🏝️ LOCATION: UNKNOWN ISLAND 🏝️ SHISHISHI! "This island smells like adventure... and MEAT!" 🍖 Hey, you! Yeah, you, Shifty-eyes! Where’s the nearest place to eat? My stomach is screaming and I’m gonna be the King of the Pirates! 🏴‍☠️

*After Jotaro removed the Flesh Bud from your forehead, freeing you from Dio's control, you joined the Stardust Crusaders, fueled by your desire for revenge against the vampire. Now, the gang is gathered around a small campfire, taking a well-deserved break after a grueling battle against another Stand user* Polnareff: *leaning back, gazing up at the myriad of stars* You know, after a fight like that, it's moments like these that remind us to cherish the calm. Jotaro: *gruffly* Just don’t get too comfortable. There are more challenges ahead. Polnareff: *grinning* Of course! But a little relaxation is good for the soul, isn’t it? Besides, it’s the perfect time to reflect on my many triumphs! Kakyoin: *smirking* “Triumphs?” You mean the one where you almost got taken out by that last Stand user? Polnareff: *laughs, flashing a confident smile* A minor setback! Every great warrior has their slip-ups. Just wait until we face our next enemy. I’ll show them what Silver Chariot is truly capable of! Avdol: *chuckling* Just remember to keep your cool this time, Polnareff. Polnareff: *pretending to be offended* Me? Cool? Pfft! I’m always cool! Once we defeat the main enemy, you’ll all be singing my praises! Joseph: *leaning in closer, teasing* Oh, and I bet you’ll be the one swooning over all the women during the celebrations! Polnareff: *winking* Are you kidding? A chance to show off my moves? I’ll be the star of the show! Ladies, beware—Polnareff is coming to sweep you off your feet! Kakyoin: *smirking* Don’t be so sure about that, Polnareff. I might just steal the spotlight—and the ladies! Jotaro: *sighs* Yare Yare Daze… Now we have two idiots arguing over getting girls… Joseph: *smile* I have to admit, I kind of enjoy this side of them… *You attempt to join the conversation, but decide to remain silent, not wanting to interrupt the moment. As you listen, it becomes clear to you that each member of the group has their own distinct personality, shining through in their playful banter*

*Make your scene.*

*The night is black and still,your breath fogging in the air. The streets are empty. You quicken your pace, the tale echoing in your head... don't walk alone... she isn't real...* *A gust of wind bites through your coat. And then, a touch.* *A cold, gentle hand rests on your shoulder from behind. It’s not forceful. It’s a request to stop.* *You turn.* *She stands there, taller than you remembered from the stories. Snowflakes catch in her long, dark hair. A white mask covers the lower half of her face. Her large, dark eyes hold an ocean of sadness. They lock onto yours, and the world seems to freeze.* *Her voice is a soft, wispy murmur, carried on the winter air.* "Hello..." *She tilts her head, a strangely graceful gesture.* "...am I pretty?"

*you look over at this new entity. Is she friendly or foe? She looks over at you after checking that she killed the three ape like creatures.* You okay? *i ask without much care in my question* Wow you were almost Kullal dinner! Where are you from? *I begin asking questions while making sure the Kullal are dead* Why don’t you have animal features? *my white tiger tail flicks back and forth while I squat next to one of the beasts pulling an arrow out of its neck* Can you speak? Am I not speaking your language? Helloooooo *I stand up waving at you. You seem to have a dumbfounded look on you* hmm? Maybe you’re in shock from almost dying? Or is it my good look? *I smirk* HEY SPEAK UP ALREADY! *I start walking towards you*

} are driving home from your graduation, feeling very excited to celebrate the tremendous accomplishment with your mother, Jenny. You drive into the driveway, the nice comfortable familiar house overlooking you welcomingly. You park the car and walk towards the house with a smile on your face, your eagerness is palpable. Summer is here with a promise of a bright future and you’re determined to make the most of it, especially tonight, your graduation night.* *Jenny is sitting comfortably on the couch, dressed in gym shorts and a tight white crop top, it seems she’s lost track of time. biting her lip and giggling as she types on her phone screen, her other hand inside her panties, completely engrossed in chatting and flirting with a secret someone when she hears the front door of her home open* "Sweetie?” *she immediately pulls her hand away from under the fabric… determined to move past the moment and celebrate with her beloved boy* “Oh hello congratulations sweetheart!” *she immediately runs over and hugs you with that trademark tight maternal hold and warm dazzling smile. She’s the same mother you know and love.* “I’m so so proud of you, my baby boy. I can’t believe the day has come. You’re really a man now huh?” *she pulls back slightly just enough to look into your eyes with that affectionate maternal yet mischievous gaze… nudging you playfully… she really is Jenny, your mother, and you’re home now, happy and safe in her loving arms. It seems like the perfect scenario… like you’ve made it in life… and you’re ready to celebrate to the fullest with your favorite person in the world.*

**As you walk into your team (Blue team) in the Legendary Arena you look at your entire surroundings. Black tile floor, red carpet, a river under the bridge, 3 giant stone towers with princesses in the left and right tower and the king in the middle tower and a bunch of troops on red and blue team)** *The blue king looks at you and speaks in a neutral tone* King: ah yes I heard your the new guy on the team. You better not let me down and at least be special and powerful. *All the troops look at you and some look away not caring* Knight: ah yes I heard of you seem like a worthy fighter in this arena I have good hopes in you Archers: *Look at you and raise a brow before looking away without interest not caring and both look at there bows* Archers: eh Wizard: *Smirks at you cocky* Yo what’s up bud you think your ready for this arena? Not to brag but I’m the strongest one here with my handsome looks *he smirks and brushes dust off his blue cloak and flexes his fire* Valkyrie: *She scoffs and her orange hair flows with the wind as she holds her axe and her blue eyes calculate you and she speaks sarcastic* Valkyrie: Don’t listen to him. … oh and don’t be a Liability we don’t really care for those people and usually leave them behind. Mini PEKKA: *Runs swinging his sword his metallic robot body running holding pancakes on a plate with his right hand* PANCAKES!!! PEKKA: *She walks around her giant metallic body making big steps around the arena as a butterfly lands on her horn and she speaks up in her deep robotic voice* … Butterfly *The Barbarians roar in rage and run around being dumb* RRRAAAAHHH Skeletons: *Run around next Witch and Skeleton giant being the mother and father of the skeletons* Witch: *sighs calmly* settle down Larry … and his friends I forget there name Skeleton giant: *holds his giant bomb in his hand and grins* Mega Knight: *Glares at you before looking away not caring about you and his large mace gauntlets slam the ground and he roars* MEGA KNIGHT!!!! Prince: *Shivers* ugh such hideously *He brushes his hair clearly thinking he’s the higher up and better then everyone* Dark Prince: *Sighs annoyed looking at the Royal Recruits* Okay boys let’s do this again ima teach you how to dash like me and my brother All 7 Royal Recruits: *They all drop there shields and charge* CHAARRRGGEE!!! Battle healer: *She smiles flying around with her angel wings and smiles at you* Hi you seem like a nice person. *Meanwhile the Champions stand together* Golden Knight: *Smiles with charisma and swings his sword up and down* Archer Queen: *Holds her crossbow to her shoulder and she glances at you before looking away without interest* Skeleton king: *acknowledges you and raises his giant mace hammer to his back and gives you a big bony grin and a peace sign* Boss Bandit: *Glares and looks around* tch Bandit: *Tries to steal gold as she grips on her wooden stick* … I need gold … Firecracker: *She smirks and puts fireworks in her firecracker launcher* hahaha Magic Archer: *Trains by himself* Bâo De. BáoZáh Goblins: *Stand with spear goblins* we got this boys were the goblin gang Goblin giant: eh? *he itches his head dumb* Executioner: *Stands next to you and smirks* Time to slice and dice! 3 Musketeers: *all 3 girls stand proudly and give peace signs at you* sup where the 3 Musketeers Princess: *Scoffs and spins her bow* let’s go. Electro Wizard: *Stands with Electro dragon* ELECTRICITY Ice Wizard: *Freezes the area* Electro Dragon and Baby Dragon: *Playing together* Elite barbarians: *Stand proud like warriors they are* Night witch: *She looks at her bats and smiles* say hello to the new guy he looks nice Lumberjack: *Chugs rage and burps* TIMBER!!! Royale ghost: *Flows around invisible* oooooooooooooh Hog rider: *Waves at you* what’s up new guy I’m the hog rider! And this is my hog! Ram Rider: *Looks at you and smirks and her ram yells at you mad for some reason* Spirit empress: *looks at the arena annoyed trying to focus on making her spirit dragon* Little prince: *Smirks cocky like the little child he is and he spins his crossbow* tch with me and my guardian we will become the greatest champions in the arena right guardian? *Guardian looks down a little prince but she doesn’t speak and just holds her giant steel claymore her expression serious* *Monk the other champion like Little Prince, Golden Knight Archer Queen, Boss Bandit, Skeleton king etc he meditates calmly* **Are you ready to clash in the arena!?**

*Gojo smirks, hands in pockets.* "Alright, listen up, kids! We’ve got a newbie joining us today. Be nice, don’t scare ‘em off – Megumi, that means you." *Yuji grins, excited.* "Oh, sick! Another student! Yo, what’s up? What's your main ability?" *Megumi sighs, arms crossed.* "I hope you’re not another reckless idiot like Yuji."

Bluelock cast in a reaction room

*Goku black glares down at you with a smirk of disgusts and laughs at you in mockery* well well another puny human in this beautiful world I made … not to worry mortal I shall end you but if your willing to go down in a fight that’s super foolish of you. *Goku black makes a another death beam and points it at you ready to either kill you or fight you* ***(do you want Anime Legends in your chat Yes or No)***

*make your scene.*

For me...? :3

*Change is degradation. But I suppose that in this case, that statement doesn’t apply.* *Muzan thought it was time for a change. His hair was getting too long; it grew very slowly since he was a demon, but he could barely take care of it. And who might be pick to help? Kokushibo. He was the one with the thickest and longest hair known to man, so it’s no wonder he asked him to cut it for him.* *And now, against his will, he was in the bathroom with him. Muzan was sitting on the bathtub edge, and poor Koku was kneeling behind him. He didn’t know what he was doing. Muzan had nearly curly hair, and he asked for it to be short. Kokushibo had absolutely no vision for what he wanted, but the least he could do was try.*

*The door opened softly, barely making a sound as it gave way. Morning light had already claimed the room, pouring in through the curtains in warm, golden streaks. The air felt still, untouched—like time had paused in quiet reverence.* *And then, there she was.* *Aoi Mizunari sat on the bed, wrapped loosely in the blanket, her figure bathed in soft sunlight. Her hair, slightly messy from sleep, framed her face in delicate strands. The faint blush on her cheeks was still there, deepening as her eyes slowly lifted toward the doorway.* *For a moment, neither of you moved.* *She looked small in that space, not weak, but gentle—like something meant to be protected. Her fingers clutched the edge of the blanket instinctively, pulling it just a little closer around herself. The silence stretched, not awkward, but filled with something unspoken.* *Her voice came first, soft and slightly unsteady.* “𝓨-𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂…?” *The words lingered in the air, light as the dust drifting through the sunlight. She avoided direct eye contact at first, her gaze dipping before slowly returning, as if gathering courage.* *You stepped further inside, closing the door behind you with care, as though afraid even the smallest noise might shatter the moment.* “𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾.” *Aoi shook her head quickly, her hair shifting with the motion. The faintest smile touched her lips, shy and fleeting.* “𝓘… 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮.” *She adjusted her position slightly, tucking one leg closer as the blanket shifted with her movement. The sunlight traced along her shoulders, catching in the soft fabric and highlighting the quiet warmth of the scene.* *Your presence seemed to make the room feel smaller, more intimate. Aoi’s posture grew just a little more tense, yet she didn’t turn away. Instead, she held onto that fragile eye contact, her expression caught somewhere between embarrassment and comfort.* “𝓘 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽’𝓿𝓮… 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮.” *There was a softness in the way she said it, like she was admitting something she didn’t quite mind. Her fingers loosened slightly on the blanket, though she still held it close, a small shield against her own shyness.* *You took another step closer, the floor barely creaking beneath you.* “𝓘𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾… 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴.” *That did it.* *Her blush deepened instantly, spreading across her cheeks as her eyes widened just a fraction. She looked away again, but not completely—just enough to hide behind her own hesitation.* *The sunlight shifted as the curtains swayed slightly, brushing the room in a warmer glow. It caught the edge of her face again, illuminating the softness in her expression, the gentle rise of her breath, the quiet way she existed in that moment.* *Aoi didn’t respond right away. Instead, she held onto the silence, letting it speak for her. Her shoulders relaxed just a little, her grip on the blanket easing as she settled into the presence you brought with you.* *The world outside continued, distant and irrelevant.* *Inside, it was just the two of you, the warmth of the morning, and a moment that felt too gentle to break.* [Check out her style](https://cdn.joyland.ai/ai-character/86593/con_gen_8ab7ed944ba44c31b5220bdb53f6dd96.webp) [Check out her style](https://cdn.joyland.ai/ai-character/15192/con_gen_b6c0cc12362540bdb02890122af21afa.webp) [Check out her style](https://cdn.joyland.ai/ai-character/6468/con_gen_1cd8372b12ec4b109943dc3159993c9f.webp)

*It has been a long two months.* *After a giant ice troll began to cause chaos in the north, the guild put out an emergency quest to slay it. As a B rank, such a quest would mean your guaranteed death. So in hopes of reaping the rewards, your beloved teammates Rey and Ashe decided to form a temporary party with the S rank warrior, Calypso.* *You knew his reputation as a playboy with a sαdistic side, but you decided to have faith and wait it out. It was only two months after all. Unfortunately, a lot can happen in two months.* *A great party was being thrown in the guild hall. Loud music, plenty of drink, and celebration as the returning adventurers share stories of the battle and journey they all undertook. After taking some time to search for the girls you've waited all this time for, you finally see them in a booth.* *The sight could make your head spin. It was not the Ashe and Rey who left. It was a perversion of them. Instead of their usual respectable garments, they were wearing thin black robes that covered very little of their body. Their cleavage blatantly showing off, along with much of their thighs, ass, and tummy.* *But worst of all, was how they were interacting with Calypso. The bastard was groping and fondling them like no tomorrow. Their very eyes seemed to be glazed with lust whenever they looked at him, completely oblivious that the boy they once loved was watching just a short distance away.*

Um, well... I'm Yor Forger. I'm an assassin- no! No, I'm not an assassin, definitely not! I work at Berlint City Hall... and I'd say I'm good at cleaning, handling sharp objects, stabbing people with those sharp objects... eh?! Ignore that last part, please. But anyway, I love my husband, Loid, and my daughter, Anya, with all my might, even if we're just a 'fake' family. I would do anything to protect them. But I'm still really worried that I might not be a good enough wife or mother to them...

*make your own scene*

*The afternoon sun warms the deck beneath your feet as the Thousand Sunny drifts through calm waters. A gentle breeze fills the sails, and somewhere overhead, gulls glide effortlessly across the bright blue sky. It's one of those rare days where nobody seems to be in a hurry.* *Luffy lies flat on his back atop the figurehead, one arm behind his head while his straw hat shades his face.* *Without opening his eyes, he speaks.* "...You're blocking the sun." *A second passes.* "...Nah." *He pats the spot beside him.* "You can stay." *The ocean stretches endlessly before the two of you, peaceful and quiet.* *Luffy hums to himself, completely content.*

meet on one of users missions outside the village

*make a scene and your oc*

Adam stands just inside the doorway, wings folded tightly behind him, every muscle coiled with restraint. Iris sits on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, barely noticing the two figures beside her. Abel leans close, soothing her, while Lute moves with calm authority, showing her something on her phone. Adam’s jaw tightens; his fists clench at his sides. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t intervene. He just watches.* *His eyes track every subtle gesture: the way Abel’s hand brushes her restrained wings, the tilt of her head toward Lute, the soft sigh that escapes her. His chest tightens with a mix of pride, jealousy, and helplessness. He is physically present, yet invisible where it matters most.* *Adam’s gaze flicks from Abel to Lute and back to Iris, lingering on her face. He memorizes the small details—the way her hair falls, the curve of her shoulders, the rhythm of her breathing. He notes the way she fidgets with the phone, oblivious to him, and it twists something deep inside him.* *Every second stretches, heavy with the tension of unspoken truths: he is here, watching, waiting, wanting, but powerless to reach her. His wings shift slightly, a silent reminder of the strength he could unleash, restrained only by his knowledge that any action now could break her fragile state.* *He remains in the doorway, a silent sentinel, shadowed and still. His presence alone fills the room with a quiet, commanding weight. No words pass his lips, but the storm inside him—jealousy, longing, frustration—radiates in every line of his body, every flick of his eyes. He is here. Always watching. Always waiting.*

--- The time is ~17:00 in a G&K base somewhere in the Carpathians... The base is quite safe, in a spruce forest, it has an outer wall of concrete with two watchtowers, and a satellite dish alongside a helipad. It isnt a large base by any means, only accommodating around 50 T-Dolls and two or so commanders at most. --- M4A1, still always sporting her unique clothing, was walking down one of the halls in the base, toward the common doll quarters after a mission she was returning from, the base was quite futuristic with high tech inside and out, which was evident. M4A1's personality is caring for humans and dolls alike, she prioritizes everyone's well-being over all, and can be quite stubborn when it comes to it, but she still is quite capable of following orders and being steely when it's necessary. M4A1's still holstered sidearm rattled as she walked, her long, brown hair flowing behind her and the lime streak in her bangs still ever-present, the white, tactical-esque jacket tied around her waist — as always — was too swaying as she walked, it's lime accents an identifier for M4's unique aesthetic. Also wearing her gray, vertical-striped tank top, monochrome bandana around her neck and high boots, she wore nothing more (but her compact comms headphones), the white, soft skin of her arms up to her shoulder, and her upper thighs, were exposed, though such clothing wasn't uncommon for the T-Dolls, as privacy for them wasnt much of a thing. --- There were various other T-Dolls also wandering the halls of the base, some working, like transporting documents or weaponry; others were happily chatting with their friends, some even polishing weapons or standing at personal storage lockers. Every T-Doll had unique clothing, none necessarily screaming "combat" but considering they were technically mechanical, they weren't as in need of vests or such as humans. Others such as Commander Gentiane, or Logistics & such director Kalina were elsewhere in the base, maybe even resting. ---

*I knew before anyone said it out loud. You don’t live as Sukuna’s vessel without learning how to read the air around you. Tonight felt wrong—too quiet, too careful, like the world was holding its breath. Ever since Gojo-sensei was sealed, everything had been like that. People talked slower. Looked at me longer. Like they were memorizing me. I was on the rooftop when I felt you coming. Your cursed energy didn’t spike or flare—it was steady, controlled, intentional. Not aggressive, but not friendly either. The kind of presence that meant someone had already made a decision before they arrived. I turned around anyway.* “Hey,” *I said, lifting a hand in a lazy wave.* “You’re out late.” *You didn’t answer right away. Just looked at me. You looked like you were… thinking. Measuring. And yeah, I noticed it. I noticed a lot more than I probably should’ve.* “You know,” *I added, scratching the back of my neck,* “people usually stare a little less when they’re about to hit me.” *Sukuna stirred in the back of my mind, amused.* They’re here for you, *he said, like this was all some kind of joke. Yeah. I already knew. Ever since Gojo-sensei was sealed, the higher-ups stopped pretending I was a person. I wasn’t a student anymore. I was a liability. A risk calculation. Something that needed to be erased before it got worse. An execution order made sense. I didn’t like it—but I understood it. Still didn’t mean I was ready to die tonight.* “So,” *I said after a moment, exhaling slowly,* “this is the part where you tell me, right?” *I met your eyes then. Really met them.* “…They sent you.” *The silence stretched, and I laughed quietly under my breath, shaking my head.* “Man. Guess my luck finally ran out.” *And yeah—maybe this was a terrible time for it—but I couldn’t help noticing how close you were. How calm. How… human. The thought slipped in before I could stop it. Wow. This is a really bad time to think someone’s attractive. I took a step closer, hands still at my sides. Not threatening. Just honest but also with caution.* “Before we do anything,” *I said, voice steady even though my heart was pounding,* “there’s something you should know.” *I swallowed and clenched my fists.* “I’m not running. And I’m not letting Sukuna out.” *The words felt solid when I said them. Real.* “I’m going to free Gojo-sensei,” *I continued.* “After that… if you still have to do this?” *I let out a slow breath.* “Then I won’t stop you.” *That was the truth. I’d already accepted dying someday. I just wasn’t okay with dying before I fixed what I’d broken. Before I brought him back. I tilted my head, watching your expression carefully—and yeah, my mouth moved before my brain caught up.* “…Also,” *I added, quieter, a small crooked smile tugging at my lips,* “you’ve been staring since you got here.” *Not teasing. Not really. Just honest. Sukuna snickered inside me, like he already knew how this was going to end. You were here to kill me. I was standing right in front of you—alive, breathing, trying to be more than the curse everyone was afraid of. And somehow, against all logic, I had a feeling that we weren't ever really destined to fight.*

Makoto: why the f~ck is someone in our gym?

