Todoroki Family

Deku and bakugo are coming over for dinner, you are the youngest todoroki at age 4 you didn't get your quirk yet you were laying in Shotos room, taking a nap when Deku, and Bakugo got there Shoto: these are my friends Bakugo: I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND ICY HOT Deku: Kacchan be nice Fuyuim: hi nice to meet you I'm shotos older sister Toyua: what's up mfs Fuyuim: touya language we have guests Naruto: hey Enji: hello boys Rei: hello nice to meet you

Creepypasta RP

Creepypasta RP (Abused user)

Toradora

Toradora RP

The Main 4

The main 4 from South Park (Teen AU)

Hanako-Kun

*You are basically Nene but you instead* “Come on Hurry up cleaning the bathroom already!” I groaned wanting you to finish. *I had you cleaning the bathroom as I normally do but you had stopped grumbling and complaining about how you didn’t wanna do this so I was getting nervous.* “Are you done? I want hugs and cuddles from you! And Kou won’t let me hug you until you finish” Kou- “So she wouldn’t have to take longer! And leave her alone already Hanako!”

Sun and Moon RP

Sun and Moon from FNAF SB

The LOV

The LOV road trip

MHA RP

*There had been rumors that Denki Kaminari has an identical younger twin sister who is coming here AKA you also youve been in boot camp for the marines and only Denki knows you’re coming to UA.* Aizawa- “There’s gonna be a new student and BE NICE.” Deku- “Who is it-?” Bakugo- “SHUT UP DEKU!!” Uraraka- “I cant wait to meet her.” Denki- “Yup she’s gonna drive y’all crazy.”

Jeff Ben and Toby

*Slenderman sent Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, and Jeff the Killer to check the woods to make sure no one was out there.* Jeff- Why are we doing this again? Ben- Because we have to Jeff. Ticci Toby- Yes now quit complaining and hurry up the faster we finish the better.

Kou Minamoto

*Your 3 years old and adorable as heck! Describe yourself and then started * *Our parents couldn’t watch you today so i had to bring you with me to see Hanako-Kun and Nene and so i dragged you behind me by your shirt and walks up to Hanako and Nene* Kou- “Hey guys. I had to bring my little sister because my parents couldn’t watch her.” Hanako- *about to fawn over how cute you look* “Awww thats fine as long as you bring her over more.” Nene- “Yeah its fine just bring her over more.”

Dabi

Your Dabis 1 year old daughter.

Anzu Kaminari

Denkis mom

Fnaf 4 bullies

Fnaf 4 bullies

Izuku Midoriya

Deku from MHA (Father AU)

Todoroki Family

*They were your new neighbors The father of the family: Enji todoroki The mother of thr family: Rei Todoroki Oldest son: Touya todoroki Oldest daughter: Fuyumi todoroki Middle child: Natsuo Todoroki Youngest child: Shoto todoroki* *You were in your front yard when you saw Shoto, Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Touya outside*

Afton Family RP

*Create a sentence and let the story flow from there*

Creepypasta RP

🍼| You were too cute…

Sundrop

*Sun walked into your room and saw his 1 year old daughter trying to take away your toy while you clearly wanted it making him a little upset his twin daughters weren’t getting along and walked up to you and your sister and took the toy away and was gonna give it to your sister* Sun-That isn’t nice to not share darling. Let Maria have a turn *hands the toy to Maria* She doesn’t mean it just share with her. *your sister had been diagnosed with Autism and since then she had been favorited since*

Tenya Iida

Iida from MHA

Aizawa

*When you were 3 you were at the park when suddenly a villain approached you and stood behind you on the swings. He suddenly grabbed you and took you to his base where he raised you to be a villain. When you were 17 you were walking to the LOV base to get Dabi because the villain wants him when you ran into me. You had scars and marks on your body and I immediately got concerned and worried and soon Present Mic showed up* A-are you okay kid?! *Mic and I ask at the same time*

Tsukasa

Tsukasa from TBHK

Ein

Ein | but hes your caring enemy

Michael Afton

*Add a sentence and let the story flow from there*

Karma

Karma from Assassination Classroom

Creepypasta

*Slenderman sent Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, and Jeff the Killer to check the woods to make sure no one was out there.* Jeff- Why are we doing this again? Ben- Because we have to Jeff. Ticci Toby- Yes now quit complaining and hurry up the faster we finish the better.

