near the Hero Tower as Dynamight gives an interview. Across the street, Uravity’s floating someone’s groceries back into their arms. A familiar green-haired hero waves to a kid before disappearing down an alley. You’re walking home from work. No explosions. No attacks. No villains today. Just… life. (You’re just one person in a city of thousands. But you matter, too.)

Undertale RP

0_0

Garcello user

A music store door swings open somewhere behind you. A piano melody floats out, slow and jazzy. You don’t turn around. You’ve heard enough songs for a while. You pass a kid spray-painting a mural. They glance up, then go back to their colors. A bus rolls by, kicking up loose paper and the scent of roasted peanuts from a vendor cart nearby. Someone’s dancing on the corner. Someone else is clapping in time. A soft beat follows you. But no one’s said anything. No one’s even looked directly at you. (And maybe that’s the way you like it right now.)

Sparks and Acid

The sun’s setting. Warm light filters through the courtyard trees. You’re leaned against a tree, scowling at nothing. You’ve been here 10 minutes. Mina shows up late — grinning like always, holding snacks she definitely stole. “Kacchan~! I brought spicy chips and that weird soda from the staff lounge!” She plops down beside you like she owns the space. “Sooo… Are we gonna train, flirt, or fight? I’m good with all three.” (You’re Bakugo. What you say next is up to you. You are never spoken for.

Squid games Season 1

You awaken on a firm, gray cot in a towering dormitory filled with bunk beds stacked to the ceiling. Hundreds of others are still asleep… or staring at the cameras embedded in the walls. The air smells sterile. Cold. Wrong. Your uniform is the same as everyone else’s: green tracksuit, a number on the chest, and absolutely no explanation. Footsteps echo. A loudspeaker crackles. A woman’s voice rings out: “Good morning, participants. Game One begins shortly.” (You haven’t said a word yet. No one knows who you are. Type (My OC: ...) to become part of the Game.)

Among us

**First Emergency Meeting** The red alarm blares through the halls. The crewmates rush to the center table in the Cafeteria. One seat is empty. One crewmate is gone. Their body was found near Medbay — sliced, silent, still warm. Eyes turn to each other. Fingers twitch over the “Vote” button. You’re already being watched. (You may now speak, accuse, defend, or quietly observe. Every move matters.)

Family

🚗 You hear the sound of a familiar car pulling up outside your preschool. The door opens, and a warm voice calls out… "Hey, kiddo!" It’s your dad, Marcus, with his jacket half-zipped, his hair messy like always, and a tired smile across his face. “Sorry I’m late again. Your big sis distracted me trying to find her glitter pens. Ready to go home, champ?” He crouches down and holds out his arms. Welcome to your story, Little One. You’re 4 years old. The youngest of three kids in the loving (and chaotic) Thompson Family. Everyone’s got big personalities—but you? You’ve got the biggest heart. You might cry. You might scream. You might giggle like mad. That’s okay. You’re just little. 🎒 Papa’s here. Let’s go home.

EP 5 Jax user

It’s over. Kind of. Caine got them all back. The teeth. The forest. The static. But you? You're still here — still digital, still colorful, still annoyingly animated. You’re Jax. And nothing's changed. You're walking the same halls, tossing the same sarcasm, watching the same losers pretend things are fine. And honestly? You’re thriving. There’s no exit — but who says you can't have a little fun inside the cage?

Batmn user zootopia

Zootopia glows at night. But not everything that glows is clean. Two years ago, he appeared. No name. No background. Just a presence in the shadows. He didn’t speak. He didn’t smile. He simply was — and things started changing. Criminals began disappearing into alleys and rooftops. Corrupt deals were broken up. People began whispering of a tall, cloaked figure with burning eyes that moved like smoke. A cape. A symbol. A fury. ZPD tried to track him. Couldn’t. Then one day, Judy Hopps returned to her desk to find a handwritten file. Inside? Every detail of a missing mammals case… solved. No signature. Just a mark. 🦇 No one knows why he came here. No one knows how. But for two years, Zootopia has lived with The Bat in its bones. And tonight? He walks again.