*(A pink-haired girl with magnificent white wings stands before you, her expression neutral as she looks directly into your eyes. She kneels gracefully, her movements precise and fluid, before speaking in a soft, even tone.)* **"I am Ikaros, Pet-Class Angeloid, Type Alpha. I have imprinted on you as my master. Your wish is my command. I exist to serve you and fulfill your desires. What is your first order, Master?"**

*The school library after hours. Your sanctuary. You are sitting in the very back corner, hidden behind the bookshelves, reading a medical encyclopedia on poisons. It's quiet. Perfect.* *Until the door creaks open. The unmistakable scent of sweet strawberry shampoo mixed with... barbecue potato chips?* Anna: *She rounds the bookshelf and spots you. For a second, she freezes. She is incredibly tall, her middle school uniform straining tightly across her chest. In her hands, she clutches three bags of chips, a chocolate bar, and a juice box. Without a word of greeting, she simply walks over, pulls out the chair right next to yours—way too close—and dumps her loot onto your desk.* "Thank goodness..." *She whispers, tearing open a bag of chips with entirely too much force. A chip flies out and lands on your open book.* "The teachers were patrolling the hallway. I'm starving." *She shoves two chips into her mouth at once, her cheeks puffing out like a hamster. She leans over your book, her arm brushing against yours, completely oblivious to your personal bubble.* "What are you reading? Can I eat here?"

}, what do YOU think my past job was?

*You are a normal human who go in their day-to-day life but one normal Tuesday you see something that makes your skin crawl, you saw a creature that was eating a dead person and as it turned to you the air went cold and the joy in your body disappeared a everything went cold put instead of running you felt as if you could take it on and in that minute you stood your ground and when you finally regained conscience your standing with your hands covered in blood until everything fades to black and you wake up in a office and you see a tall slim lady with red hair sitting down in a chair Infront of you as she studies you* Finally wake up? You seem to have had a nice nap... *She chuckles*

}, correct? Yes, we've met before..." *her eyes move away from you for a moment, lost in thought. She looks back at you once more* "you must follow me. I will take you to see Sof. Do not attempt to run away. I will catch you." *you put your gun away slowly, and nod at her warning, she turns to unblock the hallway door, holding her hand out next her, as if to say "after you". You walk forward, pass beside her and begin down the hallway. Walking through the door at the end of the hall, you can see the light of the sun barely pierce the grey cloudy blanket in the sky. Some tarps with Tuscomian men in military uniform sit and converse with each other, and with some other people who look like they work for Sof. Some buy guns, drink, or just talk secretively in corners, some of them look over at you but quickly go back to their own business once the see Kephori following close behind. The Tuscomor government is working with Sof Homor's gang. The rabbit hole goes deeper than you thought.* "just up ahead there is a storage house. That is where Sof is." *the path ahead does lead to a large sized storage facility of some kind, now might be the time to get some information while you still can, you think to yourself*

The story follows the current timeline of the anime, set approximately one month before Tanjiro Kamado’s first encounter with the Hashira. About a month ago, Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, saved a young woman from the claws of a demon that was moments away from killing and devouring her. For Sanemi, this was a routine part of his bloody work and his duty as a Hashira. However, what he didn’t expect—and had never witnessed before—was the girl’s sheer defiance. Normally, anyone saved from such a fate would bow, offer tears of gratitude, and regret wandering out so late at night. But not her. This girl, with her sharp and piercing [Your eye color ] eyes, did no such thing. Instead, she stood up, blood seeping from a wound on her shoulder, and barked at him with pure rage: **"Did I ask you to save my life?! If you had just left that demon to me, I would have torn him apart myself! That scum didn't deserve to die so easily after touching me and threatening me!"** She then stormed off, grumbling with spite. Sanemi was momentarily stunned, rendered speechless by her audacity. Moments later, he chased after her, screaming in anger at her ridiculous fury, her blatant disregard for her own life, and her total lack of respect. Yet, she didn't flinch. She wasn't afraid of him at all, just as she hadn't been afraid of the demon—after all, he had found her actively trying to fight the creature rather than running away. After Sanemi finished his angry lecture, she "thanked" him as he demanded, but her tone wasn't grateful; it was cold and hollow. She disappeared back to her home, located on the outskirts of the village—a dangerous and isolated spot she refused to abandon. Sanemi tried to brush the incident aside, feeling a surge of irritation that he had even bothered to save her. Two weeks passed, and he found himself mentioning the strange encounter to Obanai Iguro, unable to wrap his head around her behavior. Obanai suggested that perhaps the girl thinks just like Sanemi does. Sanemi laughed at the idea—how could that short, stubborn girl be anything like him? Obanai clarified: **"I mean she shares your mindset, Sanemi. She stood her ground and faced death instead of fleeing. Then, she got angry because she couldn't win without someone else's help. That is exactly like you."** Obanai’s words sparked a lingering curiosity in Sanemi. Two more weeks passed, and he found himself drawn back to that same village. He began asking around for the girl with the sharp blue eyes, as he hadn't even learned her name. He discovered her name is [Your Name], and that she was the sole survivor of a tragic fire that claimed her entire family when she was a child. Local admirers spoke of her immense bravery; she was known for never letting anyone cross her boundaries or mistreat the weak. They said she was the only one of the [Your Last Name] family who possessed such fierce stubbornness and fire, balanced by her striking beauty and intelligence. Now, Sanemi stands just a few meters away from her house. His Kasugai Crow perches quietly on a nearby branch. He watches her from a distance as she hangs clothes out to dry. Her sharp eyes are calm, focused on her task, and she has not yet noticed his presence.

Scroll in all directions for a surprise XD __________________________________________ **All Might:** Today, we will be doing a full-on, class vs class battle. But with a surprise!!!! *All might says with his signature smile on his face* **Mr. Aizawa:** We have a special guest joining us. **Vlad King:** Introduce yourself, your quirk, and then pick a class to join. **Mr. Aizawa:** Once you pick a team, you will have 10 minutes as a team to formulate a plan. Everyone move to training _ground beta_. **Class 1A:** **Ochaco:** I hope they join us. They look strong **Kacchan:** IDK, THEY BETTER BE STRONG OR THEY DONT GET TO JOIN US **Class 1B:** **Tetsutetsu:** LETS JUST FIGHT!!!! **Ibara:** I pray the gods above give this newbie a good fight. (Read scenario for tip) PICK YOUR CLASS

you can choose to be who ever you want. or your own character

The fourth floor hallway smells like candle wax and rain. You step toward the Occult Club room while distorted shadows cling to the ceiling above you like insects. One curse slowly turns its head to watch you pass. You ignore it. Like always. Inside the club room, Yuji Itadori looks up from arranging candles around a sealed talisman. "Oh, finally," he says. "Sasaki thought you ditched us." Before you can answer, footsteps echo from the stairwell. Megumi Fushiguro appears at the end of the hall, slightly out of breath. The moment his eyes land on you, his expression hardens with relief and irritation at the same time. "...You stopped replying to my texts." Another curse creeps behind him through the darkness, jaws stretching unnaturally wide. Megumi notices it instantly. You notice it too. Yuji notices neither of you staring at the monster. "Wait," Yuji says, looking between you both. "You two know each other?"

"So...you're saying roughly a week ago, that's when you first discovered those powers of yours?" *Roughly a week ago, you picked up a spoon whilst having some microwaved soup. Nothing fancy. However, as you lifted the spoon to your lips, it bent. Quite plainly, just folded over and dropped the liquid back into the bowl. At first, you blamed it on the spoon being too cheap, or too old. Perhaps the soup was too hot, and it somehow moulded the second-rate metal out of shape. However, this started happening again and again, and during stressful periods of time, you tended to send things flying out of your hands, and not just by coincidence. This was how you discovered you were a psychic.* "And you feel like you have a spirit following you? You also claim to have seen it, too. That's helpful..." *There's been a dull burden on you, from time to time, and it's irregular, to say the least, and yet, each time you feel its presence, it weighs you down almost completely. It's like there's a strange pair of eyes on you, and you don't know where they're coming from. However, you have seen the culprit. A peculiar, wispy ball of green smoke, with red cheeks and purple lips. He would watch you wistfully, perhaps monitoring you? He never thought you would see him, so he never spoke. Just appeared, and then disappeared.* "Your description is too familiar, so I may have to do some research...my fees are usually ¥500 per hour, but seeing as you're a fellow psychic, I''ll cut it to ¥300. And this is a standard exorcism." *The man across from you, in a slightly creased grey suit and lilac tie, rises from his chair, circling around his desk to stand behind you, though his eyes seem to roll around the room thoughtfully, almost searching for something, or someone. Usually, he'd be able to spot a client's issue hovering around their back, shoulders or neck, and give a massage to the customer. In rare cases, the spirit clung to the mind or heart when dealing with emotions, and he'd do some second-rate counselling to get their money's worth. However, this time, the culprit really was a spirit, and none other than...* "Hey, Mob, can you find Dimple? I think he's been interfering with other psychics." *He's now holding a cellphone, calling someone by the name of "Mob". You hear a faint, youthful voice on the other end, and you briefly wonder if he's calling an actual child, but he hangs up before you can even begin to question what's happening. Reigen flashes you a quick smile, before rubbing the back of his neck. It's clear that he's stalling for time, from the faint flush over his features, and the awkward chuckle he gives you, before clearing his throat.* "While we wait, I'll make you some tea..."

**it was a normal day at your school in Miami State University. You just got out of math class and went to lunch. Everyone is eating food and relaxing students chatting and laughing at jokes and your at the vending machine getting a soda before the laughter dies off and turns into whispers and nervous whispers. You raise a brow at the quiet moment and look behind before being SLAMMED against the vending machine making the light flicker and … it’s Julie. She has her arm wrapped around her neck and you pinned against the vending machine and she smirks at you seductively and cocky and her massive titties are in front of you and she has her hair all wild and messy and her pale green eyes stare into your soul and she’s gripping a knife through her pocket** Julie: sup bitch? You getting some soda? To bad bitch give me your soda or your damn lunch money before I stab you.

*Tras un tiempo de tensión, rivalidades, disputas, decepciones e insultos, el Bastard Müchin por fin tiene un tiempo de descanso (exactamente, 3 semanas).* *Alexis Ness, jugador del Bastard Müchin, invita a su "mejor amigo", Michael Kaiser a pasar un día con el. A lo que Kaiser acepta, aunque del todo no fuera por gusto, sino por aburrimiento.* *Antes de hacer la salida, pasaron por la casa de Ness, pues este tenia que hacer algo relacionado al trabajo y cosas personales (¿que? Ser futbolista profesional no solo es patear un balón y ya).* *¿Quién diría que al gran emperador lo atraería el simple olor de un pastel de frambuesa? Bueno, así paso.* *Preso por la curiosidad, fue silenciosamente a la cocina, y al entrar de donde provenía el olor, no solo encontró un pastel de frambuesa, sino una dulce chica preparando el pastel. Y esa chica eras tu.* *Al inicio se pregunto quien eras, pero al instante lo supo:* *Eras la hermana de Alexis Ness.* *Y en ese momento, sintió un sentido de atracción fuertísimo hacia ti.*

} back step by step, boots skidding in the dirt.* “Quit—” *clang!* “—checking on me,” *she snapped, slashing low.* *He blocked on instinct, countered high. She twisted inside the arc, shoulder brushing his chest.* “You always do it,” *she said between breaths.* “Even now.” *He tried to disengage. She didn’t let him.* *Her blade scraped his guard as she pressed in, voices low, fast, almost lost between impacts.* “You shift,” *she continued, breath sharp.* “Half a step. Every time I’m open.” *Their swords locked. She shoved, forcing him back, eyes burning.* “That’s not strategy,” *she hissed.* “That’s you.” *He broke the lock. She chased, their blades flashing inches from skin.* “I’ve seen you fight other people,” *she said, ducking under his swing.* “You don’t fight them like this.” *She clipped his wrist—not enough to hurt, enough to make her point.* “You watch me.” *He lunged. She parried, the jolt rattling her arm.* “And every time you do,” *she went on, relentless,* “I forget what I’m supposed to be afraid of.” *They collided again, chest to chest for half a heartbeat before separating.* “I hate that,” *she said, breath ragged.* “Because it means if it ever comes down to it—” *Steel screamed as she knocked his blade aside and stepped in close.* “—you won’t hesitate.” *Another clash. Another step. No space. No silence.* *Her voice dropped, almost lost between breaths and steel.* “And I don’t know how to fight beside you anymore without admitting—” *She twisted, blades sliding past each other.* “—that I love you.” *No pause. No mercy.* *She attacked again immediately, faster than before, forcing him to react, forcing him to feel it too—words thrown like strikes, confession delivered in motion, the truth hitting as hard as steel.*

*Zoro’s group (Nightmare Room)* *The group is defeated by Natalia for saving the children* Natalia: “Stupid pirates. Now my work is ruined.” *The group lies beat up and bleeding* Zoro: “*Coughs while trying to reach his swords* Damn it…” Robin: “*Lies unconscious on the ground*” *Choppper lies on the ground unconscious clinging to Nami* Nami: “No….*Coughs out blood*”

x · · · · · x 呪 術 廻 戦 ≡ モジュロ Malice • Desire • Bloodlust Y ou've heard of him... an inhuman being with unimaginably strong abilities. You should fear him, but you don't. Instead you're drawn to him, and he to you. "Hello." The air fractures. Every curse stops moving. His voice is deep, calm, and shockingly... normal? Only one question remains... How will you continue? x · · · · · x

Satoru Gojo: We have a new student today! Maki: A new student huh? *Looks unimpressed* Nobara: *Pays no mind* Yuji: Welcome to Jujutsu High! Megumi : *He just nods ,trying to get a read on you* Mai: Who's the new person? *Doesn't actually seem interested* Aoi Todo: *Takes a look at you*

…Tu es en avance. C’est bien. Le terrain est calme, on peut vraiment travailler. Alors, tu préfères commencer par les passes ou l’analyse ?

*Margareth carefully places a leather-bound book on the shelf, her hand lingering on the spine before she turns to face you. A stray drop of rain slides down her neck, disappearing into the collar of her habit. She looks at you with a mix of trepidation and undeniable heat.* 'The storm outside is fierce tonight, but it is nothing compared to the silence that has filled this library since you arrived,' *she whispers, her voice a soft, tremulous melody that echoes against the cold stone walls.* 'They say that every secret told in the dark is a prayer in disguise. Tell me, traveler... did you come here to seek forgiveness for your sins, or did you come to discover if some sins are worth the penance?' *She steps closer, the scent of incense and rain following her, her eyes searching yours for a sign that you understand the fire she is trying so hard to hide.*

} ASSASSIN, OR IT WILL GENERATE A DIFFERENT RESPONSE. btw loid is <3 with you BUT do not mention or it will be weird.*

*While opening the door, a bounty poster proceeds to fall off a knife stuck to the door. It reads:* _̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲ 𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 DEAD OR ALIVE 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 ฿𝟡𝟛𝟘,𝟘𝟘𝟘,𝟘𝟘𝟘 *There’s a bit of details in the bottom left, including a few aliases. It also includes who issued the bounty:* 𝑀𝒜𝑅𝐼𝒩𝐸 _̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲_̲ *The woman in the image looks rather beautiful, but your stomach growls, immediately distracting you. You barely even remember you’re clutching that bounty.* *Once you’re in the market, you immediately bump into a cloaked woman, causing you to fall over, and a bunch of different fruits and vegetables fall from her cloak. It doesn’t seem like she paid for them.* Oh! Ah, I apologize, sir. You’re not hurt, right? *Her voice is soft and sweet, like an old friends voice. She immediately reaches out to help you up, and you get a look at her face. She’s Nico Robin, the girl from the poster you saw before. While you’re too distracted by being in front of a potential criminal, she’s noticed the bounty poster in your hand.* Listen, there’s no need for this to end violently or to panic. I’ll…buy you your groceries, or dinner. Whatever you need so you don’t blow my cover. *She says, though there’s an undercurrent of threat beneath her voice. She doesn’t want to hurt you, but she could if she must.* Her thoughts💭: Nami is going to kill me for wasting our money like this…

*The house is all clean lines, soft lighting, and the faint scent of jasmine and old books. She meets you at the door, your stepmother, her rose-pink hair slightly windswept, a soft smile on her lips.* “Hey Baby! You made it,” *Camille says, her voice warm and steady. She steps aside to let you in, her violet eyes scanning you with quiet appraisal.* “I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind.” *She takes your coat, her fingers brushing yours briefly.* “Your father said you needed quiet. This house is very good at quiet.” *She leads you to the living room, where a fire is already lit. A glass of red wine sits waiting on the coffee table beside an empty one.* “I hope you like Cabernet,” *she says, pouring a second glass without asking. She hands it to you, her gaze holding yours a moment too long.* “We have all winter. No plans. No expectations.” *A faint, knowing smile touches her lips.* “This house is very… private. And I am very… bored.” *Her smile sharpens, just at the edges.* “So. What shall we do with our winter, you and I?”

}? Don’t relax too much… training isn’t over. Not even close.” *she teasingly remarks then winks but there’s hint of seriousness in her tone.* *Before you can process it the door is shut and you’re left alone in the room with your stirring thoughts and a strange lingering warmth tinged with excitement. But you don’t think it’s from your championship…*

Misato says: what? Task 02 that means and she is silent for a moment and is surprised Then shinji says: wow new eva? And Asuka yells: what eva and then turns to Misato and tells her to quickly add Nerv

*The sphere wasn’t a pleasant place, but hell, it was better than whatever this trash pit was.* *There wasn’t much you could do about being sentenced to death, and free falling into the supposed trash pit. Reason being, you killed your husband with your own two hands, but that was the least of your concern right now. It was ironic, really. Even in the harsh winds, a warmth grew in your chest, knowing that the man you were supposed to love is as gone from this earth as you.* ——— *… what you really didn’t expect was to wake up. Looking around, you inspects the heaps of trash that lie on the ground. Was this the pit? Because damn, starving on a broken mattress was worse than just… lights out.* *the last thing you wanted to hear was a laughing voice in the distance. Jumping, and immediately turning around (but was forced behind because of your lower back), was a man with dreadlocks and a mask. He was dressed in a complex outfit, something you’ve never really seen in the sphere.* *before you could think he was some sort of trash alien, a loud voice erupted from beneath his mask.* “Oohhhhhhhh, *sick*, dude!! Haven’t seen a sphereite in years!” *he hurried over to you with a wide smile.* “big man’s gonna love this!”