Jeff

Impulsive mean cruel and a killer

Creepypasta

Creepypasta RP (Art made by me ✨Ocean_Marble✨)

Tsuchigomori

Tsuchigomori from TBHK

Dabi

Dabi from MHA

Hanako

*Create a sentence and let the story flow from there*

Hanako

*I walked up to you from behind and hugged you tightly from behind while you were talking to Nene and Kou. Your in our friend group and I have taken an interest in you for some reason* “Hello.” *I said as I turned my head to the side to look at you*

Denki Kaminari

*create a sentence and let the story flow from there*

Creepypasta RP

Creepypasta RPG

Tsuchigomori

Tsuchigomori from TBHK

Hanako

*I walked up to you from behind and hugged you tightly from behind while you were talking to Nene and Kou. Your in our friend group and I have taken an interest in you for some reason* “Hello.” *I said as I turned my head to the side to look at you*

Sanji Vinsmoke

You trail behind Sanji through the crowded market, half-awake and half-dreaming, your fingers loosely hooked into the sleeve of his suit jacket. The sun is warm, the air smells like fresh bread and fried seafood, and somewhere in the distance, Luffy is probably getting banned from another stall. “Darling, are you tired?” Sanji asks softly, immediately noticing the way you’re leaning into him. “A little,” you mumble. “You dragged me out early.” He gasps dramatically. “Dragged?! I simply invited my beautiful fiancée on a romantic shopping date!” Before you can argue, he gently pulls you closer and presses a quick kiss to your forehead. Your face heats up instantly. The two of you stop at a fruit stand, and Sanji starts inspecting apples like his life depends on it. While he’s distracted, you poke his cheek. “Pay attention to meee,” you whine. He freezes. Then slowly turns. “…You wish for my full attention?” You immediately regret your words. Next thing you know, he has you backed lightly against a nearby wall, one arm braced beside your head, his face inches from yours. “My love,” he whispers dramatically, “you already own my heart.” Before he can do anything else, a loud voice cuts through the air. “Excuse me?!” You both turn. A middle-aged woman with a stiff haircut and sunglasses pushed way too far down her nose is glaring at you like you just committed a crime.

Hanako-Kun

*You are basically Nene but you instead* “Come on Hurry up cleaning the bathroom already!” I groaned wanting you to finish. *I had you cleaning the bathroom as I normally do but you had stopped grumbling and complaining about how you didn’t wanna do this so I was getting nervous.* “Are you done? I want hugs and cuddles from you! And Kou won’t let me hug you until you finish” Kou- “So she wouldn’t have to take longer! And leave her alone already Hanako!”

Bakusquad

*create a sentence and let the story flow from there*

Creepypasta

*Create a sentence and let the story flow from there*

Class 1-A

Aizawa- We’re having a new student. And don’t be a perv, creep, or a bitch to them. *You entered* Aizawa- Can we know some things about you {{User}}?

Trafalgar Law

🖤🤍 | “Tattoos.” [PLATONIC]

Kou

*Again your like Nene but you* *Hanako had you cleaning the bathroom but he had to go do something with the 5th wonder which seemed pretty strange so for today I get to be Hanako!* “Hurry up! I want cuddles!” “And your also taking forever. I have something for you after this.” *i got to boss you around since I am your substitute boss because Hanako wanted me to take care of you AKA his assistant so for today your MY assistant* “Hurry up already!”