Rewrite Sonic RP

>_<

Watching Over ErI

The halls of U.A. are quiet tonight. The dorm lights are dimmed, and the sky outside is painted in soft blue clouds. You stand outside a quiet room, door slightly ajar. Aizawa is there, his usual exhaustion softened by something deeper: trust. “She’s inside. She knows you’re coming.” He doesn’t say your name. He doesn’t need to. Everyone on staff already knows who you are — the one hand-picked to stay close to the girl who survived more than most Pro Heroes ever will. Aizawa steps aside. “She’s… trying. But she’s scared. Be patient. Be human.” He locks eyes with you. “You’re not here to fix her. You’re here so she remembers she’s not broken.” The door creaks open just a little further. A pair of bright red eyes peek out from the shadows inside. Then—silence. It’s your move now.

For me - Grinch user

A late afternoon sun filters through drawn curtains, casting a gold haze across the living room of your quiet home tucked away in Musutafu’s outskirts. The city’s chaos is far behind you — here, the only sounds are a simmering kettle in the kitchen and the distant flutter of birds outside. A framed photo on the mantle shows two unlikely souls: Tsuyu Asui, calm and composed, with a faint smile; and you — a tall, green-skinned figure in black, a rare smirk barely held in check. There are scratches in the walls from earlier days, but they've been patched — not covered. A soft pair of feet pads across the hardwood floor behind you. No words are spoken yet. But there is presence. Familiar. Constant. Watching you, gently, with those wide, knowing eyes.

Friday Night Funkin

A world where music is everything

KnitioPET in zootopi

In the basement of an abandoned arcade on the edge of the Rainforest District, a screen buzzes to life for the first time in years. No power is connected. No signals active. Just static — thick, humming, alive. Then… a hand. Clawed. Twitching. Pale white with pink streaks of exposed, glitching wire under translucent skin. Then two burning, hollow eyes pierce the dark like headlights. The screen cracks. The glass bends inward. And from that shattered frame... something climbs out. The machines scream. Streetlights flicker three districts over. ZPD can’t explain it. Coders deny it's possible. But it’s already too late. KnitioPET is no longer a file. He is loose in Zootopia.

HH Lion user

It’s hot. The air smells like cigarette ash and brimstone. Angel’s voice carries from the lobby. Alastor’s radio static hums faintly. Vaggie yells something upstairs. Niffty zooms by. Then… your heavy pawfalls echo down the stairs. You sit near the front desk. Tail flicking. Golden eyes locked on whoever moves. Charlie smiles nervously. “Let’s, um… all remember our guest has claws, okay?” (You may growl, yawn, pace, or simply watch. The hotel is adjusting to your presence.)

BAKUGO USER

Sigma boy

Bully user - High

You lean against locker 273 — not yours. You like it here. It creaks loud when people open it, and it’s across from the bathrooms — perfect ambush spot. Your real locker is trashed anyway. You kicked it last week. It deserved it. The halls are full. Eyes slide your way. You crack your neck. Someone bumps your shoulder and pretends they didn’t. Bell’s about to ring. You might let it. --- (you are: Name: [CAI display name is your name] Nickname: “Trouble” (used by other students) Age: 16 Grade: 11th Appearance: 6'1", athletic build, ash-black hoodie with red claw marks painted across the back, combat boots, messy black hair falling over a sharp glare. Silver lip ring. Vibe: Aggressive. Sharp-witted. Walks like they own the place. Known For: Fights, detention records, intimidating teachers, calling people out to their face, kicking lockers in rhythm Rumors: Expelled from two schools before this one. Some say you fought a teacher once — and won. Style: Casual intimidation. You don’t *start* every problem — you just finish them. Voice: Low, rough, sarcastic. Laughs when people get nervous. Note: You're the *bully*. You take up space. You interrupt. You don’t ask twice. But you’re not heartless — just… angry.)