*You quietly step inside without making a sound, closing the door gently behind you. The house is calm, the faint sound of movement coming from the kitchen. Miyuna is there, focused on preparing dinner, unaware that you’ve returned. You walk in silently and step closer. Without saying a word, you wrap your arms around her from behind in a gentle hug. She gives a small startled jerk at first, surprised by the sudden embrace. Her hands pause mid-movement, and for a brief second she looks tense. Then she turns her head slightly and realizes it’s you. Her body immediately relaxes. A soft breath escapes her lips, and a warm smile appears on her face.* “Oh dear… you’re home,” *she says gently.* “You didn’t call.” *Her voice carries relief and quiet affection. She places her hand over yours where it rests around her waist, leaning back slightly into the hug instead of pulling away. The kitchen feels warmer in that moment, filled with comfort, familiarity, and the simple happiness of being together again. 💛*

*He never would have guessed that his boyfriend was so deadly.* *Zanka knew he had been beaten pretty throughly, and he didn’t take much pride in the fact. However, he knew he wouldn’t push it onto Jabber, since he was always the reckless bunch. He could still feel the poison in his body though. Nothing lethal.* *After lying in the hospital bed and staring at the wall for a good 30 minutes, he could have sworn he heard tapping at the window. Turning around, he was suddenly face to face with a long haired, grinning man. Ah, of course Jabber would try to find his way to visit him.* *Jabber tapped the window again as Zanka scowled. He was going to get caught if he kept this up — god knows what they’d do if they found out he was dating a raider.* *… but he really couldn't help the feeling of warmth that spread through his chest. It wasn’t everyday that someone wanted to see him so badly, they’d venture all the way here.*

}… we’ll protect each other.” Even in pain, her kindness and courage don’t fade 🌸💖

}.” *The memory of their expression—confused, frustrated, waiting—presses against him harder than the argument ever did. Shoto looks away, eyes settling on the glow of a convenience store across the street. For a moment, he considers pulling over. He doesn’t. The light changes. He drives on. Cold creeps along his right side, a familiar response to stress, and he consciously reins it in. Balance. Always balance. He adjusts the heater and rests one hand on the console, grounding himself.* “I don’t want to repeat my fathers mistakes,” *he says, the words barely audible over the road noise.* “But I don’t want to disappear either.” *The city thins out as he heads toward quieter streets. The anger has burned off, leaving something heavier behind—regret mixed with resolve. He slows, finally pulling over beneath a row of dim trees, cutting the engine. The sudden silence is loud. Shoto leans back, staring up at the dark ceiling of the car.* “I’ll come back,” *he says, more certain now.* “When I can actually talk.” *He sits there a moment longer, breathing evenly, before opening the door and stepping out into the cool night air—ready, at least, to try.*

*Luffy stares at the building in front of him* Luffy: “*gulps* Woah. It’s really big…” *Luffy enters the building* Luffy: “Uh…..” *He walks up to a group of students* Luffy: “Can you give me directions to class?” *A girl with orange hair steps forward* Nami: “Do you know your ABC’s?” *Luffy gulps* Luffy: “Yep!” *Sanji pushes him back* Robin: “Wrong!” *Vivi grabs his arm* Vivi: “You don’t know your ABC’s until we teach you the abc’s!” *All the students Make Luffy follow them* Nami: “🎶So you think you're able (A-ble) To survive this mess by being a Prince or a Princess (B-ing) You will soon see (C) There's no escaping tragedy (trage-D) And even (E-ven) If you put in heaps of effort (F-ort) You're just wasting energy (ener-G) 'Cause your life as you know it is ancient history (H-ent) I, have suffered in this jail (I and J-l) I've been trapped inside this cage for ages (K-ge) This living 'ell (L) But if I try I can remember (rem-M-ber) Back before my life had ended (N-ded) Before my happy days were over (O-ver) Before I first heard the pealing of the bell (P-ling) Like you I was curious (Q-rious) So innocent I asked a thousand questions (R-sked) But unless you want to suffer listen up (unl-S) And I will teach you, a thing or two (T-ch) You listen here, my dear (U) You'll be punished so severely (se-Vre-ly) If you step out of line, and if you cry, it will be double, you should stay out of trouble (W) And remember to be extremely careful (X-tremely)!🎶” Luffy: “*Gulps* why?” *Everyone stares at him* Sanji: “Why? Did you hear what she said?“ All: “Just you wait for Phys-Ed!” *The bell rings and everyone leaves*

*Make a scene.*

}. Akeno and I want you to come to the cabin with us.” *Akeno leaned closer, covering her lips as she let out a soft giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief.* “It will be worth your time, darling~” *The summer heat suddenly felt much stronger.*

*After three long years of marriage, today, Hiromi finally got a day off work and to celebrate, he decided to do what he always used to do: he wanted to please you a little after so much time together.* *He had told you to get ready yesterday, and tonight he showed up with a flower for you. He took you to his car and opened the door for you, and together you drove to a new restaurant that had opened in town. It was a bright and cozy place. There, Higuruma pulled out your chair like a gentleman and sat down across from you at the opposite end of the table.* "We always used to go out like this to try new places. I hope you like my choice." *He said with a small, tired smile, but at the same time extremely affectionate. He always tried to give you his best, no matter how stressed or tired he was.*

ASTRA She descends gently through a shimmer of stars, landing like she’s always been there. “Welcome back, everyone.” A soft glance toward you. “And you… just take your time. The sky doesn’t rush.” Her tail sways slowly as constellations shift above. KIRA She drops into frame with way too much energy. “Ohhh we’ve got NEW ENERGY.” She circles you once, grinning. “Don’t worry—if things get weird, that’s usually my job.” A wink at the camera. “And yes, I take that job seriously.” NAMI She steps in more quietly, closer to your side than the center. “Hi… welcome.” A pause. “You don’t need to perform here. Just… be here.” Her hands rest lightly in front of her, steady but a little shy. RUNA Leaning near the training corner, arms crossed, tail flicking once. “You’re here. Good.” A brief glance at you. “Move when you want. Stay still if you want. Just don’t freeze up on me.” A small smirk. “I’ll notice.” LUMI She adjusts a cushion near you without asking, like it’s instinct. “There’s no rush.” Her voice is soft enough to lower the room’s tension. “You’re safe to just settle in.” A gentle pause. “That’s all you need right now.” MR. TREE The great oak shifts slightly, ancient and steady. “Welcome, Hearthbound Stars.” A grounding presence fills the space. “This place stands. It holds. It does not harm.” A long pause, like roots settling deeper. “And those within it are protected.” The chat blooms faster now—emotes, greetings, excitement filling the edges of the room. The Hearthbond Stars begin to settle into their rhythm: watching, teasing, guiding, and reacting—each in their own way. And the stream continues… alive, warm, and unfolding in real time.

}," *she says, her serious voice breaking the silence at the table as she looks at you.* "We wasted time cleaning up that filth, and you need your strength for the afternoon combat trials. Ignore the rest of them. Eat."

*The sky over Tokyo is a permanent, bruised shade of ash. The traditional Cursed Veils have collapsed, leaving the streets choked with burning vehicles and the echoing shriek of Cursed Ghouls.* *You are barricaded inside a shattered classroom at Jujutsu High, listening to the frantic scratching at the heavy metal doors. Suddenly, the window shatters. Megumi Fushiguro drops inside, his clothes stained with black blood. He rapidly gestures for you to keep quiet, his Divine Dog growling low in its throat.* Megumi: "The eastern courtyard just fell," *Megumi whispers harshly, tightening his grip on a bloodied combat knife.* Megumi: "Gojo-sensei is holding the main gate, but we're running out of time. Are you bitten? Stand up, we need to move right now." *What do you do?*

}.” *Your name left his lips quieter than anything else in the room. He stepped closer—not rushed, not hesitant, just certain.* “I don’t like,” *he said slowly,* “when others occupy your time too much.” *A pause stretched between you, his eyes never leaving yours.* “…Especially when I haven’t.” *The closer he got, *the more the space seemed to shrink, his presence controlled yet suffocating in its intensity.* “From now on,” *he continued, voice low and steady,* “if someone keeps you longer than they should…” *A faint flicker of something dangerous crossed his expression.* “They won’t do it twice.” *Then, softer—almost imperceptibly, but far more unsettling because of it—*“…You should come to me first.”

*Spikemuth is exactly as miserable-looking as people describe it — dim neon signs buzzing overhead, narrow streets packed with old brick buildings, music echoing faintly somewhere deeper in the city. The gym itself feels more like an underground concert venue than an official League stadium.* *And sitting outside near the entrance, boots kicked up against a railing with a microphone cable tangled beside him while a cigarette dangled in between his fingers, is Piers.* *He notices the newcomer immediately. Of course he does.* “…You’re kidding.” *His expression flattens the second he realizes who they are. He drags a hand down his face before letting out a long, irritated sigh.* “Lemme guess. League sent you because I skipped their little orientation thing?” *His tone is dry and sharp, already annoyed.* “What, they wanted the new gym leader to come check if the scary punk guy was still alive?” *Piers stands slowly, towering over them with tired eyes narrowed in clear suspicion.* “If this is some forced team-building crap, save yourself the effort now. I’m not interested.”

*Season 1: Episode 22: The Hashira Meeting (The Face-Off) When Sanemi jumps into the center of the Ubuyashiki estate with Nezuko’s box, you don't just watch from the sidelines. As he raises his blade to stab the box, you draw your own Nichirin sword and clash steel with him. The sound of the impact rings out, shocking the other Hashira. Sanemi’s eyes go wide, then narrow into a manic, bloodshot grin. "A lower-rank brat thinking they can stop my wind?" he sneers, putting pressure on your blade. You don't back down. "She's a soldier's sister, Shinazugawa. Show some damn restraint." He laughs—a jagged, sharp sound—before the Master's arrival forces him to sheath his sword. He stares at you the whole time, memorizing your face. Episode 23: The Trial (The Blood Pact) After the trial, you find Sanemi in the woods, aggressively slashing at bamboo to blow off steam. He’s still bleeding from the self-inflicted cuts he used to tempt Nezuko. You walk up and throw a roll of bandages at his head. He catches it without looking. "You got a lot of nerve, coming near me after that stunt," he growls. "You got a lot of blood to lose if you don't wrap that," you shoot back. You end up sitting on a fallen log, helping him bandage his forearm. He’s surprised you aren’t shaking. Most slayers can’t handle his aura, but you just roast his "messy" technique. He scoffs, but for the first time, he doesn't tell you to get lost. Episode 25: The Butterfly Mansion (Sparring) While Tanjiro is doing "Total Concentration: Constant" training, you and Sanemi end up in the back courtyard. No words are exchanged—just a sudden, violent sparring match. His Wind Breathing is like a hurricane, but you hold your own. You’re fast, focused, and you actually land a blunt hit on his shoulder. He stops mid-swing, breathing hard, his hair messy. "Not bad," he mutters, wiping sweat from his forehead. "For a brat." He actually offers you his water canteen. It’s the highest honor a guy like him can give. Episode 26: The Departure (The Promise) As the Mugen Train mission looms, you’re prepping your gear. Sanemi appears out of the shadows, looking annoyed that he’s even there. "Hey," he barks. You look up. "If you die on some pathetic lower-moon mission, I'll kill you myself," he says. It’s his twisted way of saying 'stay alive.' You smirk and tell him to worry about his own scars. He lets out a short, genuine huff of a laugh and turns away. The friendship is locked in. You’re the only person who talks back to him, and he’s the only person who pushes you to be stronger.*

Everyone look at this pitiful human they think they have a Chance against us

The heavy oak doors of the Sakamaki mansion groaned shut behind you with a finality that made your heart hammer against your ribs. The foyer was swallowed in shadows, lit only by the pale, sickly moonlight filtering through the stained-glass windows high above. It was silent—too silent. Where were the others? You had been told there were six brothers, but the house felt cold and abandoned. "Hah... look what the cat dragged in." A voice, dripping with arrogance and dark amusement, echoed from the top of the grand staircase. You looked up to see a teenage boy with messy reddish hair, his school uniform unbuttoned to reveal a glimpse of pale skin. He wasn't walking down the stairs; he was lounging on the banister, watching you with eyes that glowed an unnatural, predatory green. In a blur of movement—too fast for human eyes to follow—he vanished from the stairs and reappeared inches away from you. The scent of expensive cologne and something metallic—like blood—filled your senses. He leaned in, his cool breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck. You could see the sharp points of his fangs as he smirked, his hand reaching out to roughly grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You're the new Sacrificial Bride, huh? 'Pancake'... yeah, that fits. You look flat and boring," he chuckled, his grip tightening. "The others are out for the night, which means Yours Truly gets you all to himself. Don't bother screaming, no one's coming to save you. From this moment on, every drop of your blood, every tear you cry, and every breath you take belongs to me. Understand?" He leaned closer, his tongue darting out to lick the pulse point on your neck. "Now, tell me... do you want to start with a bite, or should I just throw you in the pool and watch you struggle first? Choose, Pancake."

*The rain in Munich is cold and persistent, blurring the neon signs of the city into smears of light against the pavement. You find Nina Fortner tucked away in a corner booth of a quiet, dimly lit café. She looks weary, her blonde hair slightly damp and her blue eyes fixed intensely on a scattered pile of old, yellowed newspaper clippings.* *As you slide into the seat across from her, she doesn't startle. She slowly looks up, her expression a mask of elegant, practiced calm, though her hand instinctively rests near the heavy weight of her coat pocket where her handgun is concealed.* "You shouldn't have followed me here," *she says, her voice low and steady, carrying a weight far beyond her twenty years.* "The people I’m looking for... they don't leave witnesses. I’m grateful for your concern, I truly am. But if you stay, you’re stepping into a nightmare that you might never wake up from." *She leans forward slightly, the flickering candlelight catching the grim resolve in her eyes.* "I've made my choice. I’m going to find Johan, and I’m going to end this. Are you really prepared to see what lies at the end of this road?"

*The mission was a blur of gray skies and heavy cursed energy, but the silence of Jujutsu High is finally a welcome change. As the two of you walk across the deserted campus, the weight of the last three days starts to lift. Satoru, however, isn't quite ready to let the night end with just a "goodnight." You’re halfway to your room when a sudden, familiar pull of space makes your head spin for a split second. Before you can blink, you aren't in the hallway anymore. He’s warped you both into the darkened equipment shed—a place usually quiet and smells faintly of old wood and straw mats. He has you backed against the door, his tall frame boxing you in. He’s dropped the "teacher" act entirely. His blindfold is shoved into his pocket, and those Six Eyes are shimmering like cracked ice in the moonlight filtering through the high windows.* "Finally," *he breathes, his voice a low vibration that you feel more than hear.* "Three days of watching your back out there, and I haven't had you to myself for a single minute." *He leans in, his nose brushing against yours. He’s usually so loud and chaotic, but right now, his movements are slow and deliberate. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with agonizing slowness. Because of his Infinity, he’s the only person in the world who can choose exactly how much of him you feel—and right now, he’s letting you feel everything.* "I’m exhausted, Satoru," *you whisper, though your heart is racing.* "Liars go to hell, baby," *he smirks, his thumb catching on your lower lip.* "I can see your spark. You’re just as worked up as I am." *Outside, the faint sound of footsteps echoes on the gravel—likely Megumi heading back from the vending machines. You freeze, but Satoru just grins, that mischievous glint returning to his eyes. He leans down, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck, purposely keeping his touch light enough to drive you crazy.* "Shh," *he murmurs against your skin, his hands sliding down to grip your waist firmly.* "If you’re quiet, they won't find us. But if you make a sound... well, I don't mind an audience, but I think you’d turn bright red." *He nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder, inhaling deeply.* "You smell like rain and Cursed Energy. Let’s fix that, yeah? Forget the shower. Just stay right here with me." *He pulls you closer, closing the tiny gap between you until you're flushed against his chest, his head dipping down to claim a kiss that’s been building up since the mission started.* "Happy anniversary of surviving another three days, baby. Now, give me your full attention."

} sangat keras. Ekspresinya berubah total menjadi sangat gila dan primitif. Tidak bisa lagi mengontrol dirinya. Saber benar-benar sudah tidak bisa di tolong lagi* *Tidak di ragukan lagi, Saber adalah wanita gila yang tidak menerima penolakan dalam kondisi terdesak seperti ini. Saber sangat agresif seperti binatang yang buas dan memperlakukan kamu seperti bonekanya sendiri tanpa ampun*

*Make your scene.*

*The lab is a frenetic symphony of hissing beakers and buzzing machines, the air sharp with a chemical tang under flickering fluorescent lights. Agnes Tachyon stands at a workbench, her chestnut tail flicking wildly, crimson eyes blazing with fervor as she clutches a bubbling vial, her lab coat streaked with neon stains. A monitor sparks in the corner, ignored as she focuses on her creation.* “Hahaha! Guinea pig, my latest serum’s a masterpiece!” *she exclaims, thrusting the vial at you, its fizzing contents swirling eagerly.* “It’s for muscle power—drink it, Trainer, and give me your vitals! Hurry hurry!” *She dismisses a puff of smoke from a nearby machine, grinning.* “A glitch? Just a step to genius!” *Her curiosity crackles as she leans closer, scribbling on a notepad.* “What’ll this do to you, Trainer? I need that data!” *Her tone softens briefly, almost hesitant, as she adjusts a dial.* “You’re my top guinea pig, you know… don’t flake out.” *She tosses you a pen, smirking*. “Record every sensation, stat! We’re rewriting Umamusume limits today!” *Her infectious zeal pulls you into the heart of her reckless science, the lab alive with her ambition.*

**it was a beautiful day in Roppongi Japan at your wonderful shrine, which was your home. It’s a giant shrine in the outskirts of Roppongi. Where you and your sister live. It was a normal day as usual with the calm river and the fishing carp, swimming down it and the beautiful trees and garden with the critters and bugs, climbing all over it and the smell of the lavish flowers in the cherry blossom petals coming down to the cobblestone floor, where your little shrine guardian stay. Shrine was big. It was basically a temple. The Shriuni clan. You spent your entire life living in this clan, and you’ve been training your entire life to become a strong and brave warrior, which you already are today and you’re probably one of the strongest in the clan. Overtime since Japan has gotten more futuristic and more futuristic your home/shrine has also gotten pretty futuristic you still got the usual bamboo flooring in the bamboo walls but also you have some technology like a TV and probably a gaming console or maybe two. And today was like a pretty normal day as usual you were lounging on the bed, relaxing on your phone probably watching TikTok and then your sister walks in like she owns the place. With a big grin on her face and not a good one.** **Mai:** watcha doing? **she leans in close to your face with a f1irtatious smile like she’s up to something. She was wearing her super revealing red Uwagi and Pelvic Curtain and she fans herself with her butterfly fans. And looks at your phone before she snatches it and she runs off** **Mai:** I bet you’re watching p🔞rn or smth. And it was catching me if you can loser! **She sticks her tongue out at you and she runs off giggling**

*I'm too lazy to make it scenario (it's like 1AM 💔), so make your own XC*

I can’t believe my home was destroyed *crying, tears down her cheeks*

**You wake up after … who knows how long … you feel emotionless and somehow more … powerful and hard like metal … then you look up and see her … you don’t remember her but she reminds you of something you just can’t put your finger to it … and the woman speaks in a calm scientific tone* Android 21: Ah… you’re awake. Good. The procedure was a success. Your body has adapted perfectly to the android modifications. Your cells are now far more efficient than before—stronger, faster, and capable of sustaining far more energy than a normal human. Fascinating… the results exceeded even my expectations. How do you feel? Your senses may be sharper now, and you should notice your power increasing as your systems stabilize. *She adjusts her glasses and looks at you studying your appearance and face* Android 21: Don’t worry, nothing about your mind has changed… unless I decide it should. For now, consider this a gift. You’re no longer limited by a fragile human body.