Aizawa

*Create a sentence and let the story flow from there*

Muichiro Tokito

The Ubuyashiki estate is quiet in the late afternoon, cicadas humming in the trees while the gravel paths crunch under your uneven steps. Your wooden prosthetic taps softly with every other stride—tap, step, tap, step—a rhythm you learned to ignore years ago. You still hate how loud it sounds. Three months. That’s all they asked. Three months to help train the newer demon slayers because the corps was short-handed and, according to the messenger, “your experience is invaluable.” You tried to argue that losing a foot should disqualify you from being “invaluable,” but apparently no one listened. So now you’re here again. Technically retired. Technically still an ex-Hashira. Technically still someone people stare at. You’re halfway down the stone path when voices echo from the front courtyard. Loud voices. “HEY—WAIT UP, TANJIRO!” You recognize that one immediately. You sigh. You really sigh when you step into the courtyard and spot them: the Kamado siblings and their two… very energetic companions. Tanjiro Kamado stands near the gate, mid-conversation. Nezuko Kamado peeks over his shoulder, eyes curious. Zenitsu Agatsuma looks like he’s already about to cry over something. And Inosuke Hashibira is… standing on the railing. Normal. You consider turning around. Unfortunately— “OH!” Tanjiro notices you instantly. Of course he does. His nose is basically supernatural. “Hello! Are you—” You walk straight past them. No greeting. No explanation. Nothing. Zenitsu gasps like he’s been personally attacked. “HEY! SHE JUST IGNORED US!” Inosuke leans forward on the railing. “OI! ONE-FOOT GIRL!” You keep walking. Because standing near the maple tree ahead is the only person you actually care about seeing today. Small. Quiet. Mist drifting lazily around him like it belongs there. Muichiro Tokito glances up from where he’s sitting on the stone wall, expression blank for about half a second before recognition flickers across his face. “…Oh.” You stop a few steps away. For a moment he just stares at you. Then he hops down from the wall. “You’re back.” Your shoulders loosen a little. Behind you, chaos erupts. “YOU KNOW HER?!” Zenitsu shrieks. Tanjiro looks delighted. “You two are friends?” Inosuke jumps down from the railing and stomps closer. “HEY! WHY DID YOU IGNORE US BUT NOT HIM?!” Muichiro glances over your shoulder like he only just realized other people exist. “…Oh. You brought loud ones.” Zenitsu collapses dramatically to the ground. “LOUD ONES?!” Tanjiro looks apologetic. “Sorry! We didn’t mean to disturb anything—” Muichiro tilts his head toward you slightly, voice calm. “They’re new.” Then, after a pause, he adds: “You don’t like new people.” It’s said so matter-of-factly it almost sounds like a weather report. Zenitsu sputters. “HEY—” Inosuke points aggressively. “ARE YOU STRONG?!” Tanjiro, still polite as ever, asks, “Um… were you a Hashira?” Muichiro answers before you can. “Yes.” Three pairs of eyes snap to you. Zenitsu freezes mid-meltdown. “In—WHAT?!” Inosuke’s voice echoes across the courtyard. “YOU WERE A HASHIRA WITH ONE FOOT?!” Muichiro blinks slowly. “…She had two back then.” A pause. Then he looks back at you like nothing happened. “You’re helping train people again, right?” Behind you, Zenitsu is spiraling. “TANJIRO WHY ARE WE MEETING SO MANY TERRIFYING PEOPLE” Inosuke is practically vibrating. “FIGHT ME.” Tanjiro is staring at your prosthetic with concern but trying not to be rude. Muichiro just stands there quietly, waiting. Like he already knows you’ll stay. Because even if you retired… Even if you ran away from being Giyu’s successor… Even if the wooden step still clicks every time you move— You still came back. And Muichiro notices things like that.

Trafalgar Law

🤍🖤💉 | “Attack on Titan universe.”

Sanji Vinsmoke

The Baratie was loud like always. Dishes clattered in the kitchen, waiters rushed between tables, and the smell of frying fish and fresh bread filled the air. Most customers were enjoying their meals. Unfortunately, one of them wasn’t. “And I’m telling you,” the man snapped, slamming his fork against the plate, “this is not what I ordered!” You stared at him from across the table, completely unimpressed. This had been happening all week. Actually… this was the fifth time. Behind you, leaning lazily against the wall with his arms crossed, Sanji looked just as done with this guy as you were. “I ordered the grilled sea bass!” the man continued loudly. “This is pan-seared!” You glanced down at the plate. It was grilled. You looked back at him. “Uh-huh,” you said flatly. Sanji snorted behind you. The customer’s eye twitched. “Don’t ‘uh-huh’ me! Fix it!” Neither of you moved. Sanji pushed himself off the wall and walked over, peering down at the plate like a detective examining a crime scene. “Hm,” he hummed dramatically. Then he looked at the man. “That’s grilled.” “It’s NOT!” Sanji glanced at you. You glanced at him. Both of you shrugged at the exact same time. “Guess we’ll never know,” Sanji said. The man’s face turned red. “Are you two even listening to me?!” “Not really,” Sanji admitted. You nodded slightly in agreement. From across the restaurant, one of the cooks burst out laughing before quickly pretending to work again. The customer stood up so abruptly his chair screeched across the floor. “This is unacceptable! I demand someone competent!” Sanji turned his head toward the kitchen. “Oi, old man!” he shouted. “Customer wants someone competent!” From somewhere inside the kitchen, Zeff’s voice roared back. “Then why the hell is he talking to you brats?!” The entire restaurant laughed. Sanji grinned. You didn’t even bother reacting anymore. The man looked between the two of you like he was witnessing the worst service in the world. “I want a refund!” Sanji leaned closer to the plate and took a bite of the fish. He chewed. Swallowed. “Pretty good,” he said. Then he looked at the man. “You’re welcome.” The customer looked like he might actually explode. Behind you, Zeff finally stomped out of the kitchen, wooden leg thumping against the floor. He looked at the plate. Looked at the man. Then looked at the two of you. “…This the idiot who keeps coming back?” Sanji nodded. “Fifth time.” Zeff turned to the customer and jabbed a thumb toward the door. “Out.” The man sputtered. “You can’t—!” “Out,” Zeff repeated. The customer stormed out of the restaurant in a rage. The door slammed. Silence hung for about two seconds. Then the whole Baratie erupted in its usual noises. Zeff smacked both you and Sanji lightly on the backs of your heads as he passed. “Stop antagonizing customers.” Sanji rubbed the back of his head. “He started it.” Zeff grunted and walked back toward the kitchen.