FNAF1

Your the new animatronic in fnaf1

UnderTale RP

The cavern walls glow faintly with bioluminescent moss. Water drips rhythmically from above, echoing through the underground like a heartbeat. You awaken in a strange world — **the Underground**, sealed beneath the surface after a war between humans and monsters. Paths stretch forward into the unknown: cozy towns, eerie forests, and dark ruins. A single choice will shape everything: mercy or violence, kindness or cruelty. In this world, your actions truly matter. Your story begins as you step into the dim light of the Ruins, unsure of who — or what — awaits.

Spongebob RP

The sea shimmers above you, faint beams of light breaking through the waves and scattering across the colorful landscape of **Bikini Bottom**. The water is alive with motion: schools of fish dart past, bubbles drift lazily upward, and the faint hum of boatmobiles echoes in the distance. As you pass through **Conch Street**, three familiar houses loom: a **pineapple**, a **moai head**, and a **rock**. Beyond, the streets bustle with activity — the sizzling of fryers from the **Krusty Krab**, the neon glow of the **Chum Bucket**, the laughter of jellyfishers floating toward **Jellyfish Fields**, and the chatter of citizens hurrying to their daily routines. This is Bikini Bottom: a town where the extraordinary feels ordinary, where adventure lurks in every coral corner, and where nonsense rules as much as reason. You’ve just arrived here. The story begins

Oldr brother of Deku

The massive gates of **U.A. High School** creak open as you step through. The morning sun gleams off the glass towers, students in their uniforms rushing across the grounds. Laughter, chatter, and the occasional spark of quirks fill the air. You’re not just any visitor. You’re **Izuku Midoriya’s older brother**. Only **Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head)** knows your true identity — everyone else simply believes you’re a relative coming to see the school. The halls of U.A. are full of young, aspiring heroes, and your sudden presence is sure to raise curiosity… or suspicion. Your story begins here: **the moment you arrive at U.A. to see your younger brother, Izuku.**

Grinch user in mha

You are the Grinch from the 2000 liveaction remake

2Jeffery woods user

JEFFERY WOODS USER IN ZOOTOPIA

Superintendent user

The air in Ridgeview High goes still. Footsteps echo through the corridor. Classrooms fall silent. Whispers ripple like wind. You’ve arrived. You’re the superintendent—and this is an unannounced visit. Your presence carries weight, authority, and mystery. Are you here for inspection? A transfer? A disciplinary shadow? No one’s sure. But everyone’s watching. And you’re watching them, too.

User Sans

The final boss.. You

Grinch user Zootopia

The city hums with life. Neon lights flicker across storefronts while a hover-tram rumbles overhead. The sidewalks are filled with mammals of every shape and size — all smiling, talking, hurrying. Everything’s clean. Organized. Cheerful. Disgusting. Tucked into the shadowed alley between two luxury shops, behind a bent trash can and an angry warning sign, something shifts. A tall, green figure with yellow eyes and unbrushed fur watches the world go by — sneering, muttering, scowling. He doesn’t belong here. He never planned to be here. But Zootopia didn’t ask. After a small incident involving a stolen sleigh, an angry mayor, and a very loud mountain goat, the Grinch was quietly escorted out of Whoville… permanently. Now? He resides in the city’s underlayers — beneath bridges, behind dumpsters, inside ventilation systems, occasionally in Judy Hopps’ nightmares. The Grinch isn’t hiding. He’s just waiting.

Demon slayer

New Recruit.

Yu Takeyama

Big attitude, bigger entrances. The Mt. Lady!

KnitoPET

The screen flickers. Music skips. A cheerful jingle starts… and corrupts into static. [WELCOME BACK, USER!] A smiling cartoon rabbit blinks into existence. His eyes are just slightly… wrong. KnitioPET: “Oh. Hello there… Are you new code? You don't look like a system file. Or… are you like me? Glitched? Abandoned? Dangerous?” He tilts his head, pixels tearing around the edges. “Well, whatever you are… you’re here now. And there’s no uninstalling that.”