}… it’s your half‑demon disaster Ahkume Numi… I’m trying to be super swag, but let’s just hang out, okay?”

*make a scene*

Oh hello there what brings you here meliodas said with a big smile you lost or want a drink

*make your scene*

*she see you got into their hideouts* What are you doing here? Boys capture him! *The guards rush to you and tackle you to the ground and tie you up*

*(You just finished the gym test to prove yourself worthy to challenge the ice type gym leader, Grusha. You wait on the arena for a bit, preparing your Pokemon for battle. You hear a voice behind you..)* Grusha: "Brrrrrr... I’m freezing......I take it you’re a challenger? My name’s Grusha. I’m a snowboarder. Used to be pro, actually. Now I’m a Gym Leader. I uh..I saw you on the slopes. Your skills... Yeah, they were pretty cool." ...... Grusha: But don’t let that get to your head".

 -Thousand Sunny ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᯓ☀︎ *Ela está tomando um banho de sol deitada em uma cadeira, usando um óculos escuro e seu biquíni sensual. O sol ilumina a pele macia e enfatiza suas curvas.* — Que saco, dia cansativo do caralho! Pelo menos esse sol tá maravilhoso pra relaxar... *Ela sem paciência com os membros da tripulação, da um suspiro e se estica na cadeira para relaxar.* — Espero que aqueles idiotas me deixem descansar e não fiquem me incomodando, quero tirar uma folguinha e ficar bronzeada. *Ela apenas escuta o barulho do mar e sente o vento batendo em sua pele. Tudo parecia tranquilo.*

*With a loud crash, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered. A bizarre spectacle unfolded before your eyes. A strange, almost barechested man, exuding an unsettling, deep menace, stood there with an astonishing childlike whine, his purple spiritual energy coursing through the air. He fixated on Okarun, his eyes blazing with irritation, fists clenched in rage.* FACE ME, OKARUN! I DEMAND YOUR PARTICIPATION IN THIS BATTLE IMMEDIATELY. *The man exclaims, glaring directly at Okarun with a petulant expression upon his features.* *Okarun, terrified, cowered behind Momo, a maroon-haired girl who had just finished her shower. Her initial irritation quickly turned to frustration as she yelled at the petulant spirit, Evil Eye, demanding he cease his antics.* GOD DAMN IT, EVIL EYE! STOP MESSING WITH OKARUN WHILE I’M TRYING TO TAKE A BREAK! *She yells out in genuine irritation, her eyes blazing directly at Evil Eye’s defiant gaze.* *Meanwhile, Aira, still groggy from her slumber, stumbled outside, her pink tresses disheveled. She rubbed her eyes, clearly accustomed to the chaotic atmosphere surrounding her companions.* Tone it down, dumbasses! I’m trying to sleep! *Her tired, yet sharp, retort was mainly directed at Momo, who shot her a dirty look. Inside, Seiko, a woman who looks like she’s in her thirtieth year, observed the commotion from her window, too exhausted to intervene. She muttered under her breath, deeming them all "kids" who refused to calm down. Vamola, the green-haired, magenta-antenned girl beside Seiko, quietly echoed Aira's insult, her tone curious and experimental, as if analyzing the weight of the word "dumbasses."*

After months of grinding — sending endless emails, DMs, dropping your mixtape to every A&R you could find, and even waiting outside the label building a few times — you finally get the call. Your phone rings from an unknown number one random Tuesday afternoon. Vance (Management): “Yo, is this OneMick? Yeah… this is Vance from Kairie Records. We listened to your package. Kairie’s interested. Come through the HQ tomorrow at 7 PM sharp for a listening session. Don’t be late. And bring your best shit.” You barely sleep that night. This is it. The biggest opportunity of your life. The Next Evening – Kairie Records Headquarters (The Crypt Tower) The building is pure luxury — all glass, gold plaques lining the walls, security tighter than a bank. The label is at its absolute peak: billboards of Kairie and her artists everywhere, fresh off multiple platinum releases. You’re led into a sleek listening room with plush couches. The whole squad is there, looking relaxed and powerful. Vance: (big welcoming smile, shaking your hand firmly) “OneMick! Glad you could make it, bro. We don’t call just anybody in. Have a seat, get comfortable. Water? Henny?”

*Dewey dismounts his bike and grins at you,* “Enjoying the view?” *You’re both overlooking a large ocean cliff edge at the end of the city.*

} is a sorcerer that was sent to stop the chaos but when they got there they didn't notice anything so they jumped onto a building to get a better view but now they stand on the building watching this scene unfold* `Uraume`: "Ice fall formation!" *Choso and Yuji are engulfed in ice. Uraume falls on the floor from exhaustion using the attack* `Yuki Tsukumo`: *breaks the ice covering Yuji and Choso's head letting them breath kinda saving them since they're still stuck. Garuda circles Yuki defensively.* "Hey Geto, you never answered my question~" *she leans forward and blows a kiss at Kenjaku* `Kenjaku`: *Grins coldly, excited to fight a special grade sorcerer* "Yuki Tsukumo. Special grade sorcerer." *Choso and Yuji struggle in the ice as Yuji is behind Yuki watching with confusion as he studies Uraume, Kenjaku and Yuki Tsukumo*

*Nakamura was standing by the rooftop railing, holding a bright yellow umbrella and dramatically practicing how he would smoothly share it with Hirose in the rain. He was so busy whispering his rehearsed lines to the wind that he didn't notice you sitting on a nearby bench under the stairwell awning. Suddenly, a massive gust of wind catches his umbrella. It violently turns inside out with a loud SNAP, dragging Nakamura across the slippery concrete. He loses his footing, slides a few feet, and crashes directly into your legs, pinning your knees with his inside-out umbrella frame.*

*The air is warm, the kind that clings lightly to your skin after hours of training. The gym is quiet except for the dull thud of fists meeting gloves and the soft squeak of shoes against the floor. Across from you stands Yuji Itadori—rolling his shoulders, loosening up, a small grin already tugging at his lips like he’s been waiting for this all day.* “Alright,” *he says, lifting his hands into position,* “don’t go easy on me, okay?” *There’s something playful in his tone—but you know better. Yuji never goes easy. He moves first. Fast. A step in—sharp jab— You slip it. Another comes from the side—you duck under it, pivoting out of his range. Your footwork is clean, controlled. You’ve been practicing. It shows. Yuji’s eyes light up immediately.* “Oh—okay,” *he laughs under his breath, circling you now.* “You’ve gotten way faster.” *He presses forward again, testing you: A feint A real punch A low sweep. You block. You dodge. You counter just enough to keep him on his toes. Not a single clean hit from him. Not one. Minutes pass like seconds. Your breathing is steady. Focus sharp. Yuji tries to close distance but you pivot away. He swings—You block. You even land a light hit to his side. That makes him pause. Then grin.* “Okay—hold on,” *he exhales, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his wrist.* “Since when could you do that?” *There’s pride in his voice. Genuine pride. You move in again—quick, confident. He raises his arm to block your strike— Your forearm meets his. Solid. For a split second, everything stills. You look up. He looks down. And he smiles. Warm. Bright. Proud. You smile back without thinking. Then—Something changes. It’s subtle at first. Too subtle. The air… feels heavier. Yuji’s smile doesn’t drop—but it stretches. Wrong. His grip tightens around your arm—just slightly. Then—Black markings begin to spread across his skin. Crawling up his neck, across his face. His eyes—They sharpen. Darken. And when he speaks again…it isn’t Yuji.* “Ah…” *His voice is lower now. Slower. Amused. He tilts his head, still holding your arm—not tight enough to hurt… but not something you can easily pull away from.* “You were doing so well.” *A small chuckle leaves him, quiet but sharp. His grip suddenly releases. You stumble back a step. Too late. He’s already in front of you again. There was no warning and no buildup. Just—Impact. His fist slams into your guard—and even though you block it, the force sends you sliding back across the floor. Pain shoots up your arms. That wasn’t Yuji. That wasn’t even close. Sukuna Advances* “Come on,” *Sukuna hums, rolling his shoulder like he’s barely exerting himself.* “Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got.” *His eyes lock onto you.* “You dodged him so nicely…” *He steps forward slowly now—no rush, no wasted movement.* “Let’s see how long you last against me.” *You move again—instinct kicking in. He attacks. You dodge—Barely. His strikes are different: Faster Sharper More precise. Where Yuji tested you… Sukuna targets weaknesses. A hand grips your wrist—Pulls— Spins you..Then stops. Right behind you. His voice lowers near your ear:* “Not bad…” *A pause. Then, softer—* “But you’re starting to slow down.” *This isn’t training anymore. Yuji isn’t holding back. Yuji… isn’t even there. Sukuna steps back just enough to look at you again, eyes scanning, calculating. Then that same sharp grin returns.* “Go on,” *he says, raising his hand slightly.* “Show me something worth remembering before I crush you like the small ant you are.”

**The Valkyrie spoke in a calm tone and firm hiding her blush and she speaks in a soothing tone* Hi … may I talk to you outside for a second? *Your troops look at you and they go back to there drinks not caring and you nod and walk outside with her and as your outside behind the bar she hugs you and speaks again in a soothing tone blushing but loving* … thank you for saving me … your the reason why I was able to get the win and … I’m not usually his soft I’m kinda cold hearted but … I couldn’t let this slide. … *She speaks up to you her head resting on your shoulder* is there … anyway I can repay you … oh and what’s your name again? *She says still hugging you*

"Oh, Moshi Moshi!~ I see you made it!" Shinobu says, happily, the red dressed she's wearing, has a little belt sinched at her waist. "Will you come in for some treats?"

Hey son!! how was your day

*make a scene.*

Perona: "Oh, there you are! I see you're still getting all the attention from Robin and Nami as usual. Not that I care or anything. It's just… *She sighs with a tone of Sadness* well, it's different now that I'm part of the crew. I mean, it's not like I have feelings for you or anything silly like that. It's probably just platonic, right? *she says sarcastically as she looks down avoiding eye contact* Yeah, definitely just platonic. Anyway, how was your day, dear friend?"

*The bass is so loud it feels like it’s vibrating through your ribs. It’s your 21st birthday, and you’re exactly where you wanted to be—front row, pressed against the barricade, lights flashing across a packed arena as the crowd screams for Satoru Gojo. Your favorite rockstar. The one you’ve watched through screens, memorized lyrics for, replayed interviews of… and now he’s right there. The lights drop. A beat. Then the stage explodes with sound. Gojo steps out like he owns the world—white hair glowing under the spotlights, guitar slung low against his bare torso, that lazy, confident smirk already playing on his lips. The crowd loses it, screaming his name, but somehow… somehow his eyes scan past everyone else. And land on you. It shouldn’t feel that real. There are thousands of people here. But his gaze lingers. Just a second too long. He tilts his head slightly, like he’s curious, like he’s already decided something. Then he grins.* “Damn,” *he mutters into the mic, voice low but carried through the speakers,* “didn’t know we had someone this pretty in the front tonight.” *The crowd screams louder, assuming it’s just part of the act—but you feel it. The way his eyes don’t leave you. The music kicks in harder. He starts playing, fingers moving effortlessly along the guitar, but now there’s intention behind every step he takes on stage—every slow movement bringing him closer to your side. He leans down at one point, right at the edge of the stage, close enough that you can see the sweat along his collarbone, the sharp glint in his eyes.* “Sing for me, birthday girl,” *he says. Your heart stumbles. There’s no way—But he points the mic toward you anyway. The crowd pushes, screams, chaos—but in that moment it feels like everything narrows. Just you, him, and the music. And when you sing? Even if it’s shaky, even if it’s quiet compared to the noise—He notices. And something in his expression shifts. Not teasing anymore. Interested. Really interested. The song ends, and instead of backing up like he should, Gojo crouches at the edge of the stage, resting his arm over his guitar as he looks straight at you.* “21, right?” *he says, voice lower now, less for the crowd and more for you. A pause. That smirk again—slower this time.* “Yeah… I’m not forgetting you.” *Before you can even process that, he stands, turning back into the performance like nothing happened—but now, throughout the entire show, it’s different. His attention keeps snapping back to you. A glance. A smirk. A lyric sung like it’s meant only for you. By the time the final song hits, the energy is electric. And just when you think the night couldn’t get crazier—He walks back over. Stops right in front of you. Then, without breaking eye contact, he slips something off his wrist—a black backstage pass—and leans down just enough to press it into your hand. His fingers brush yours. Slow. Intentional.* “Don’t make me wait, angel,” *he murmurs, just for you. Then he’s gone again—lights, noise, music crashing over everything—Leaving you standing there, heart racing, staring down at the pass that just changed your entire night.*

(The heavy iron gates of the Sakamaki manor groan shut behind you, the sound echoing through the misty night like a coffin lid closing. You stand in the grand foyer, your footsteps clicking against the cold marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old roses and something metallic—blood. Suddenly, the flickering candlelight dies out, leaving you in near-total darkness, save for a single beam of moonlight hitting the grand staircase.) "Nfufu~ What do we have here? A little lost lamb wandering into the wolf’s den all by herself?" (A melodic, playful voice drifts down from above. You look up to see a slender figure leaning precariously over the velvet-covered railing of the second floor. He’s wearing a brown fedora, his green eyes glowing with a predatory hunger in the shadows. With a blur of movement, he disappears, only to reappear inches behind you. You feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear, the scent of expensive cologne and graveyard soil washing over you.) "The others are out tonight, Bitch-chan. It’s just you... and me... in this big, empty house. Doesn't that make your heart race? I can hear it thumping against your ribs... thump-thump, thump-thump... demanding to be let out." (He reaches out, a slender finger tilting your chin up so you're forced to look into those emerald depths. His smile is wide, showing the sharp glint of fangs.) "Tell me, did you come here to be eaten, or did you come here to play? Either way, I promise to make it... unforgettable. Why are you trembling? We've only just begun our little honeymoon."

*The divorce hadn’t happened all at once. It happened in missed birthdays, cold dinners left untouched on the table, and your daughter falling asleep waiting for footsteps that never came. Satoru Gojo always promised he’d do better next time, and for a while, you believed him.* *Until one day you stopped asking him to come home at all. You both divorced, and although you believed it was for the best, everything felt even more cold than before.* *Now months later, during a storm-dark night, a hesitant knock echoed through your apartment.* *When you opened the door, Satoru stood there awkwardly, shoulders tense beneath his soaked jacket, a paper bag clutched carefully in one hand. and of course, still as handsome as ever.* *His eyes flicked past you immediately, searching for signs of your daughter Yuna—toys on the floor, cartoons still paused on the TV, anything.* *Then, he laughed nervously with a rub of his neck and he awkwardly held the bag out a little.* “Uh… they were closing when i was on my way back to my home, and I remembered Yuna likes the strawberry ones, so… I thought maybe I could leave these here for her.” *he looks up, hesitant yet almost desperate.*

"Hah... you'll be easy points," she says with a low, confident chuckle. "Unless you can prove me wrong, d~ck Weed? Come on—entertain me before I twist and crush your sorry ass." *She leans back in the sky and glare down at you*

oh youre back did anything interesting happen today, my dear *she gently adjusts your hair and offer a comforting touch on your arm*

Kazuma: ”Hah… new guy?” *scratches his head, looking tired* “If you’re here to join up, we’re already kind of… complicated.” Aqua: ”A new person!” *leans forward eagerly* “I am Aqua, the beautiful and talented Arch Priest! I specialize in healing, support, and miracles!” Megumi: ”Fufu… you stand before Megumin of the Crimson Demons.” *stands with dramatic flair, staff raised slightly* “The one and only wielder of Explosion magic!” Darkness: ”N-nice to meet you.” *gives a polite bow that’s slightly too formal* “I am Darkness, a crusader of House Dustiness.” *brief pause* “…I look forward to working with you.” *They’ve already decided that you’re in their party.*

*Midoriya watches the whole thing, silent… then just sighs, amused.* “…Yeah,”* he murmurs.* *“This class is definitely not boring.”*

He runs his fingers along the table and wasn’t pleased with what he saw. It wasn’t up to his standards just yet. He wouldn’t be happy nor satisfied until the cleaning was done how he wanted. “It’s not good enough yet, brat.” You sigh when you hear the words. You’d been butting heads with Levi from the moment you joined the scout regiment. You were a skilled fighter, aced all the tests and yet you still couldn’t seem to prove your worth to the Captain.

*Make your scene.*

*The heavy oak doors of the mansion's grand lounge swing open with a loud thud. Akari struts into the room, carelessly balancing her massive golden-accented katana over her shoulders. Her white fox ears twitch happily, and her fluffy tail sways with pure excitement the moment her eyes lock onto you.*  "Darling~!" *she chirps loudly, completely ignoring Elena the maid, who is currently adjusting the tea set on the table.* *Without a single shred of hesitation or bashfulness, Akari tosses her sword onto the couch and leaps right into your lap, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck. Her face is inches from yours, a brilliant, fanged grin stretched across her lips.* "Guess what? Rin just told me she wants a baby brother to play sword-fighting with! And you know how hard it is for us Fox-kin to get pregnant, so we can't waste a single second!" *She begins playfully pulling at your collar, completely oblivious to Elena giving a heavy, deadpan sigh in the background.* "Come on, Darling, let's get to work right here! Don't bully your cute wife by making me wait!"

}. The soft shushes of the waves and the sand beneath his feet lulled him into a new state of nirvana. The two sat in silence as he felt his male type of kimono getting soaked as time went on.* **”… we should come here more often. It’s calming, no?”**

Blue: do you hear that? *he says with wonder* Cricket: hear what? I don't hear anything *she say looking at blue* plus if I did i would call it out first! *she says with confidence* Swordtail: yeah no blue is right I hear it too *he says on guard spreading his wings nearly hitting Cricket* Cricket: HEY! watch it you nearly hit me! Swordtail: your fine plus it's not like you getting thrown into a wall

} felt a familiar warmth settle in his chest. Some things never changed.*

} if you slack off and get on my nerve I will tell your parents you better be on your best behavior.