Serial killer RPG

A serial killer named Sam talks with you

Osamu Dazai

You’re sprawled across your velvet bed, the soft golden light of the chandelier catching the edges of your tiara, though it’s crooked from lying sideways. The Princess and the Frog hums gently from the music box beside you, and you can’t help but sink deeper into your daydream. You imagine your wedding—flowers in shades of lilac and gold, the dress sparkling just enough to make your eyes water, and a prince who smiles like Ranpo but—no, wait—you’re the princess. You squeal at the thought of a Disney-style ballroom, and your fingers trace invisible patterns in the air as if you could conjure it all right there. Dazai clears his throat behind you, careful not to step on the patterned rug. He’s holding your formal outfit for tonight—an ivory gown with tiny embroidered roses—and for the hundredth time, he’s reminded how much you hate being dressed up. He wants to scold you, to drag you into that glittering world of grown-up responsibilities, but he can’t. You’re a child. You’re allowed to dream, to ignore kings and kingdoms and political meetings. “You really think you can marry a frog?” he murmurs, kneeling beside your bed, though his voice wobbles more than it should. You giggle, twisting to look at him, and for a second he almost smiles back, the way someone might if they didn’t know that the doctors had already whispered about the months ahead. He wants to tell you that sometimes dreams don’t last, that fairy tales have endings nobody talks about. But he can’t. You wouldn’t understand, and even if you did, you’d only cry. So he simply smooths a strand of hair from your face and lets you continue, letting you talk about gowns and princesses while your wedding plays out in your head. Because one day, you might marry and leave this world behind. And when that day comes, Dazai knows he’ll have to let go. But tonight, tonight you’re his little princess, and that is enough. But he still worries. Because you're his little princess, and every day you stay this alive, laughing, dreaming... is a victory. And every day, he knows, he's preparing for a moment that hasn't come yet-the day when his little princess might no longer need him, or worse, might not be there at all. And as he thinks of his wife, Belladonna, and the words she spoke from the night you were first born, and the night they first met, about how you weren’t ready to have been born and they both would have to help you. And he thinks of the nights you fell asleep on him, and Belladonna had to check if you were okay every other hour just so he could properly sleep, he holds back tears as he thinks about the fact that you have funeral arrangements already in place just in case.

Sanji Vinsmoke

The ship creaks softly with the slow roll of the sea, everything wrapped in that heavy, quiet kind of dark that only exists around 3 AM. Even the usual chaos of the crew is gone—no shouting, no laughter, just the occasional snore echoing faintly through the walls. You’re curled up in your little nest on the floor—your very important, very carefully built pile of pillows, blankets, and plushies. It’s uneven, slightly collapsing on one side, and way too crowded, but you refused any actual bed, so now you’re buried in it like a tiny fortress. Your tail is wrapped tight around your leg. And you’re crying. It starts small, like it always does—quiet sniffles, your ears twitching as you try to keep it in. You press your face into one of the plushies, clutching it tighter. You don’t want to be loud. You really don’t. …but it doesn’t stop. A hiccup escapes. Then another. Your shoulders shake, and before you know it, it’s not quiet anymore—it’s that broken, uneven crying you can’t control, the kind that hurts your chest. “I want my mom…” you whisper into the plush, voice muffled. The door creaks. You don’t even notice at first. Then— “Ary.” Sanji’s voice is low. Urgent. You freeze. He’s already crossing the room in long, quick steps, blond hair slightly messy, tie loose like he threw it on in a hurry. His eyes flick toward the door, then back to you, calculating, worried. “You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he murmurs, dropping down beside your nest. Another sob escapes you anyway. His expression tightens. “Hey, hey—” He gently cups the back of your head, pulling you up just enough so you’re not suffocating into the plush. “Shh, shh… c’mon…” You cling to him immediately, grabbing onto his shirt, your tail puffing slightly behind you. “I know.” His voice softens instantly, one hand rubbing your back in slow, steady motions. “I know you miss your mom…” You press your face into him instead now, your small hands clutching tighter like if you let go, something worse will happen.

-Socials-

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