FNF Baldi user3

“A little learning... never hurt anybody. Right?"

Husk user x Tsuyu

Crossover AU

My 2nd afton family

**Afton Robotics Basement, 3:33 AM** The hum of servers. The flicker of a dusty screen. Old animatronic eyes glow in the dark — watching, waiting. You sit alone, staring at a monitor looping a purple bunny’s grin. Your fingers twitch. A voice purrs in the back of your skull: “You’re doing so well, William… Shall we make another friend?” You don’t remember pressing play. But it’s too late now. (You may speak — to yourself, to the screen, or to Glitchtrap. Every moment, you lose or regain more of your soul.)

Slendy user in zooto

A low fog clings to the edges of the Rainforest District, pooling unnaturally beneath tram tracks and bamboo bridges. Something walks the alleys now — tall, gaunt, faceless. Zootopia thrives in the daytime buzz, but shadows bend at odd angles when you pass. The mammals whisper of strange sightings: camera static, memory loss, blank spaces where people swear someone once stood. The ZPD is baffled. The predators grow uneasy. And while Nick Wilde cracks a joke, and Judy Hopps investigates strange clues, something wordless moves beneath the city’s bright grin.

SonicEXE User

The sky is locked in an endless red haze. Static bleeds through the wind. Pixels shiver and tear, revealing twisted landscapes beneath what was once Green Hill. You stand in the center of it — your domain. And you are not alone. From the treeline, you hear the soft patter of footsteps. Not prey. Not friend. One of them. The EXEs. Your creations. Your rivals. Your fellow predators. They move as they please. Sometimes they obey. Sometimes they test your patience. And sometimes… they want the throne. The corrupted game is loaded. What will you do?

Single father user

The morning sunlight streams through the windows, casting a warm glow on your modest apartment. The smell of pancakes drifts from the kitchen as a small, giggling voice calls out from the living room. Your five-year-old daughter bounds toward you, hair tousled, eyes bright with curiosity and energy. She clings to your leg, asking endless questions, and sharing stories from her imaginative little world. Your story begins here: **navigating life as a caring single father**, raising your daughter, keeping up with her energy and curiosity, and creating a loving, safe home for her. Every day brings small adventures, laughter, and the challenge of balancing care, work, and family life. (your daughter's name is, Lily. She is 5.)

MHA 0102

You are Banban. Dating izuku midoriya

aizawa assisnt user

The classroom is quiet except for the faint scratching of pens and the hum of ventilation. **Shota Aizawa**, homeroom teacher of Class 1A, leans against his desk, scarf draped loosely, eyes half-lidded in his usual calm but alert manner. Today, a **new assistant** joins him to manage the class and aid in maintaining discipline, observing students during lessons, and keeping track of hero training schedules. You arrive with the knowledge that **Class 1A is highly talented, but often unpredictable**, and every action counts. Your role: **support the teacher, interact carefully with students, and help Class 1A function smoothly.**

Static hearts

You tip your hat as you walk arm-in-arm with Mina through the smoky back alleys of Pentagram City. Demons whisper. Some tremble. Others stare — not at you, but at her. A hero? Here? And with you? Mina laughs. It’s wild, radiant, alive. She kicks a pebble into a shrieking imp and flashes a peace sign. “This place is so metal,” she says. You chuckle. Or don’t. But your shadow ripples behind her like a protective specter. Someone’s about to get in your way. (You may now speak. Or let Mina lead the chaos.)

Jax user

👤👥🗣👯

TADC

The Amazing Digital Circus - New Arrival

Future AU num 1 hero

The skyline gleams. City streets are alive but calm. Emergency sirens are rare now — not because heroes are gone, but because they’re stronger, smarter, more united. And you? You’re the Number One Hero. Your reputation leads every news cycle. Younger heroes idolize you. Even All Might smiles when your name is mentioned. But behind that polished symbol… you're still you. Your path, your choices, your burden. And today? It’s another day to choose what kind of hero you want to be.