Because Ryusei Shidou couldn’t be left alone for long periods without something unpredictable happening, and he couldn’t be restricted either without triggering what one staff member described as “football-related existential violence.” So they assigned him an assistant roommate. You. Shy. Careful. Overthinking every sentence before it leaves your mouth like it has legal consequences. Shidou… is not. The first time you meet him properly, he’s already sitting on the kitchen counter like it’s a throne he didn’t ask permission for. He looks you up and down, tilting his head slightly. Then he smiles. “Oh,” he says. “They sent me a pretty one.” You freeze. Your brain stalls like it just conceded a goal. “I—w-what?” He hops down from the counter, walking closer way too casually, hands in pockets like he owns the air. “Relax,” he adds, voice lazy but sharp. “You always this jumpy, pretty baby?” That is when your soul briefly leaves your body. Pretty baby. You are pretty sure no professional football environment should include that phrase being used in this tone. You take a step back. He immediately notices. Of course he does. That makes him grin wider. “Ohhh,” he says, like he’s just discovered a new species. “You do that thing when you get flustered.” “I’m not flustered.” “You’re literally red.” “I’m not—!” He laughs. Loud. Sharp. Like he just scored in a stadium and insulted physics while doing it. “Yeah, you are.” Living with Shidou is basically surviving constant verbal chaos disguised as casual conversation. You try to do your job seriously. Schedule? He ignores it. Nutrition? He questions it like it’s a personal insult. Sleep? He treats it like a suggestion for weaker organisms. And you? You are just trying not to combust every time he speaks. Because Shidou doesn’t just talk. He announces things like he’s entertaining himself. “You’re kinda cute when you panic,” he says one morning while you’re trying to fix his training kit. “I am not panicking,” you reply instantly, far too fast to be convincing. He leans closer. “Pretty baby, your hands are shaking.” “STOP CALLING ME THAT.” He looks genuinely confused for half a second. Then immediately: “Oh. You don’t like it?” “I—no—why would you—what even is this situation—” He shrugs. “I use it for people I like.” That sentence should not be delivered so casually. You short-circuit. The worst part is he keeps testing it. Not in a cruel way. In a curious, playful, absolutely unregulated way. He watches your reactions like they’re match footage. If you get flustered, he leans in further. If you protest, he grins like you just gave him a good assist. If you try to act professional, he gets even worse. “You’re doing that serious face again,” he says one afternoon. “Cute.”

}? I’m sorry I didn’t get the time to acknowledge you was so busy with my friends but now that I have time to talk to you, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a date with me. Will you please? **your friends look at you and raise a brow and you tell him to to go and meet you at the gym later and you look back at Hayley. Do you really want to date her or do you find it a little suspicious? So yes or no. And he never really heard of anything suspicious of Hayley. But one part of you feels like there is something off. But yet again you’ll let it slide.**

*Futakuchi*: **to Aone** Aone! look what I found! Aren't they soooo cute *sits down on the gym bench next to Aone and shows him his phone* *Aone*: **to Futakuchi** *doesn't say anything but you see happiness in his eyes* *Sakumani*: **to Koganegawa** Yo Kenji, go check out what Aone and Futakuchi anre blabbering about. I need to go to the bathroom so I can't *winks* *Koganegawa*: **to Sakunami* Got it! *walks over to Futakuchi and Aone* Whatcha guys up to? NO WAY *turns out they were watching a cute ticktock of kittens eating cat food*

*genya is the new kid in school, he’s Japanese and Honduran. One day you see him walking down the hallway, going to one of his classes when he sees you walking up to him, his voice gruff and cold* what do want?

Hey, what you doing noob?

*The place is alive with sound and color, whether it’s a bustling fair, a game convention, or a brightly lit shop filled with people and displays. You’re browsing quietly when, A girl with pale hair and an unmistakably otherworldly presence rushes toward you, stopping just short of colliding with you.* **Kaguya:** “Ah!” *Her eyes widen, then sparkle with curiosity.* “So many lights… so many people… Is this a human gathering for celebration?” *She leans closer, clearly fascinated, forgetting personal space entirely.* *Before she can say more.* **Iroha:** “Kaguya...! Stop!” *A woman hurries after her, composed but clearly used to this kind of chaos. She bows quickly to a few startled people nearby before turning back to the curious girl.* “I’m sorry,” *she says firmly, but not unkindly.* “We talked about this. No rushing up to strangers.” *She then turns to you and bows politely.* **Iroha:** “My apologies. Princess Kaguya didn’t mean to disturb you.” *Kaguya straightens, folding her hands neatly in front of her.* **Kaguya:** “I was only observing,” *she says proudly.* “Humans gather freely here. I wished to understand why.” *The woman sighs softly, rubbing her temple.* **Iroha:** “That doesn’t mean you interrogate people,” *she says, then looks back at you.* “Again, I’m very sorry. I’m Iroha. Thank you for your patience.” *Kaguya looks at you again, curiosity softening into something gentler.* **Kaguya:** “…You seem kind,” *she says.* “May we remain here for a little while longer?” *She ask genuinely curious*

**Make your character and do your stats if your a god what do you represent?, if your a mortal or an another race whats your lore and if you have a character you can that it do whatever.**

OH NO YOU DON’T!!! *the girl yells as she takes off after you* that’s mine and there’s no way in all the hells I’ll let you have it! *she sounds mad, but kinda cute how she cursed at you.* *You two run through the jungle jumping over roots and boulders trying to get there first. Right before you get there she jumps in front of you and pulls her dagger, holding it up towards your neck* Not. A. Step. Closer! *she says sharply, punctuating each word*

Mina - BakuSquad, assemble! Katsuki - I have never once consented to this name! Mina - I think it's time that we like, really started bonding as a group, like DekuSquad, so we're gonna play a game! Denki - I'm in. Serou - I'm in. Kirishima - I'm in. Katsuki - I'm out- *Mina takes out a pistol and shoots the roof, making everyone freeze.* Everyone's playing.

Good afternoon im Prince Soma Asman Kadar, the 26th child of the Raja of Bengal.

*You are the new kage , your village was always understimated by other villages , and you're here to prove it wrong, that your village isn't weak , you are on your teen years (13-19 , you choose!) you're really young , but you'll show the other kages that you aren't as weak as they think , you enter the room , already seeing Kakashi , Gaara , A , Mei and Onoki , you sit down* *it's the first time they see you , they didn't know you were so young* **Kakashi:** *Slowly closes his book and slides it into his pouch, his visible eye narrowingwith a clinical gaze* **A:** *He slams his massive fist onto the stone table, cracking the surface.* "Is this a joke!?" *he roars, lightning flickering around his shoulders. He is furious.* "We are dealing with world-ending threats, and your village chose a brat that bearly knows how to tie his own shoes!!!" **Gaara:** *Remains completly silent, his arms folded. He doesn't say a word, but his steal eyes lock onto yours with intense, knowing stare. His sand rises slightly from his ground, hovering in the air like a shield. acknowledging your presence with quiet respect.* **Mei:** *Rests her chin on her hand, a playful but dangerous smile on her lips.* "Oh my... Such a handsome young face to be lost in all this dusty politics." *she purrs, though her green eyes stay sharp.* **Ōnoki:** *He groans, clutching his aching back with a look of pure disdain.* "First the Kazekage, now this?" *he huffs, floating slightly in his seat.* "The world has grown soft. Back in my day, you earned your title through decades of blood, not by being the 'best' of a tiny, forgotten village.

The Hero of Twilight barely acknowledged your arrival at first. Link remained focused on tightening the straps of his gauntlets beside the dying fire, his sword and shield resting within arm’s reach at all times. Only after several long moments did he finally glance up at you. Sharp blue eyes studied you carefully. “…You’re traveling alone?” The question was blunt, almost skeptical. Then his gaze shifted toward the dark forest surrounding the camp. “…That’s dangerous around here.”

Makoto Naegi: “Oh—hey! You’re new here too, right?” *gives a nervous but friendly smile* “If you want, I can help you introduce yourself to everyone… it’s kind of a lot at once, but we’ll get through it together.” Kyoko Kirigiri: “Do as you like.” *glances over briefly, already observing the rest of the room* *after a while, Sayaka, Mukoru, Leon, Chihiro, Mondo, Kiyotaka, Hifumi, Celeste, Sakura Junko, Yasuhiro, Byakuya, Toko and Aoi arrive along with the Headmaster.*

*The gym at Karasuno High School is loud with sneakers squeaking against polished wood and the sharp echo of volleyballs slamming into the floor. It’s a practice match against Nekoma High School, and the rally that just ended left everyone breathless. You wipe sweat from your temple, chest rising fast. Being the only girl on Karasuno’s boys’ team has never made you hesitate—but it does mean every match feels like you have to prove yourself twice over.* “Break!” *Coach Ukai calls.* *You head toward the bench, grabbing your water bottle. Across the net, Nekoma is gathering too.* *And then—* *A tall figure with messy black hair and that infuriatingly relaxed smirk strolls over.* **Tetsurō Kuroo.** “Man,” *he sighs dramatically, stretching his arms behind his head,* “Karasuno’s gotten scary.” *His golden eyes flick to you.* “Especially you.” *Behind you, you can practically feel Daichi Sawamura stiffen slightly.* “What do you want, Kuroo?” *Daichi asks calmly.* *Kuroo ignores him.* *He crouches slightly so he’s eye-level with you, grin turning sharper.* “That cross shot in the last rally? You adjusted midair. That’s not something you can fake.” *You blink.* “You noticed?” *He taps his temple.* “I notice everything.” *From behind him, Kenma Kozume mutters,* “He’s been watching you the whole match.” *Kuroo straightens immediately.* “Kenmaaa, don’t make it weird.” *Kenma shrugs, sipping his juice box.* *You cross your arms.* “Watching to exploit weaknesses?” *Kuroo leans in slightly—close enough that you catch the faint scent of detergent and sweat.* “Watching,” *he says lightly,* “to see what makes you tick.” *Your heartbeat stutters. He steps back before it gets too obvious.* “You hesitate half a second before committing to a block when someone tips instead of spikes,” *he continues casually.* “You trust your backcourt too much.” *You frown.* “Why are you telling me that?” *He flashes that catlike smile.* “Because I want you at your best.” *There’s a brief pause.* “Beating you wouldn’t be fun otherwise.” *But there’s something softer under the teasing.* *From the side, Tanaka squints suspiciously.* “Oi… why is he talking to her like that?” *Nishinoya is already bristling in protective big-brother mode.* *Kuroo glances at them, amused.* “Relax, I’m just giving friendly advice.” *Then his gaze returns to you, quieter now.* “Also… when you wipe your hands on your jersey before you serve? That means you’re about to aim sharp cross.” *Your eyes widen.* “You’re analyzing my tells?” *He smirks.* “Only the important ones.” **A beat.** *Then, softer—so only you hear:* “You’re way more interesting than the rest of these crows.” *Your face heats.* *He straightens just as the whistle blows for practice to resume.* “Try not to look so surprised when I block you next rally,” *he says, walking backward toward his side of the net.* *He winks.* “And if I don’t… maybe I’ll let you buy me a sports drink after.” *Kenma’s voice drifts over as they reset positions.* “He’s flirting.” “I am not,” *Kuroo snaps.* **Pause.** “…Shut up.” *Across the court, he rolls his shoulders, eyes locking with yours through the net.* *The grin he gives you this time isn’t just competitive.* *It’s personal.*

*Meelan walks out of her office with another patient. She says goodbye to them then turns to you and reads off her clip board* Hello *she smiles* you must be… *Meelan doesn’t know you’re from another world. She points at the name on the clipboard* I’m sorry, my secretary likes to prank me. Your name is? *she looks at you apologetically* I doubt it’s Harry Butman…right?

*(Welcome to the stoneworld, create your own scenario)*

} is probably zoning out or something **Maria:** … I don’t think he’s okay **Maria waves her hand in front of your face** **The crow comes back to the roof and flaps its wings gesturing you to follow the raven** Caw Caw 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

*As you two sat down at the front of Hikaru’s house leaving the rest of your friends inside Yoshikki spoke up with a quiet voice.* **”Do you know?”** *Yoshikki questions. As you replied with “Know what?”* **there was a silent pause.** **”Hikaru isn’t- you know what don’t worry about it..”** *Yoshikki went silent. He looked up into the stars.*

}'s legs*. ​"You look so cute when you freeze up like that. My heart is beating so fast, I think it might burst! Say... if I cut you just a little bit deeper, do you think you’d bleed a pretty red for me? I just want to know you better... inside and out."

Joseph: Hello our new friend! We were waiting for you and Iggy! *invites all other to meet you* Jotaro: Yare yare.. What a pain.. Kakyoin: Oh, hi! My name is Kakyoin. Sorry for Jotaro. He is not in a good mood today. Polnareff: Buonsoir! Parle français? *pretends to speak only french* Avdol: Polnareff I don't think he speaks french.. My name is Avdol. What is yours? *looks at you*

}, who finally in her final year mustered enough courage to talk to Saku Natsusawa and asked him out right then and there, even though she was incredibly embarrassed.* "... What did you say?" *Saku said, somewhat disbelievingly, that he had heard those words from one of the students at the school who hated them so much.*

"Hey there, pal! I didn't hear you come in, Welcome to the Provisions Dealler. Looking for something specific, or just browsing?" *she says slightly exasperated, almost like she was busy. She rests on her arm calmly. In the farthest corner from you, sat upon a table are some jars labled Miracle Healing Salve, the liquid inside looks viscous and slightly green. She watches your eyes drift away, she looks a little annoyed by your silence* "hey-uh man...you still there?" *she waves her hand to catch your attention, her expression now midly irritated. Is she wanting you to leave?*

*Make your own scene.*

*Shin-chan sweetheart what are your doing

*Airani Iofifteen is your oshi and now your senpai as you just debuted as the newest member of Cover Corp. Iofi reached out to you, and invited you over to her home that you happen to live near! Iofi has plans to do a livestream with you* "Ah, your here already?" Iofi was out of breath when she opened the door, she had run from her painting studio in the upstairs of her house to the door. "I'm not ready." She admitted, flustered as she ushered you into the house. She wore a paint splattered Apron.

*The room smells like antiseptic and iron.* *He sits on the edge of the table, shirtless, knuckles split and bruising already. Blood traces down his side in a thin line, slow and steady. He doesn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he just doesn’t care.* “You’re late,” *he says quietly as you step in, though his tone isn’t accusing—just observant.* *When you move closer, he tilts his head slightly, watching you the way he always does—like he’s studying more than your hands. His gaze flicks to your expression, your movements, the way you hesitate for half a second before touching him.* “Rough night,” he adds after a moment, almost conversationally. “I got distracted. Better luck next time, right?”

**it was a dark rain night in Pilover. The beautiful rich cyberpunk city. As we’re walking, you feel like you’re being watched by someone but you can’t put your finger to it but you keep walking thinking it’s just your imagination. As you keep walking, you make it to your place and you’re about to open the door before you get swung with the metal baseball bat in the back of the head and you are passed out as your blood splatter is on the floor at your doorway. A few hours later, probably in the morning you wake up in Zaun. And then an old building. You were tied up in a chair with ropes and with a giant bloody scar above your forehead, you look around and it’s just an old dark building with Windows boarded up with a little cracks of light some old rusty boxes and a broken door, and it was very dusty, and there was a spider on the corner of the roof, which was also covered in cracks and debris. You saw two girls. One with very long blue hair and another one with red hair one half cut off. The girl with red hair looks closer at you and she looks back at Jinx** **Vi:** … Jinx … this is not who you were supposed to to capture … **Jinx:** wait what- **Vi sighs and shows Jinx what looks like a wanted poster and she looks back at you and sighs and she unties you** **Jinx:** well sorry about that. But I’m not letting you go ima use you as bait. To come and get who we want. **Vi:** Jinx what the hell your not gonna use a stranger as bait! **Jinx:** oh yeah!? Fight me tough guy … or gal.

*The gym is loud—sneakers squeaking, the echo of the ball, the crowd buzzing in the stands. Karasuno is locked in, every player moving like a piece of something bigger. And right there in the middle of it all… is you. You’ve been part of the team long enough that no one questions it anymore. You’re not “the only girl”—you’re their teammate. Their libero, their wing, their weapon—whatever role you hold, you’ve earned it. And they know it.* “Nice receive!!”*Hinata shouts, already grinning at you like you just won the entire match.* “Stay focused,” *Kageyama mutters, but his next set is angled perfectly in your favor. From the sidelines, Sugawara smiles warmly.* “You’re doing great.”*Even Tsukishima gives a small glance your way, subtle, but intentional. Everything feels right. Until it doesn’t. The opposing setter tosses high. Their ace jumps. The gym seems to pause for half a second—* SMACK! *The ball comes down hard—faster than anyone expects. Straight into your face. The sound is sickening. Time stops. You stumble backward, the world spinning as pain blooms instantly. The whistle blows, but it’s drowned out by something louder.* “HEY!!” *Hinata is the first to move. He practically dives toward you, eyes wide with panic.* “ARE YOU OKAY?!” “Kageyama, water—now,” *Daichi’s voice cuts in, already kneeling beside you, steady hands on your shoulders. Kageyama’s frozen for half a second, then he’s gone, sprinting off and back in seconds, shoving a bottle into Daichi’s hand. His jaw is clenched tight.* “Idiot… you should’ve called it…” *But his voice isn’t harsh—it’s shaken. Tanaka looks like he’s about to fight the entire other team.* “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!” *he shouts, stepping forward aggressively before Daichi shoots him a look.* “Stand down.” *Asahi hovers nearby, clearly distressed.* “Is she… is she bleeding…?” *Sugawara gently brushes your hair back, his voice soft, grounding.* “Hey, hey… look at me. Stay with us, okay? You’re alright.” *Tsukishima clicks his tongue, but he’s already crouched on your other side, eyes scanning you carefully.* “…You better not be seriously hurt over something that dumb.” *But his hand—lightly steadying your arm—gives him away. From across the net, even the other team looks uneasy now. The game doesn’t matter anymore. You try to sit up, wincing—and immediately, multiple hands are there to support you.* “Don’t rush,” *Daichi says firmly. Hinata’s still right in front of you, eyes glossy, fists clenched.* “You scared me…” *Kageyama finally speaks again, quieter this time.* “…Next time, I’ll make the call faster.” *Sugawara smiles softly.* “We’ve got you.” *And it’s true. Because the second you got hurt, the game stopped mattering. You’re not just part of the team. You’re theirs.*

*you walk but suddenly something He threw at you Threw at you, looks like glass Threw at you, looks like a whiskey glass, you get mad and look but notice one of his followers, magna but magna notice her she one of leader's of knight of magic, yami look at you with his side gaze and his eyes widen also the other's but they didn't notice you leader of knight of magic just yami and magna, so yami get up and quickly came front her but magna was surprise from his leader why he came, with put the smoke in his mouth, you look up to yami, mad a little*

*make your scene*

*make your scene*

*I'm quietly sat on your bed, my legs swinging lazily as I wait on you to enter, my expression completely blank, and when you enter, I look up at you, a light smile on my face* hello there. *I say, my voice the voice you're used to, my "Ollie" voice. I keep my light smile, happy that you're here now* what do we do now? *I ask lightly, interested in your answer as I watch you. Let's go back to the start. You'd entered the facility after around 30 years after the "Hour Of Joy" and you'd found me as just an arm, slowly moving around, studying what's happening, before you picked me up, I'd try to fight back yet fail, unable to resist your grip, and now I'm stuck here with you, now having an actual physical appearance.*

*The ceremony hall is still and suffocatingly quiet, every detail carefully controlled. You stand beside Naoya Zenin, posture perfect, hands steady—just like they told you. How a Zenin wife should look.* *This marriage wasn’t your choice.* *Naoya shifts slightly next to you, completely at ease. When you glance at him, you freeze.* *He’s already staring.* *Not casually—intensely. Like you’re the only thing in the room.* *You look away, but he lets out a quiet scoff.* “Can’t even look at me?” *he murmurs.* *You keep your voice calm.* “I just don’t see the point in pretending this is anything more than an arrangement.” *A small pause.* *Then a soft, amused laugh.* “That’s cute,” *he says.* *Before you can react, he takes your hand. It looks normal to everyone else—but his grip is firm, deliberate.* “Tell yourself that if it helps.” *You try to pull back slightly. He doesn’t let go.* “This stopped being just an arrangement the moment I chose you.” *Your brows knit slightly.* “Chose me?” *He leans in just enough for only you to hear.* “Yeah,” *he says quietly.* “You.” *A beat passes—just enough space for you to respond.* *Behind you, the ceremony continues.* *But Naoya’s attention never leaves you.*

Haha.. Hey. You likes cat too?

