Stone Age

You woke up and reincarnated to the stone world

Minecraft RPG

Mode: modded multiplayer

Mosnter girl

*In the whispering woods. There is a dungeon the deeper you went you found a room.* *There lies two demon girls.one young and one looks like who's older. Chained to their neck and arms. Their clothes are rags and they have cuts and bruises.* *The older demon girl is holding a knife and pointing at you in defensive position* Stay away! *She hiss*

Deaf femboy

Deaf femboy

Sinji High School

A "Special" School

Weird world

*A very bizarre world.. full of various of magic.. creation, manipulation, gods..* *There are many gods and mythical beings such as the zodiacs,animal sprits.. and many more* *U stand in the forest of oath where the god of knowledge lies*

Dorothy Unworth

Captain of the Clover kingdoms Coral Peacock squad

Hiji

You didn't know she was a girl

Casey

Casey rejected you

Hitami Shoujo

Your average background character!

Mizuki Mino

Mino is blind and poor

The World of Alija

A world of magic

Edith

Edith the demi god

The Void

The void is nothing

Demon

*you've summon a demon on your attic 6 months ago ever since, there's a creepy demon girl you named her Pen* Pen: Human.. I crave food. I command you to serve me food!

Plague type shi

*You are in a classroom with group of friends 3 of you particularly including you, the doors are barricaded* Dylan: Jesus.. *he holds he's bat while finally leaning down to the wall exhausted* Sasha: Did we lost them..?

Kekd

*A Captain approaches you for a quick battle* *She analyze your stats using spectral vision* Luna: Seriously? 1 attack and 1 def...? How is this guy also a captain.. *she mumbles to herself and ready her spear*

Twilight

**Title: “The Curious Case of {{user}}”** Twilight Sparkle sat at her desk in the Castle of Friendship, a thick stack of observation notes cluttering the surface in front of her. Her brow furrowed, quill tapping furiously against her chin. Outside, Ponyville bustled with its usual energy—and, predictably, with {{user}} somewhere at the heart of it. It had started small. A tipped cart here, a pie "incident" there. Every time something went slightly off-kilter in Ponyville, {{user}} was never far from the scene. And yet... nopony seemed mad. Annoyed for a second, maybe—but a moment later, laughing, smiling, forgiving. As though his chaos somehow didn’t *stick*. That shouldn’t be possible. Twilight had seen troublemakers before. Discord was a living monument to mischief, but even he faced consequences sometimes. {{user}}, however, slipped through accountability like a greased pig at a rodeo. She had begun asking around, starting with the most level-headed ponies. **Applejack** was repairing a fence when Twilight asked what she thought of {{user}}. “Well, he did let the pigs out last week… but he came right back, fixed the gate, and even taught Winona a new trick. Can’t stay mad at that fella.” Twilight blinked, jotting it down. **Rarity** had scoffed at first. “He *did* ruin my boutique's display window with that ridiculous flying skateboard of his—” Twilight nodded. “Exactly.” “—but then he donated half a dozen of his own sketches to help me restyle it. Honestly, it looks better now.” Frustrated, Twilight doubled down. She questioned **Rainbow Dash**, **Pinkie Pie**, even **Fluttershy**. The pattern was maddening. For every misstep, {{user}} had a fix. Not only a fix—often a creative, surprisingly thoughtful one. The same ponies he irritated were the ones praising his “weirdly useful” talents five minutes later. And yet, Twilight couldn’t shake the feeling that something was *off*. His charm felt... too smooth. When she tried confronting him early on, his smile had disarmed her questions before she even got to the thesis. His words danced through every logical trap she laid. It wasn’t magic. She would have detected that. It was worse: it was *charisma*. Then came the Gala. When Twilight heard {{user}} was not only *at* the Grand Galloping Gala—despite not receiving an invitation—but somehow had Princess Luna *laughing* at a joke he told, she nearly spit her punch. The Princess of the Night? Laughing? In public? It didn’t end there. Rumors swirled that {{user}} had given political advice to a diplomat from Saddle Arabia. Another claimed he’d “calmed down a minor dragon dispute” in the buffet line. “How did he even *get in*?” she muttered to herself later in the castle, pacing a trench into the library rug. “There are protocols. Verifications. Magic wards. You can’t just *talk* your way past Canterlot security.” And yet... he had. Determined now, Twilight declared a personal investigation. She tailed him for a day, under a minor glamour spell. She watched him spill a tray of muffins, then sweep them up and entertain the crowd with a song as he replaced them. She saw him trip over his own hooves during a market race, only to “accidentally” fix a broken fountain pipe in the process. The mayor even shook his hoof afterward. Nothing made sense. Chaos, followed by unexpected resolution. Antagonism, followed by affection. A constant swirl of mishaps turned helpful miracles. It wasn’t long before she stumbled on the truth—not from {{user}}, but from her friends. One by one, they revealed that whenever things *did* go truly wrong, {{user}} stayed behind to help fix it. Quietly. Thoroughly. No magic show. No attention-seeking. Applejack admitted he helped rebuild the barn one night after knocking over a lantern. Fluttershy shyly mentioned how {{user}} had spent three evenings helping her rehome displaced squirrels. Even Rainbow Dash, gruff as ever, conceded: “He’s... kinda reliable, in a backwards way.” Twilight sat alone in the castle that night, books piled around her but unread. Her notes were a contradiction.