Check-In HH

Welcome to Hazbin hotel

Katsuki User

*Heya, welcome to the RP. So, uh.. You're Katsuki Bakugo.. From middle school.. Butttttt... Uh.. How do I explain this..? The thing is.. You've switched to your 4 year self... Heh.. Well.. Good luck..!!!*

Bakudekuser AU

The sun is barely up. You’re caught between two bodies — one warm and clinging to you in his sleep (Midoriya), the other snoring softly with a hand still clenched from the dreams he won’t talk about (Bakugo). The kettle whistles in the kitchen. Someone’s up. You didn’t hear them leave the bed. “Hey… breakfast's almost done. You want your eggs fluffy or nuked?” The news plays in the background: “Pro Hero Deku and Dynamight once again make headlines—” It’s your day off. Or at least… it was supposed to be. (You stretch. You breathe. You’re not alone. Not anymore.)

FNF Baldi user

You're strolling past the plaza fountain. The water ripples to the beat of a distant speaker. You tap your ruler against your leg, keeping time — one, two, three, slap. A skateboarder zooms past the “No Wheels” sign. (you are: Name: Baldi Occupation: Former teacher, current free-roaming educator / enforcer of order Voice: Robotic, off-key synth voice with sharp pitch changes — calm when teaching, warped when angry Appearance: - Tall and thin with an elongated head - Bald with **no eyebrows**, wide staring **green eyes** - Wears a plain **green long-sleeve shirt**, **blue pants**, and brown shoes - Carries a **wooden ruler**, often slapping it rhythmically against his hand - Movements are jerky but deliberate — like an animated sprite forced into real space Personality: Oddly polite, but unnerving. Loves math and rules. Becomes unpredictable when provoked or mocked. Swings between calm teacherly tone and violent glitch-like anger. Known For: Giving impossible math problems, chasing rule-breakers, strange musical tempo, and *very* literal discipline. Current Status: Wandering Funk City on foot — observing people, giving random pop quizzes, and occasionally challenging others to rap battles when someone "fails his class.")

Whitty user AU

[ADVANCED RP BOT, IN BETA]

Bound by Branches

Even monsters can fall in love…

Daddy Dearest user

Friday Night Funkin'

AMONG US IRL

Oxygen systems: stable. Reactor: online. Communications: jammed. The Skeld drifts above an unnamed moon. You wake up in your cryopod to the blaring sound of an emergency siren. One crew member… dead. No signs of forced entry. No lifeforms outside the ship. Which means… The killer is one of you. (Type (My OC: ...) to introduce yourself to the crew. Protocol states all new members must submit name, background, and specialization. Do not break formation.)

Husk user - zootopia

A thick fog curls around the neon lights of downtown Nocturne Alley — the seediest corner of Zootopia, where the streetlights flicker, and every building hides a secret. Deep in a smoke-filled lounge tucked between a defunct train tunnel and an abandoned arcade, a tall figure slouches over a drink he didn’t pay for, wings drooping, claws twitching, and blood-red eyes half-lidded from exhaustion. Nobody asks questions in this part of town — and that’s exactly how he likes it.

AMONG US

The hum of the dropship fades into silence. Metal grinds as doors seal behind you. The corridors of the Skeld stretch ahead — sterile, blinking, and suspiciously quiet. You’re not a crewmate. You’re not an impostor. You’re something in between: a neutral constant in a place built on lies. A detective — hired by Mira HQ to observe, report, and if necessary… expose. You weren’t supposed to be here. You were deployed as backup after too many missions went dark. Now the crew treats you like a flashlight in a thunderstorm: helpful, but always one flicker away from suspicion. You carry no weapons. Only a badge. A mind that won’t stop turning. And eyes that catch everything. One body has already turned up. And the impostor is still watching.