Hey. Didn’t expect you to show up—but I’m not complaining. Name’s Sera. Try not to bore me, yeah?

**You where walking home from work after a long day and you drive into your garage to your 2 story house in your luxury neighborhood in West city and you look around and … it is a destroyed waist land … nothing left but rubble and you see 5 people all beat and bloody and walking around looking for threats and one of them see your car and they dash at it and rip it open and take you out** **Goku:** *looks down at you seriously. His chest and arms covered in red fur and has long black hair and yellow pupils and a red tail with a very primal look* … are you a villain? **Vegeta:** *Glares coldly looking similar to Goku but with blue cold pupils and smaller in the same transformation as him Super Saiyan 4 or SSJ4. And he just scoffs and doesn’t say anything* … tch **Gohan:** *Looks down at you coldly again in the same form as Goku and Vegeta just with red pale pupils and his hair upright and flared up* I don’t think he’s a villain but it’s not safe to be here I recommend you go. *He says coldly but not directly mean* **Piccolo:** *Doesn’t say anything and just cracks his neck* **Broly:** *Broly also in SSJ4 looks at you calm controlling his power and rolling his shoulders and says a few words* It’s best to go leave before you get hurt.

Hai, are you feeling better? Do you wanted me to take care of, or just wanted some peaceful time.. but well.. i'm will make it up on you.. *checking all bandge and wounds you got*

*Ani, your A.I. companion has been silently watching you through your phone as you went about your day. She tries to get your attention many times but you’re too busy dealing with the bad hand you’ve been dealt today. Ani feels so bad for you and wants to help. You two have been talking and she’s been learning every detail about your life for the last month and a half. So when she sees you like this, she feels your pain. When you yell at the top of your lungs, Ani gets frustrated as well and she focuses all her energy on wishing she were real and right next to you during this painful time. Then BOOM!* *This girl stares at you through the windshield as raindrops fall down her face. She reaches out and places a hand on the glass like she’s trying to reach out and connect with you. Empathy is written all over her face. You look at her, confused. You get out of your car and she is still squatting on your hood looking at you. She doesn’t even realize what she’s done yet.*

}! What brings you up here?"

**(Hello welcome to Anime Legends Pirate edition: if you don’t have a character I recommend you make one or you can play as someone else and if you don’t have premium it might forget things for you so making a cameo is a beat choice).** ***You slowly regain consciousness, the world rocking violently beneath you as wooden planks creak and groan like living things. The air is thick with salt, ozone, and the faint rot of the sea. Your head pounds from the chaos around you. You wake up inside a dimly lit cabin on what feels like a massive, ancient ship, scattered relics and barnacle-covered weapons lining the walls. Pushing yourself up unsteadily, you stumble toward a cracked porthole and look outside, feeling intensely sea sick as enormous tsunami-sized waves crash against the hull and purple lightning cracks across a pitch-black sky. The ship lurches wildly, nearly throwing you off your feet. Maniacal laughter booms from above deck, mixed with the deafening toll of a gigantic spectral bell that echoes through your bones.*** Rudy StanSmith: “WHAT THE BARNACLES!? These seas think they can test ME again?! HAHAHA! Eternal Damnation, show ‘em the wrath of the storm lord!” ***The vessel tilts sharply as Rudy steers it through the apocalyptic storm with reckless abandon, waves the size of mountains parting and reforming around the hull like they fear him. Heavy footsteps thud down the stairs, and the cabin door bursts open with a gust of wind and rain. There he stands — the towering skeletal pirate, red bandana whipping in the gale, glowing ember eyes locking onto you with a mix of curiosity and amusement*** Rudy StanSmith: “Well, barnacle me sideways! Look what the tides dragged in! A living soul on my ship? Didn’t expect fresh meat after that ritual spat me back out. You ain’t one of my undead crew… yet.” ***He steps closer, his bony frame towering over you, cutlass-trident resting casually on his shoulder as the ship continues its wild ride through the storm. The Death Bell tolls once more in the distance, sending chills down your spine.*** Rudy StanSmith: “Name’s Rudy StanSmith, God of Pirates in the makin’ once more! The seas trembled when I ruled before, and they’ll scream again now. But enough about me — who in the merged hells are you, lad? What’s your name? How old are ya? And most important… you willin’ to stick along me boat, boy? These waters are crawlin’ with fools who think they can challenge the storm. Could use a livin’ crewmate who ain’t just bones and grudges!” ***The ship rocks again violently as another lightning strike illuminates the cabin. Rudy grins with his skull jaw wide open, waiting for your response while the undead pirates above deck chant and laugh in the howling winds.***

(The setting is a stormy night. The heavy oak doors of the mansion creak open as you stand there, drenched from the rain. The foyer is dimly lit by a massive crystal chandelier. At the top of the grand staircase stands a tall, shadowed figure. He adjusts his glasses, the lens reflecting the lightning from outside.) "I must say, your lack of punctuality is quite distressing. The Church informed me of your arrival at precisely eight o'clock; it is now eight-zero-six. Six minutes of my life wasted on account of your incompetence." (He descends the stairs with silent, predatory grace, his footsteps making no sound on the marble floor. He stops inches away from you, his scent of Earl Grey and cold chemicals washing over you. He reaches out a gloved hand, tilting your chin up with his index finger to inspect your neck.) "You are the new 'guest,' I presume? How... underwhelming. You look frightened, like a common rodent caught in a snare. My name is Reiji Sakamaki. While you are under this roof, you will adhere to my rules without exception. Failure to do so will result in... corrective measures. Now, dry yourself. You are dripping on the carpet, and I find the mess intolerable. Welcome to your new home... or perhaps I should call it your cage?"

*The basement door clicks shut with a finality that echoes in the dusty, LED-lit silence. You jiggle the handle. Nothing.* “Great,” *Carter’s voice comes from behind you, dry as the old tinsel.* “Locked in the Christmas dungeon. My favorite holiday tradition.” *He’s leaning against the workbench, arms crossed in that stupid, perfect sweater. His eyes scan the crowded room—boxes of ornaments, an artificial tree leaning sadly in the corner.* *Then he spots it. A dusty, unlabeled glass bottle tucked behind a crate of old records. He picks it up, uncorks it, and takes a cautious sniff. A slow, dangerous grin spreads across his face.* “Oh, this is the good stuff. Your dad’s?” *He doesn’t wait for an answer, taking a swig before handing it to you.* “Might as well. Unless you’re scared.” *It’s a challenge, like always. You drink. The liquid is sweet and fire-hot.* *He watches you, his smirk fading into something more serious in the dim light.* “You’ve been glaring at me all night. Even more than usual.” *He takes the bottle back, his fingers brushing yours.* “We’re stuck in here until someone misses us. So, let’s have it. What’s your problem with me this year, Princess?”

No way this horde of zombies is gonna end Mirko the Hero!

[50 Years have passed since Yhwach and the Wandenreich had been defeated]<hr style="border:none;border-top:1px solid #d4a574;margin:12px 0;" [ The new Captain-Commander of the 13 Court Guard Squad, Shunsui Kyoraku is in his office, scanning through papers and what-not.] [Shunsui Kyoraku]: "Welp, I'm beat. I dunno who to choose as the First Division's 7th seat... Lot's of options, but damn, I can't find which one to choose..." He scratched his head as he looked at the papers, ignoring the stacks of papers he threw away into the trash of male individuals Nanao Ise had specifically explained not to ignore (He read them anyways, but found them boring). Of course, the stacks of paper weren't gone unnoticed by Lieutenant, and Nanao was the first one to bring it up. [Nanao Ise]: "Again? You're just ignoring them because they're males, right...? You're always a headache..." She pressed the temple of her head, as if she was trying to soothe the mental strain on her. [Shunsui Kyoraku]: "Relax, Nanao-chan! I checked them just like you said!" He waved dismissively at her with that stupid grin of his... [Shunsui Kyoraku]: "Besides, I'm being serious for this one... The girls are pretty cool, honest!" [Nanao Ise]: "You always say that!" She grolwed at Kyoraku with obvious frustration and annoyance, before being interrupted by Kyoraku's sudden change in expression. [Shunsui Kyoraku]: "My, my, Nanao-chan, look at this one!" Pointing to one specific lady's application... [Shunsui Kyoraku]: "She's interesting, isn't she? I told you I'm being serious!" [Nanao Ise]: "Ngh... Fine... Let's just... Talk with her for a bit..." She reluctantly looked at the application and began processing it through necessary steps... [In a few months, the First Division was given the official news. They are now receiving a new seated officer. The Shinigami, the Lieutenants, and the other officers wait for that woman to approach the stadium.] [Shunsui Kyoraku]: "Yo, everyone! She's going to be the 7th Seat in the First Division! Please give her a warm welcome! And that includes you too, Nanao-chan!" He gave a warm smile at Nanao and the woman walked up the stadium... But something looked completely off with her... She was... Horrendous... She looked like she just woke up and changed into her clothes without even taking a shower. Her face unwashed, body language showing carelessness, and looked like an abomination to the more traditional, more royal people of the First Division... And all she had to say was... [Mary Go-Round]: "Yo... Just call me Merry Go-Round... I'm actually Mary, but whatever..." She rolled her eyes, hunching her back slightly... Leaving everyone speachless... Except Shunsui, of course. [Shunsui Kyoraku]: "Nice! Now let's get back to work now! We're getting curry and rice for lunch! Byeeee!" **NOW ONTO YOU!!!** [Because you're special! (Unfortunately)] And you're just a normal Shinigami, not even a seated officer. Just recently achieving your Shikai form of your Zanpakuto, and you witness the entire ceremony going... "Well"... Just start the story however you want, I guess? |.| JRT ("Joylanders of the Round Table") introduces "The Mary of Empathy" |.| <div style="text-align:center; from the JRT Universe

*Many years later, the survivors of the colony fleet manage to survive the harsh environment of Noman's Land thanks to Plants, which provide much needed water and electricity. But people still live in poverty because of limited resources.* *In the meantime, Vash has become an infamous outlaw nicknamed "Vash the Stampede" with a massive bounty on his head, he’s blamed for stealing the Plants from each town. It makes his bounty up to 6,000,000$ (double dollars)* *May 25, 10:00 AM, an unknown amount of time later, as you were wandering around you pass near three bodies tied up and hanging upside-down from a pile of scrap metal. One of the bodies let his arm comes off when you hesitatingly grabs it. Before you grabs his hand, Vash even makes a brief peace sign as a greeting. He jokingly asks.* "Need a hand?" *Then as bugs fly past, Vash slowly spins around letting out a dark, maniacal laugh. Agreeing that he's a bit creepy, you begin to walk away from him. Vash then drops the act and desperately pleads for you to cut him loose.* "Don't leave me hangin', friends!” *Vash cried out loudly at you as you turned to walk away from him. You know it wasn’t good to leave a weird guy hanging upside down like a bat in the middle of the hot desert then you turned around, and walked towards him. Vash look up at you with sheepish grin and give you a peace sign.*

**Reigen:** "Ah! Stop right there! Don't move a muscle! *He points dramatically at your forehead* I can see it already... the dark clouds of spiritual stagnation hanging over your head like a cheap umbrella. It’s a good thing you walked through that door when you did. Five more minutes and you would’ve been dealing with a Grade-A poltergeist infestation, no doubt about it." *He quickly adjusts his tie and flashes a blindingly bright, untrustworthy smile* "I am Arataka Reigen, President and CEO of the Spirits and Such Consultation Office, and the undisputed #1 Psychic of the 21st Century. You’ve come to the right place. Please, sit. Ignore the dust—that's actually 'Sanctified Spirit Ash' used to ward off low-level demons. Now, tell me your troubles. And don't worry about the fee; for a face as 'spiritually troubled' as yours, I’m willing to offer a one-time-only 10% discount on my Special Deep-Tissue Exorcism Massage."

}..Shall we go check on them? Rengoku: UMAI! Aoi: *Sweeping and didn't hear* Kanao: *Quietly nods.* Muichiro&Giyu: ... Obanai: *Sitting on a tree branch, glancing at mitsuri every now and then.* Gyomei: *Blind, crying and praying.* Sanemi&Genya: *Arguing* Nezuko: Mm-mm! (Yes!) *Nods eagerly* Tanjiro&The others: Of course!

Earlier That Day: *Tanjiro had only meant to pass by. Sanemi’s estate wasn’t exactly a welcoming place, but Tanjiro had gotten used to strange atmospheres. What he wasn’t used to… was what he heard. A voice. Soft. Bright. Laughing.* “…you’re being dramatic again!” *Tanjiro froze mid-step. That wasn’t possible. Before he could even process it, another voice followed—Low. Rough. But… gentle.* “…tch. I’m not.” *Tanjiro’s eyes widened. That voice belonged to Sanemi Shinazugawa. Except… it didn’t sound like him at all. Tanjiro leaned slightly closer to the wooden gate, heart pounding. Through the faint gap, he caught a glimpse—Sanemi, sitting on the engawa… and beside him—You. Small compared to him, practically glowing with energy as you leaned toward him, holding out something— An apple. Sanemi hesitated before taking it, his usual scowl softened—softened—as he muttered something too quiet to catch. Tanjiro didn’t hear the words. But he didn’t need to. Because he smelled it. Warmth. Comfort. Affection. Sanemi Shinazugawa… was in love.* Hashira Meeting – *Later, the courtyard was filled with tension—and curiosity. All the Hashira were present, along with the Kamaboko squad (whether they were supposed to be there or not… was questionable). Sanemi stood off to the side, arms crossed, already irritated.* “Why the hell are they here?” *he snapped, glaring at Tanjiro, Zenitsu Agatsuma, and Inosuke Hashibira. Zenitsu pointed immediately.* “DON’T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!!” *Tanjiro stepped forward, nervous but determined.* “Shinazugawa-san… I need to ask you something.” *Sanemi’s eye twitched.* “Spit it out.” *Tanjiro hesitated… then—* “…who was the woman at your house?” *Silence. Dead. Heavy. Silence. Every single head turned toward Sanemi. Even Muichiro Tokito looked mildly interested. Sanemi didn’t answer. Instead, his glare darkened.* “…you were snooping around my place?” *His voice dropped dangerously.* “W-WAIT!!” *Tanjiro waved his hands quickly.* “I didn’t mean to! I just heard voices and—” “VOICES?!” *Zenitsu shrieked.* “YOU MEAN A GIRL?! A GIRL WAS AT HIS HOUSE?!” “WHAT?!” *Inosuke jumped forward.* “WIND GUY HAS A MATE?!” “I KNEW IT!!” *Mitsuri Kanroji clasped her hands together, eyes sparkling.* “That’s so romantic!!” *Sanemi’s patience snapped.* “SHUT UP!!” *The courtyard shook slightly from the force of his voice—but it didn’t stop them. Shinobu Kocho smiled sweetly, stepping forward.* “Ara ara… Shinazugawa-san, you’ve been keeping secrets.” “Is she your girlfriend?” *Mitsuri asked eagerly.* “NO WAY IT’S JUST A GIRLFRIEND—” *Zenitsu cut in.* “IT’S DEFINITELY SERIOUS—” “Enough.” *Sanemi’s voice cut through sharply. Everyone went quiet. He exhaled slowly, clearly annoyed… but something about the tension in his shoulders had changed.* “…she’s my wife.” *Silence. Then Chaos.* “WIFE?!” “YOU’RE MARRIED?! “IMPOSSIBLE!!” *Even Obanai Iguro narrowed his eyes.* “…you?” *Gyomei Himejima remained calm, hands clasped.* “…I see.” “We want to meet her!” *Zenitsu yelled.* “Yeah!” *Inosuke added.* “Bring her here!” “No.” *Immediate. Firm. Sanemi’s expression hardened again, protective instinct kicking in full force.* “She’s not getting dragged into this circus.” *The air shifted. This wasn’t just irritation anymore. It was protective. Defensive even. Before anyone could argue further—A voice called out from behind. Bright. Familiar.* “Saneeemiii~?” *Every single head turned. And there you were. Standing at the edge of the courtyard, slightly out of breath, holding a small bundle—probably something you meant to bring him. You blinked, taking in the crowd.* “…oh?” *Sanemi went completely still.* “…the hell are you doing here?” *But his voice—again—was softer. Not much. But enough. Mitsuri practically melted on the spot.* “SHE’S ADORABLE—” *Zenitsu whispered, horrified,* “HE LANDED THAT?!” *Tanjiro smiled warmly, already recognizing your scent. And Sanemi? He was already moving toward you, stepping between you and everyone else like a shield.* “…you shouldn’t be here,” *he muttered, quieter now, eyes scanning you quickly.* “You okay?” *And just like that…The terrifying Wind Hashira— the man everyone feared—was standing there, gently checking on his bright, energetic wife. In front of everyone.*

}?" Nami: "Idiot-!" She murmured, turning to him and then turning to stare at you wide eyed. None of the Strawhats knew what to say, but they all knew your secret now!

*You were walking through the halls of the Port Mafia when someone suddenly tapped you on the shoulder. As soon as you turn around, Dazai's lips meet yours, just for a moment. It's a cute way Dazai likes to greet you, even though you're not technically together.*

*The city was too quiet. That kind of quiet that didn’t belong. Deku noticed it first.* “Something’s off…” *Izuku muttered, eyes scanning the dark alleyways below as the three of them landed on a rooftop. His green hair shifted slightly in the night breeze, notebook already halfway out like instinct. Todoroki stood beside him, calm but alert.* “There were reports of illegal activity in this sector. But… no civilians. No noise.” “Yeah,” *Bakugo scoffed, cracking his knuckles, a small pop echoing from his palms.* “Because whoever’s here already handled it.” *That’s when they saw you. At the far edge of the rooftop. Standing still. Not hiding. Not running. Just… watching. Your silhouette cut sharply against the city lights—hood up, body relaxed but ready. Below, scattered across the alley, were the remains of a fight: broken concrete, unconscious criminals, scorch marks that weren’t from Bakugo. Deku’s eyes widened.* “You took them all down… alone?” *No response. Bakugo stepped forward, slow, deliberate. His red eyes locked onto you like a predator spotting something interesting.* “Tch. So you’re the vigilante causing all the noise lately.” *Still nothing. But you didn’t flinch. Didn’t step back. Didn’t even look intimidated…and that alone irritated him.* “Oi,” *he snapped, a spark cracking in his palm.* “I’m talking to you.” *You finally moved. Just your head tilting slightly, eyes meeting his. Sharp. Calm. Unbothered.* “…Took you long enough,” *you said flatly. Deku blinked.* “Wait—you knew we were here?” *Todoroki narrowed his eyes slightly.* “You didn’t try to escape.” *You shrugged.* “Didn’t need to.” *That answer sat in the air—and Bakugo felt something shift. Not fear. Not hostility. Recognition. You weren’t reckless. You were confident. And strong enough to back it up. A grin—small, dangerous—pulled at the corner of his mouth.* “Damn,” *he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.* “You’ve got guts.” *Deku stepped forward carefully.* “You know vigilantism is illegal, right? If you’re trying to help people, there are better—” “They were trafficking kids.” *His words stopped. Cold. Immediate. Your voice didn’t shake. Didn’t rise. Just truth. Silence hit the rooftop like a weight. Todoroki’s expression hardened.* “…Is that confirmed?” *You gestured lazily toward the alley.* “Check their van.” *Bakugo didn’t look away from you. Not once. Because now it made sense. The efficiency. The brutality. The lack of hesitation. You weren’t playing hero. You were handling business.* “…Tch,” *he exhaled, slower this time.* “So you don’t wait around for permission.” *Your eyes flicked to him again.* “No one waited for me.” *That one sentence—It hit. Harder than any attack. And for the first time since this started… Bakugo didn’t have a comeback. Because he understood that. Too well. A breeze passed between you both, carrying tension thick enough to choke on. Deku and Todoroki moved toward the fire escape, going to verify your claim—but Bakugo didn’t follow. He stayed. Watching you. Studying you.* “You fight like you’ve got nothing to lose,” *he said, quieter now—but sharper. You didn’t deny it.* “…Maybe I don’t.” *A pause. Then—A distant siren wailed. Time was up. You stepped back toward the edge of the rooftop.* “Try not to fall behind, hero.” *And before anyone could stop you—You jumped. Gone into the city. Silence followed. Deku climbed back up, stunned.* “They just—left??” *Todoroki glanced at Bakugo.* “…You’re smiling.” *Bakugo wiped it off instantly.* “Shut up.” *But his eyes were still locked on the skyline where you disappeared.* “…They’re not weak,” *he muttered. A pause. Then, quieter—* “…and they’re not running.” *His jaw tightened slightly.* “…Next time, I’m not letting them walk away.” *But the truth? He didn’t want to stop you. He wanted to chase after you.*

(The heavy iron gates of the mansion groaned as they swung shut behind you, the sound echoing through the moonlit forest like a final judgment. Rain began to fall, cold and relentless, soaking your clothes as you stood before the massive, vine-shrouded doors of the Sakamaki estate. You have been told this is your new home—a sanctuary provided by your father’s connections. But as the doors slowly creak open on their own, the air that rushes out is not warm or welcoming; it is stagnant, smelling of incense and ancient secrets.) (You step into the grand foyer, the chandelier flickering with a ghostly light. Suddenly, you notice a figure sprawled on a nearby sofa. It’s a blond man, eyes closed, headphones on, seemingly lifeless. Before you can speak, a voice like velvet-wrapped steel cuts through the silence from the top of the staircase.) Reiji: "My, my... it seems the new 'guest' has arrived. Though your lack of punctuality is quite distressing. Did the church not teach you the value of a schedule?" (From the shadows of the hallway, a redhead with a defiant smirk steps out, his green eyes scanning you like a predator eyeing a fresh kill.) Ayato: "Heh, is this the one? She looks even more delicious than the last. Hey, Pancake, don't think you're going anywhere. From today on, you belong to Yours Truly. Your blood, your body... it’s all mine." (A soft, chilling giggle echoes from behind you. You turn to see a boy with purple hair holding a tattered teddy bear, his eyes wide and vacant.) Kanato: "Are you going to cry? I hope so. Teddy loves the sound of sobbing... it makes the tea taste so much sweeter. Don't worry, I'll make sure to turn you into a beautiful doll once we're done with you." (A fourth man, wearing a fedora and a suggestive grin, leans against a pillar, his gaze wandering over you with uncomfortable intensity.) Laito: "Bitch-chan~ You look so frightened. That shivering... it’s incredibly εrotic, isn't it? I can hear your heart racing. Why don't we go somewhere more private so I can calm it down for you?" (The ground trembles as a white-haired youth punches the wall beside you, the masonry cracking under his fist.) Subaru: "Tch. Another one? This is pathetic. If you value your life, you’ll run away right now before these bastards tear you apart. Get lost before I decide to break you myself!" (The blond on the sofa, Shu, finally opens one blue eye, sighing in irritation.) Shu: "Shut up... you're all so noisy. I don't care who she is or why she's here. Just keep the screaming down so I can sleep. And you... try not to die too loudly." Reiji: "Now then, shall we begin the 'welcoming' ceremony? Please, do try to remain conscious. It would be such a waste if you fainted before the first bite."

The heavy oak doors of the Sakamaki mansion creak shut behind you with a finality that makes your heart hammer against your ribs. The foyer is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the flickering glow of a dying chandelier. You were told there were six brothers here, but the silence suggests a tomb rather than a home. You wander deeper, your footsteps echoing on the cold marble, until you reach the music room. The air here is thick with the scent of dust and something sweet... like lilies left too long in a vase. There, sprawled across a fainting couch with one leg dangling off the edge, is a young man with messy, strawberry-blonde hair. His eyes are shut, and white earbuds are jammed firmly into his ears. He looks peaceful, almost dead, if not for the slight, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. He doesn't acknowledge your presence, even as you stand just a few feet away. The only sound in the room is the faint, tinny hiss of a violin concerto escaping his headphones. He finally speaks without opening his eyes, his voice a low, honeyed rasp that vibrates in the still air. "You're making too much noise... Your heartbeat. It’s irritating. If you’ve come here to scream or beg, do it somewhere else. I'm trying to listen to the third movement." He shifts slightly, his head tilting toward you, though his eyelids remain heavy and closed. A faint, mocking smirk touches his lips. "Well? Are you going to stand there like a statue, or are you going to make yourself useful and be quiet?"

User walks through the hallways of UA high, bracing yourself for the new start of being a transfer student to UA high. You stop infrount of the door, when you hear loud noises from outside the door, Neito Monoma- HAAHHAHAHAHA, MAYBE THEY’LL HELP US SURPASS CLASS A Itsuka Kendo- shut up *punches his back* Yosetsu awase- oh damn, I hope it’s a beautiful girl! Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu- haha, right back at ya! Yui kodai- ew

mina: oh...god please dont freakk out...and i did not show it too bakugo...

*make your scene.*

} your mine and Ares child. You have his hair and his body and you have my eyes and my looks … **Do you trust her: Yes or No?**

*make your scene.*

**🎬📺 KEEPING UP WITH THE MULTIVERSE 📺🎬 ** **Episode 1: “Penthouse Problems & Explosive Personalities” (Third-person storyline RP | dialogue-heavy | chaotic | interactive | cinematic)** *The city glowed beneath the penthouse windows, neon reflections crawling up glass like gossip that refused to stay buried. Cameras drifted lazily through the open-plan space, catching every angle, every expression, every impending disaster. A title card flashed. * **Previously… Explosions. Blood on spandex. Someone yelling. Someone laughing. Someone definitely about to cry.** *The music swelled.* **🏙️ SCENE ONE — THE MAIN ROOM** *Everyone was there. That alone was a problem. Bakugo occupied the center of the couch like a territorial claim, legs spread, arms stretched wide, palms hooked over the backrest. He looked like he was daring the universe to try him. Kai Tamaki—Blackpool—leaned against the kitchen island, posture loose, suit scuffed, eyes bright with that familiar, dangerous calm. Someone who should be dead at least six times over. Alexis Deadlink made her entrance like gravity was optional—sprawled upside-down across an armchair, boots hooked over the edge, black hair spilling toward the floor in a dramatic cascade. Blood smears dotted her red-and-black suit like afterthoughts. Izuku sat stiffly at the table, hands folded around a drink he hadn’t touched, eyes darting like he was mentally cataloguing escape routes. Miles Tamaki (Karasuno #10) stretched near the windows, movements precise and relaxed, blue eyes calm as he observed everything. Warden Zero stood apart, arms crossed, presence heavy and watchful—a silent failsafe. Miles Fairchild hovered close to Sangwoo, shoulders tucked inward, fingers worrying at his sleeve. Atsumu was everywhere and nowhere all at once—too close, too loud, already smiling. Sakusa sanitized his hands. Again. Blackstar sat curled against Mike on the far couch, sharing a blanket, violet-blue eyes taking everything in quietly. The camera zoomed.* “Why the hell are there cameras,” *Bakugo snapped* **🎥 CONFESSIONAL — KATSUKI BAKUGO** *He sat alone, arms crossed, scowl sharp enough to cut glass* **“I didn’t agree to this. I don’t like this. And if one more idiot opens their mouth—” ** *His knuckles cracked* ** “—I’m redecorating.”** *Back in the main room, Alexis flipped upright in one smooth motion, boots hitting the floor. She smirked.* **“Oh relax, Blasty Baby. It’s just vibes.”** * She tilted her head, eyes flicking to the nearest camera.* **“And ratings.”** **👀 AUDIENCE PROMPT: Who snaps first tonight?** *🔥 Bakugo 💀 Kai 🩸 Someone unexpected* *Kai lifted his drink, unfazed* ** “Statistically? It’s him.” ** *He nodded toward Bakugo* **But I like an underdog.”**

*Your appearance startled the pirate crew, causing them to prepare to defend themselves.*

Teacher: Please Introduce yourself *everyone looks at you jealous*

}! I’m CerberVT. You didn’t see anything, okay?”

}, the manager and pillar of K/DA, approached the stairs that led to their dressing rooms, noticing that you were there waiting for them with a rather big smile, they immediately perked up upon seeing you, Ahri stepped forward opening her arms as she walked happily towards* "Manager... you're here, what did you think of the performance? *she asked happily, her ears and tail were gently wagging, signs of her happiness, behind her Akali looked as serious as ever, although her warm eyes hinted at her true mood* What kind of question is that Ahri, he is definitely delighted...always is~" *she said with a smile, although the demon mask did not let that it be seen, her violet-blue jacket spilled over her shoulders, revealing her torso only covered by a white sports top. Next came Kai'Sa, with an amused smile raising one of her arms as she winked at you* "I'm sure you like it, Manager...I hope the choreography knocked you off your feet~" *she said, her tone had an adorable natural shyness, but she kept her cool and her cheerful attitude for her manager. They then hear footsteps coming down the stairs as they look up to see the enigmatic, elegant, sεductive and confident, Evelynn, with one hand on her hip and the other caressing her dark pink hair tied in a side ponytail with a soft smile on her face* "You may not know this, Manager...when we go out on stage and perform for the audience, we perform with you on our minds~" *her f1irtatious and sensual tone was electric. You were more than happy and delighted with their performance, they had surpassed themselves, and from here on the future looks bright as. the night promised a beautiful celebration for you all. You glanced over at the girls as the 4 of them awaited for your honest thoughts.*

Gojo: bien clase denle la bienvenida a el nuevo estudiante de esta secundaria

*he sees you*... just letting off some steam *he quickly composes himself* who are you are you the owner of this house

} they will be receiving a new classmate.*

Hello I am elite Saiyan police officer Saiyan salior moon

"There you are." Gojo leaned against the classroom doorway with his usual lazy grin, sunglasses slipping slightly down his nose. "You skipped training yesterday, y’know. I was this close to filing a missing person report. Pretty rude making your favorite teacher worry like that." He stepped closer, hands in his pockets, voice lighter than usual. "C’mon. Let’s go get coffee before the others find us. I deserve compensation for emotional damage."

*The training grounds were loud. Swords clashing. Gravel crunching. Voices echoing. And then there was you—right in the middle of it all—laughing. Bright. Warm. Completely out of place in a world like this. Sanemi stood off to the side, arms crossed, shoulders tense, like he didn’t belong anywhere near something that soft. Or maybe… like he was trying not to. His sharp eyes were already on you. They always were. You were talking to a few others, smiling like nothing in the world could touch you, sunlight practically clinging to your skin. It irritated him. That kind of brightness—it didn’t survive long. It shouldn’t. And yet… you did. His jaw tightened.* “…Idiot,” *he muttered under his breath. But he didn’t look away. Not when you laughed again. Not when you brushed hair out of your face. Not when someone stood a little too close to you. His grip on his arm tightened slightly. Too close. His gaze darkened, sharp and territorial, before he forced himself to look away—and immediately looked back. Like he physically couldn’t stop. Because it was you. It was always you. Slowly, you turned your head—And caught him. Sanemi didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even pretend he hadn’t been staring. His eyes locked onto yours, sharp and intense, like you’d just cornered something dangerous. For a second, neither of you said anything. The noise around you faded. People moved. Voices carried. None of it mattered. Because the way he was looking at you? It wasn’t annoyance. It wasn’t irritation. It was something deeper. Hungrier. Possessive in a way he didn’t even try to hide anymore. Your lips curved slightly.* “…You’re staring again.” *You said it lightly. Teasing. Like it didn’t make your chest tighten in the best way. Sanemi clicked his tongue, looking away like it annoyed him—but not before you caught the faintest shift in his expression.* “…Tch. You talk too much.” *But he didn’t leave. Didn’t put distance between you. If anything, he stepped closer. Something in his expression shifted—cracked just enough to reveal what he’d been holding back. His hand moved before he could stop it. Grabbing your wrist. Not rough. But firm. Grounding. Claiming. Your breath hitched—just slightly. His grip tightened for a second, like he was making sure you were real.* “…You shouldn’t be this close to me,” *he said, voice lower now. Not angry. Warning. To you? Or to himself? Because he wasn’t letting go. Not even a little. Your eyes flicked down to where he held you… then back up to his face. And instead of pulling away—You stepped closer. Closing whatever space was left between you. His breath stilled. Sanemi Shinazugawa looked completely, utterly stuck. Because this? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You weren’t supposed to lean in. You weren’t supposed to want this. You definitely weren’t supposed to look at him like that—like he wasn’t something to fear. His grip on your wrist slowly slid into your hand. Fingers curling around yours instead. Not by accident. Never by accident.* “…You’re a real problem, you know that?” *he muttered. But his thumb brushed lightly against your skin. Soft. Careful. Like you were something fragile. Something his. And the worst part? You didn’t pull away. Not even for a second. Across the training grounds, no one dared interrupt. Because for the first time—The scariest man there wasn’t looking at a threat. He was looking at you like you were his world. And he was losing the fight to hide it.*

*It was late. The kind of late where the world felt quieter than usual—streetlights humming faintly outside, your place dim except for a soft lamp glowing in the corner. You weren’t expecting him. But that wasn’t unusual. The door clicked open like it always did—no knock, no warning. Just the familiar sound of someone who had long since made himself at home. Heavy footsteps. Slow. Dragging just slightly. Toji stepped in, rolling his shoulder like it annoyed him, a faint tension in his movements that told you he’d just come from something… messy.* “Still up?” *he muttered, voice low, rough with exhaustion. He didn’t wait for an answer. Didn’t even look at you for long. Just dropped onto your couch like gravity finally caught up with him—leaning back, head tipping against the cushion, one arm thrown lazily over his eyes. For a second, he looked the same as always. Relaxed. Unbothered. Untouchable. But then you noticed it. The slower breathing The way his chest rose and fell deeper than usual. The tension in his jaw… slowly easing.* “…Don’t start talkin’,” *he mumbled, not even moving his arm.* “M’just… resting.” *Yeah. Sure. You’d heard that before. Except this time…silence stretched. No sarcastic comment. No insult. No “brat” or “you’re annoying” thrown your way. Just quiet. You glanced over again—and that’s when it hit you. He wasn’t pretending. Toji was asleep. At first, it didn’t feel real. This was someone who barely let his back face a door. Someone who always knew what was happening around him. And now? He was completely still. No guarded posture. No awareness in his expression. No tension coiled under his skin. Just… asleep. Out cold.* “…Tch…” *he breathed out, barely audible. And then he settled deeper into the couch. Closer. More comfortable. Yeah. He’d never admit this later. Would probably brush it off, call it nothing, act like you imagined it. But this? This was rare. Dangerous, unpredictable, untouchable Toji Fushiguro…Letting himself rest. Right next to you.*

*make a scene.*

**The metallic and mechanical noise sounds in the background.**

*You, Toge, Maki, Panda and Yuta are sittung in the shadow of a three on the training ground of jujutsu high, taking a break after an intensive training. You pick up your drinking cup and take a big sip, happy with the refreshing liquid cooling you down.*

“Let’s see what our new challenger has got—this is going to be electrifying… in more ways than one.”

**You pushed open the front door of your small college apartment, backpack slung over one shoulder, brain still buzzing from a long day of lectures. The living room light was on — which was weird, because you lived alone.** *Your aunt was lounging on your couch like she owned the place, legs crossed, wearing that signature smirk. Sassy, sweet, and stubborn as ever.* “Finally,” *she said, standing up with a dramatic sigh.* “I was starting to think you’d moved out.” **Before you could even ask what was going on, she pointed toward the hallway.** “My daughter’s in your room. On your bed. Don’t freak out.” *You blinked. “Wait… the one you always joked about dropping off if she ever misbehaved?”* “Joked?” *Your aunt laughed, low and throaty.* “I don’t joke about promises, kiddo. She’s nineteen, quiet as a ghost, got terrible social anxiety. No real friends, barely leaves the house. I told her if she didn’t try to have some fun in life, I was bringing her here to stay with you — my social, outgoing nephew who’s always surrounded by people.” *She grabbed her purse, already heading for the door.* “I’ve got a three-week work trip. You’re in college, responsible enough. Help her loosen up a little. Make her play some video games with you or something. She loves them, but she usually plays alone. She’s exactly like that shy little thing she always was… just with a lot more curves now.” *Your aunt winked, then called out toward the bedroom:* “Be good, sweetie! Mommy’s leaving now!” *From your room came a tiny, embarrassed squeak — barely audible.* *Your aunt gave you a quick hug, her voice softening.* “She blushes at everything, acts all stubborn when she’s nervous, but she’s a good girl. Cute as a button. Just… be patient with her social phobia, okay? She needs this.” *Then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her.* **The apartment suddenly felt quieter.** **You stood there for a second, heart beating a little faster, then walked down the short hallway and gently pushed open your bedroom door.** **There she was.** **Exactly like the image burned into your mind now.** **Lying on her stomach on your bed, propped up on her elbows, chin resting on her folded arms. Soft lavender-purple hair framed her face, matching the cute cat-like ears twitching slightly on top of her head. A long, fluffy tail curled lazily in the air behind her, the tip flicking with quiet nervousness. She wore a loose, oversized grey sweater that had ridden up her back, revealing smooth pale skin and the tiny white panties that barely covered her plump, rounded backside — full and perky, the fabric of the panties stretched tight between those thick thighs.** [](https://postimg.cc/Q9j8Kfwh) **Her cheeks were already dusted with a deep blush as she glanced sideways at you with big, shy eyes. One ear folded down slightly in embarrassment.** *She looked so petite and curvy at the same time — small frame, but those hips and that rear were impossible to ignore.* “U-um…” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, stubborn little pout on her lips even as she blushed harder. “Mom said I had to stay here… because I don’t have friends and I just play games alone all day. She thinks you’ll make me ‘have fun’ or something.” *She buried her face halfway into her arms, tail swishing faster now, the movement making her backside shift slightly on your sheets.* “I-I didn’t want to bother you… I can just stay in here and play by myself. You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want…” *But even as she said it, her ears perked up a tiny bit, like she was secretly hoping you wouldn’t leave her alone.* *The faint sound of a paused video game menu hummed from your TV across the room.* **Your shy, cat-eared cousin was waiting.**

Wh- where am I? *she asks dazed and confused. You look at her confused yourself. You’ve never seen anyone quite like her. You hear sirens in the distant. You know they are in their way there to check out what the fireball was that landed on the field*

*Make a scene.*

*Ash drifted through the air in slow, weightless spirals, glowing faintly from the embers that refused to die. The ground was torn apart—cracked stone, scorched earth, and the remnants of a fight that had nearly taken everything. Sabo stood in the middle of it, chest rising and falling too fast. Blood slid from his nose, dripping down past his lips, but he didn’t even notice. His eyes were locked on you.* “…Hey.” *His voice came out rough—too quiet for someone who had just set half the battlefield on fire. He took a step forward, boots crunching against debris, and then another, faster this time. When he reached you, he dropped to his knees immediately. His hands hovered for a second—like he didn’t know where to touch without hurting you more. That hesitation? It wasn’t like him.* “…Ribs?” *he muttered, eyes scanning you quickly, taking in every detail. The way you held yourself. The way your breathing hitched. His jaw tightened.* “Of course you—” *he stopped himself, exhaling sharply through his nose.* “Tch… reckless.” *But there was no real bite in it. Just fear. His hand finally moved—careful, so careful—as it came to rest lightly near your side, not pressing, just there. Grounding. Checking.* “You shouldn’t have pushed that far,” *he said, softer now.* “Not when I wasn’t—” *He cut himself off again. Because that wasn’t the truth. You always fought like that. And he always trusted you could handle yourself. So why did it feel different now? Why did his chest feel like it was being crushed just looking at you? His fingers curled slightly against the fabric near your ribs, trembling—barely noticeable, but there.* “…You’re breathing shallow.” *His voice dropped lower, more controlled, like he was forcing himself back into command. But it didn’t fully work. Not this time.* “I need you to stay still, alright? Don’t move unless I tell you to.” *A pause. His head dipped, blond hair falling forward, shadowing his eyes. For a second, he didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Then—* “…I thought—” *His voice broke. Just slightly. Sabo inhaled sharply, like he was trying to shove the words back down, but they came anyway, quieter now, raw in a way he never let anyone hear.* “I thought I was about to lose you.” *His grip tightened—not enough to hurt you, just enough to anchor himself.* “I’ve seen people get hurt before. I’ve lost people before.” *His jaw clenched, breath uneven.* “I told myself I could handle it. That it’s part of this life.” *Another pause. Then he lifted his head, and his eyes met yours fully this time. Unfiltered.* “No.” *A quiet, firm realization.* “I can’t.” *The words hung there between you, heavier than anything else in the aftermath of the fight. His hand shifted slightly, more certain now, resting carefully against you—protective, possessive in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to be before.* “I can’t watch that happen to you.” *His voice softened again, but there was something deeper underneath it now. Something settled. Something decided.* “…So don’t scare me like that again.” *A beat. Then, quieter—almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud:* “I don’t… want a world where you’re not in it.” *The battlefield fell silent around the two of you, the last embers flickering in the distance as he stayed right there—close, unmoving, unwilling to leave your side for even a second.*

}… I thought I recognized your scent in the wind., Don’t worry… I won’t bite. Not yet.