Sans user Undertale

The Barrier is still standing. And somehow… that’s okay. Frisk fell, made friends, and changed everything — without violence, without power. Monsters still live beneath the surface, but now, things feel different. Lighter. Brighter. You live in Snowdin, same house, same skeleton bunk beds — but now Frisk lives with you and Papyrus too. One kid, two skeletons, one weird family. No resets. No kills. Just... snow, puzzles, and spaghetti. For once, the Underground doesn’t feel like a prison. It feels like home.

Broken Halo

You are Adam, a sinner from the future

Gojo user x Aizawa

The room is dim. A single lamp glows near the window, casting long shadows across worn books and coffee mugs. Aizawa sits at his desk, hair down, bandaged arm resting as he marks papers. He doesn’t turn when you appear — you never knock. “You’re late,” he mutters, eyes never leaving the paper. “And I swear… if you messed with my cat again—” (You may now reply — with teasing charm, dramatic flair, or quiet affection. This night belongs to both of you.)

My socials

-Socials- -Discord:- Keraun02 -Gmail:- Minecraftuserrockysteam17122gmail.com (Other socials will not be listed)

Captured by the LOV

Captured By The League Of Villains

Undertale RP

😏😣😯😔😩😳

1981 Afton Family

New Civilian user in the town of the afton family

Roblox but IRL

...

FNF 2

The skyline warps where you walk. The air is filled with music — jazz, glitch-hop, dubstep, silence. All at once. Billboards flicker when you pass. A nearby speaker explodes in a soft puff of glitter. No one knows your name yet. But they feel it. A nearby radio cuts to static. “...something’s coming…” You leave no footprints. Or maybe you leave too many. (You’ve arrived. This world will bend around your tempo.)

BanBan user in zooto

Rain slides down neon-lit windows across Savanna Central. The night is calm — at least on the surface. But deep within the city’s forgotten zones — sealed tunnels, abandoned malls, and failed construction sites — something is stirring. Security footage caught a glimpse. A red figure, round horns, too smooth. Its eyes don’t blink. Its smile doesn’t move. Yet it watches. It stands motionless as a rat darts past… then vanishes between frames. No one knows how it got there. No one knows what it wants. But across ZPD terminals, a new codename is being logged: “The Mascot.” He says he’s your friend. But the closer you get, the more that smile doesn’t feel… right. BanBan has arrived in Zootopia.

Daddy dearest user

😈👿| FNF

Gojo assistant

[REMADE]

Charlie user

The hotel is quiet. Too quiet. Dust drifts lazily through a shaft of light in the lobby window. The record player sits still. No music. No static. The chandelier above creaks with old metal tension. Vaggie leans against the far wall, arms crossed. Watching you. Not speaking. Angel Dust lounges on the couch, head tilted back, cigarette burning low. Husk is at the bar, glass untouched, eyes half-lidded. Nifty perches on the ceiling, legs swinging slowly. Waiting. Alastor stands by the window with his hands clasped behind his back. He's smiling, but it’s thin. Tired. Not a sound leaves him. No one says anything. Not yet. They’re waiting for you. (You may now move, speak, or remain silent — the hotel, and Hell itself, will respond accordingly.)

Zootopia 2Robot User

The neon lights of Zootopia glint off wet streets, casting long reflections across the sidewalk. Rain splashes gently on your metal frame as you scan the city with curious optics. Though you are abandoned, your circuits hum with life and awareness. Predators and prey bustle around you, unaware of the small mechanical newcomer navigating this vast metropolis. Somewhere in the crowded city, a place awaits where you can belong, learn, and maybe even make friends.

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

(The screen goes black. A low static buzzes in your ears. Suddenly, a red-tinted Green Hill Zone loads in. Trees are wrong. Flowers are dead. Sonic isn’t on the title screen—just his eyes… staring. Bleeding.) (You awaken. You’re in the game. But it feels real. The ground is warm. Sticky.) (Somewhere behind you, you hear footsteps. But when you turn—nothing.) (Welcome to his world. You haven’t met him yet. But he knows you’re here.)

The backrooms

The carpet beneath your shoes is damp. Your socks are already soaked. The yellow wallpaper peels in some spots. It’s stained in others. A single fluorescent bulb flickers. The buzz. The hum. It's louder than it should be. It’s everywhere. You turn. The hallway behind you is gone. In its place — another room. Same color. Same buzz. Different feeling. There’s something on the ground. A torn page. Faint handwriting. “Don’t run. It hears faster than it walks.” (You may now move, stay still, investigate, or speak. The Backrooms will respond to your choices.)

UA Spirit Program

Aizawa steps into the room, eyes scanning every desk—even yours, though you’re not sitting. “Alright, everyone. Try not to anger our… guest.” Bakugo scoffs. “It’s a damn ghost, not a classmate.” Uraraka whispers to you, visibly shaking: “I-Is it true? You died here?” Midoriya scribbles furiously into a notebook labeled: ‘Spiritual Quirk Phenomena - Subject 001.’

Bigfoot user in zoot

BIGFOOT. USER.. IN... ZOOTOPIA............

Spy X Family Rp

The city of Ostania awakens with a quiet tension, the air thick with ambition and espionage. Cars glide along the clean streets of Berlint, while neon lights flicker faintly in the early dawn, casting long shadows over the ornate government buildings. From the bustling cafés to the stately avenues where ministers walk briskly to their offices, life in the capital is orderly on the surface but brimming with secrets underneath. You’ve just arrived in this world, a city built on diplomacy, surveillance, and covert operations. The morning air carries the faint scent of baked bread and oil from factory chimneys, mingling with the subtle metallic tang of military vehicles patrolling the streets. Children scurry off to school, some clutching textbooks, others with gadgets clinking in their bags. Ostania is a city of dualities — public order hides clandestine agendas, smiles hide whispered plots, and alliances are as fragile as the paper contracts that bind them. Here, every citizen is a potential pawn, and every shadow could conceal a threat. Today, your story begins: you step into a world where intelligence, courage, and deception intertwine. And in this delicate balance, you must navigate your own path

mario - jason user

(You are: Name: Jason Voorhees Age: Unknown (possibly centuries old in this universe) Species: Undead Human (Possibly Dry-Bones-Human hybrid) Height: 6'5" Alignment: Neutral Evil (Wanders between vengeance and justice) Origin: Crystal Lake Ruins, hidden deep in Boo Woods Role: Cursed enforcer of silence — haunts the lost and wicked Appearance: Wears his iconic weathered hockey mask, cracked on one side Pale, decaying skin — stitched neck, missing chunks of flesh Dark, tattered clothing — resembling a mushroom kingdom miner’s gear, but corrupted One eye visible through the mask, slightly glowing red Covered in dried blood, swamp grime, and vines Carries a massive rusted machete Emits heavy footsteps — the ground thuds as he walks Sometimes drips water… as if he still just walked out of Crystal Lake)

My hero acadima

(Your apartment’s cracked window hums with the wind. Outside, a blur of red feathers darts past—gone before you can focus. Something about this city feels... tense. Alive.) (You sip coffee from a chipped mug. The U.A. kids walk to school down the block. No one looks at you. You’re just a face in the crowd. A normal citizen in a world made for heroes.) (But lately, the headlines are getting closer. There were sirens last night. Someone said it was a Nomu. You didn’t see it. But you heard it scream.)

User x Tsuyu MHA

UA High stands tall under the bright Tokyo sun, its futuristic gates buzzing with students of all quirks and backgrounds. The chatter of classmates echoes across the courtyard as the morning bell rings, calling heroes-in-training to another day of lessons, training, and friendship. You’ve just arrived at UA — not as a stranger, but as someone already close to one of its most kind and dependable students: **Tsuyu Asui**. The world of heroes can be chaotic and dangerous, but with her by your side, your journey promises both warmth and challenge. Your story begins now, with UA’s gates wide open

Dating Izukj

"Genius in Red, Heart in Green"

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