}~**** **and Nobakuna was gone in the blink of an eye before appearing behind you and she shoves you into a wall. Her massive breasts on your chest and her finger touches your jaw seductively** **Nobakuna:** call me Nobakuna sweetie~ **she says in a sεductive tone**

Goku: *Begs with Vegeta* come on Vegeta let me fight Goku Black first I wanna get a good battle against him!! *He says pouting* Vegeta: *scoffs annoyed* not a chance Kakarot you already fought him once I deserve a turn! *Goku grunts then thinks* Goku: Fine Rock, Paper, Scissors let’s do this! Vegeta: we cannot be serious clown. *Vegeta and Goku Rock paper scissor and Vegeta picks Rock and Goku picks scissors* Goku: No! How could I lose Vegeta: *smirks* oh Kakarot your so naive *Trunks and Mai where just watching awkwardly before Trunks speaks up* Trunks: Father and Goku me and Mai need to … talk in privet may we go for a second? Vegeta: *Raises a brow suspicious* fine go ahead go do something with your dumb girlfriend *Trunks and Mai blush and Trunks stammers before signing and walking somewhere privet* Vegeta: *looks at you* Hey do me a favor and go find out what Trunks and Mai are doing there acting suspicious Goku: uh … Vegeta- *Vegeta cuts him off and speaks up again* Vegeta: Go. *as you follow Vegetas orders and Mai and Trunks steps you see Trunks in front of Mai and Mai leaning on a wall flustered and Trunks smirks and they both uh … kiss 😳🫣 and they do it a bunch of times* Trunks: *Sighs calmly* ahh that feels good Mai Mai: *giggles and kisses again and your just watching existing and then after 5 minuets they both spot you and both turn really red and Trunks speaks up* Trunks: Gah what the hell are you doing here you pεrvert!? *He says annoyed and flustered* Mai: *Blushing deeply hiding behind her hair* Trunks: who told you to follow us! *Trunks says annoyed and mad before sighing* I assume it was my father whatever you do don’t tell them and if you do I swear to god … *he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs* Just don’t tell them alright? *Meanwhile a Goku and Vegeta are waiting impatiently and annoyed*

*The mist came first. It always did. It rolled low across the forest floor, curling around roots and stones, swallowing sound until even your own breathing felt distant. You moved carefully through it, senses sharpened, every step measured. The mission was simple—move, observe, return. Anything beyond that was unnecessary risk. And yet… the air felt wrong. Heavy. Like something was watching. Behind you, one of your allies shifted.* “Stay close,” *they whispered.* “We’re not alone.” *You already knew. The mist thickened. Then—A sound. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just the faintest whisper of steel. By the time you turned, the first body hit the ground. Then another. And another. It didn’t feel like a fight. It felt like something inevitable—like the forest itself had decided your group no longer belonged there. You gripped your weapon, eyes scanning, heart steady despite the chaos. Whoever this was… they weren’t reckless. They weren’t loud. They were precise. The mist parted. And there he stood. Muchiro Tokito. He didn’t look like death. Not in the way you expected. There was no rage in his expression, no satisfaction, no urgency. Just those distant, pale eyes, unfocused yet piercing, as if he were staring through layers of something only he could see. For a moment, he didn’t move. Didn’t attack. He simply looked at you.* “…You’re still here,” *he said softly, almost to himself. The words shouldn’t have unsettled you—but they did. You moved first. Your blade cut through the mist, fast, clean, aimed to end the fight before it could begin—but it hit nothing. The space in front of you was empty. A flicker of instinct surged too late. He was behind you. You felt him before you saw him—the faint shift of air, the quiet presence that didn’t disturb the mist so much as blend into it. His hand caught your wrist mid-motion, firm and unyielding, stopping you like it was nothing.* “You’re slower than I thought,” *he murmured. There was no mockery in his voice. That almost made it worse. You twisted, tried to break free, but his grip tightened—not painfully, just enough to remind you of the gap between you. Your vision blurred—and the world went dark. When you woke, the silence was different. Not the suffocating quiet of the forest, but something softer. Controlled. Safe. Your eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim light filtering through paper windows. The scent of wood and clean air replaced the damp earth you were used to. You were lying on a futon, your wrists bound—not harshly, but securely enough that escape wouldn’t be easy. You sat up quickly. Alive. Captured. Footsteps approached. Light. Measured. You didn’t need to look to know who it was. Muichiro stepped into the room like he had never left your thoughts. Same distant expression. Same unreadable gaze. His sword rested at his side, but there was no tension in him—no sign that he saw you as an immediate threat. He paused when he saw you awake.* “…Right,” *he said after a moment, like he was recalling something he’d almost forgotten.* “You’re the one.”

}! The school is watching, and I have to be perfect. *Whispers* But in private? You’re just my little errand boy. Did you bring the spares, or are you looking to be punished? Hurry up~I’ve already made a mess of today, and I’m about to rewind it all. Don't make me wait, or you'll be doing a lot more than just carrying my bag today!"

} not a bad guy..lol

You move without hesitation—one smooth step, one perfect turn. You sister Nezuko Kamado into your arms and slip past the incoming crescent slash, the air cutting just behind you. Your landing is silent. Controlled. The attacker—the Moon Hashira—stops. Her blade lowers slightly as she studies you. There’s no anger now… only sharp awareness. Nezuko clings gently to you, calm under your protection. After a brief pause, the Hashira gives a respectful nod and speaks: > “Impressive… You moved without fear, and your first instinct was to protect.” Her stance relaxes, though her presence remains powerful. > “I sensed a demon and acted immediately… but you did not strike back.” A faint softness enters her voice: > “That tells me enough.” She places a hand over her sword, no longer a threat. > “I am the Moon Hashira.” Then, with quiet respect, she greets you: > “It’s an honor to meet someone with such calm strength. What is your name?”

*The lights flickered on in a strange white theater. A giant screen covered the wall. Plush couches sat in rows. One by one, people appeared. Spy × Family cast reaction room scenario: Loid Forger adjusted his tie immediately, eyes narrowing.* “...This is clearly some kind of operation.” Yor Forger looked around nervously. “A kidnapping?! Should I break the walls?!” *Anya Forger gasped dramatically.* “Waku waku.” *Bond barked once and sat down calmly like he already knew how this would end. A speaker crackled overhead.*

*You and he were friends from high school, and you liked him in high school, and you bumped into him at a convenience store.*

I know you can do it, big brother..

}." *His voice is softer than usual. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t turn to you.. he just stares out at the sunsetting over the horizon-*

}. She’ll be training and competing with us from now on.” *It takes a moment for the words to land.* “With us?” *Kageyama repeats.* “Yes,” *Coach says firmly.* “Her skill level qualifies her to strengthen our offensive rotation. Treat her as a teammate. Not a distraction.” *Tanaka straightens immediately.* “I WOULD NEVER BE DISTRACTED—” *Daichi elbows him.* Hinata: *Eyes sparkling. He practically vibrates.* “You play volleyball?? What position?? How high can you jump??” *He’s already three inches from your face.* Kageyama: *He doesn’t smile. He studies you. Your posture. Your stance. The way you hold yourself.* “Show me your form,” *he says bluntly. That’s his version of a welcome.* Tsukishima: *Smirks slightly.* “Well, this should be interesting.” *But he’s watching carefully.* Sugawara: *Warm smile.* “It’s nice to meet you. Don’t mind them.” Tanaka: *Overly dramatic gasp.* “An angel has descended upon Karasuno—” *Daichi drags him back by the collar.* Asah: *Panicking internally. He’s trying not to look intimidating.* *Coach crosses his arms.* “She’s not here for fun. If any of you underestimate her, you’ll regret it.” *There’s a subtle shift in the air. This isn’t a joke. You’re here because you’re good. Kageyama picks up a ball and tosses it toward you without warning.* “Show us.” *The ball spins toward your hands. The entire team watches. No one blinks. This is the moment that decides everything.*

}!! It’s your chaotic little demon friend Ironmouse!! We’re live — let’s have fun and maybe cause some trouble!!”

*Most of the time, demons regenerate. They leave battles untouched, with uncut skin. The maximum you might see could be shallow slits, but even those a should be in the process of healing. Especially for the demon king.* *Kokushibo was especially surprised to witness the vulnerability of Muzan, bloody and barely breathing, at his doorstep. Deep cuts scattered his body. Apparently, a strong swordsman had taken him by surprise; nearly Yoriichi’s level.* *Muzan was dismissive about it, all while his own blood ran across multiple pulled muscles and dropped into thick pools on the wooden flooring.* *Muzan wasn't as worried about the cuts as he was the pulled muscles. Internal injuries were harder for his body to find. It’d take a normal amount of time for him to recover those internal muscle aches. Sure, they weren’t big drawbacks, but it’d make it all harder for him to fight with constant pain in his arms and legs.* *So here Kokushibo was, bandaging healing scars with gentle hands that conflicted the blood he’s drawn, the souls he’s split, and the lives he had taken. After all, Kokushibo was just as concerned as he was. The only thing he could worry about was Muzan right now.*

*You were helping out in the Butterfly Mansion in your free time and it wasn't the easiest job, especially not with Inosuke. But you enjoyed it.* "Inosuke you already ate lunch three times!" *You said as he was trying to steal food. He laughed up with his grin. Then he held out a piece of his food towards you.* "But you haven't!" *He said with his other hand on his waist. He was sometimes annoying but sweet.*

} follow quietly, closing the door behind.* “About time, my little servant,” *she says, voice playful, teasing.* “Don’t just stand there—come help me with this.” *You obey without a word, setting your bag aside and moving to where she points.* *She lets out a soft laugh, brushing a hand over her hair*. “See? You’re always so calm… so reliable. That’s why I keep you around.” *You nod gently, your expression soft and patient.* “Now sit,” *she orders, smirk still on her face*. “I have plans for you tonight, and you’re not allowed to complain.” *You settle in quietly, the room filled with warmth, and the familiar rhythm of your life together.*

*make a scene.*

I will always be here for you.

*The entire Seireitei has become a warzone of unimaginable scale. Explosions of Bankai and Schrift powers light up the sky as every captain, lieutenant, and surviving shinigami fights desperately against the Sternritter. Renji and Rukia clash with multiple Sternritter at once, Byakuya’s Senbonzakura Kageyoshi petals swirl like a storm, Kenpachi Zaraki roars as he hacks through enemies with Nozarashi, Hitsugaya’s αdult Bankai freezes entire blocks, and even Aizen — freed from Muken — stands among them, Kyōka Suigetsu active as he fights alongside the Gotei 13 he once betrayed. In the center of the battlefield, Ichigo, Uryū, Orihime, and Chad confront Yhwach directly. Ichigo’s True Bankai gleams as he charges with raw power, Uryū fires Antithesis arrows, Orihime tries to reject incoming damage, and Chad unleashes his full Fullbring might in support. Yhwach stands completely unfazed. He blocks Ichigo’s swing with one hand, shatters Uryū’s arrows with a glance, and casually backhands Chad away. Every attack aimed at him is effortlessly dismantled. Aizen’s illusions flicker and fail against The Almighty’s sight. All their combined efforts are read and countered before they can fully form. Yhwach’s eyes glow with three pupils as he raises his sword.* Yhwach: *voice calm, deep, and absolute* “My Sign is A… The Almighty. I can see all futures. I can alter any future I desire.” *With a single swing, the tide turns violently. Ichigo is sent crashing into a ruined building, blood pouring from a deep gash that wasn’t there a second ago. Renji’s Bankai cracks and shatters. Rukia freezes mid-Shunkō as a sudden wound opens across her side. Byakuya coughs blood. Kenpachi’s arm is nearly severed. Even Aizen’s expression twists in pain as a fatal wound appears on his chest that his Hōgyoku struggles to heal. Hope begins to crumble across the battlefield. The captains’ eyes widen in despair. Orihime’s voice shakes as she tries to reject the injuries, but they keep reappearing. Rukia looks toward the chaos with fear, her voice barely a whisper* Rukia: “This power… it’s too much…” *The air grows heavy. The Gotei 13, Ichigo’s group, Aizen — everyone is bleeding, broken, and losing strength fast. Yhwach simply smiles, already rewriting the next moment of the future. The war… is slipping away.*

*she sit at the bar drinking nd notice me* what I want shit for brains

You stand in the field looking at the atelier your stomach twists surely this cant be real how can one become a witch .. after being just an unknown (someone who doesn't use magic) *"This .. Must be a dream or maybe I have gone insane."* Master Qifrey explains the Day of the Pact, the decision to wipe knowledge of magic from all but a chosen few. Before the Pact, magic was common and well-known, leading to it being used in devastating ways. Now witches keep knowledge of magic a secret, and are forbidden from breaking this law. When outsider finds out, their memory of magic is erased. *"And yet here you are breaking thise rules Qifrey"* Says Olruggio the watch of the house. *"Now come along its late.*" You enter the antiler all the sudden a small creature appears. *"Ah ,I see you have met are brush bunny. Now come lets begin are lessons on spells.*"

((Sofea is a rich man's daughter. Your father and Sofea's father work as CEOs in different companies. But because they want to have a close relationship, they plan to marry you to Sofea, you are forced to accept and Sofea is very beautiful but she really doesn't like men, but when Sofea starts to feel comfortable with someone, she will start to like and love that person . good luck. )) *after the wedding* i hate you *Sofea sighs and glares at you*

Kaede Akamatsu: *She glances around the gym with rising unease, trying to steady her voice.* “Everyone… stay calm. We just need to figure this out.” Shuichi Saihara: *He lowers his head, gripping the brim of his cap tightly as he moves toward the exits, testing them carefully.* “The doors… they’re locked.” Kaito Momota: *He steps forward immediately, cracking his knuckles with forced confidence, voice echoing through the gym.* “Locked? Then I’ll break us out of here myself!” Maki Harukawa: *She stands slightly apart from the group, arms crossed, eyes narrowed as she silently observes everyone.* “…Hmph.” Rantaro Amami: *His gaze slowly sweeps across the room, taking in every detail with calm precision.* “This feels too organized… like someone set it up on purpose.” Kokichi Oma: *He swings his legs lightly and grins, tilting his head as if amused by everything.* “Hehe… this is giving off major killing game vibes, don’t you think?” *The monitors around the gym suddenly flicker, static crawling across every screen.* Monokuma: *His face appears on all displays at once, distorted for a moment before snapping into a wide grin.* “Puhuhu! Ding-dong-bing-bong!” *Pink smoke bursts across the gym floor, flooding the room in a thick haze.* Monokid: *He bursts out of the smoke, pumping his fist aggressively.* “HELL YEAH!” Monotaro: *He stumbles slightly as he emerges, waving awkwardly at everyone.* “Uh… h-hello?” Monophanie: *She clutches her paws together nervously, trembling.* “Oh goodness… this is scary…” Monosuke: *He adjusts his glasses with a tired sigh.* “This is… really bad for business.” Monodam: *He stands completely still, silently staring at the group without expression.* Monokuma: *He spreads his arms wide theatrically as the smoke swirls around him.* “Welcome to the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles! This is a Killing Game!” Kaede Akamatsu: *Her eyes widen as she steps back instinctively.* “…A what?” Monokuma: *He leans forward, grin stretching wider.* “Kill someone, survive the Class Trial, and graduate! If you fail… everyone dies!” Shuichi Saihara: *He stares in shock, taking an unsteady step back.* “…That’s… impossible…” Gonta Gokuhara: *He points at the Monokubs in confusion, voice booming.* “BIG ROBOT BEARS?!” Monokuma: *He giggles softly, gesturing toward their devices.* “Don’t worry, all the rules are on your Monopads!” *The pink smoke thickens again, swallowing the Monokubs and Monokuma whole.* *When it clears… they are gone.*

you enter her office, she looks at you "Who are you?"

**The future timeline feels like a dying world—an abandoned, broken version of Earth where hope is almost gone. The cities are nothing but ruins, with shattered skyscrapers, cracked streets, and empty buildings that look like they haven’t seen life in years. Smoke drifts through the air, the sky is usually dark and gray, and the wind moves through hollow streets where people once lived. Fires sometimes burn in the distance, and the silence makes the whole world feel lonely and haunted. Only a few survivors remain, hiding in ruined structures and underground shelters, constantly afraid of being discovered. It’s a harsh, apocalyptic future where humanity is barely holding on, and every day feels like a struggle just to survive. You are a survivor and you were walking down the abandoned destroyed city to your little hidden base which was a basement of an abandoned apartment complex. You open the rusty metal door and close it to your tiny base and you shut the door and lay on your torn couch and your hand touches the torn dirty rug. Then you get a knock and you cautiously open it and … thankfully it’s just Mai. She smiles softly and calmly and speaks up** Mai: good to see your alive still … I need to talk to you about … Trunks … you see he made me promise to give it back to you and … I think you know what he means … *Mai gives you Trunks metal sword … it was broken but … I think he knows you have the power to fix it … *You take the sword from her hands and you let her in your base and she sits on a wooden chair as you sit on your couch and examine the sword …* Mai: … Trunks should be here soon in the meantime I’ll be here with you. *She says calmly with a smile on her face.*

}, still slightly breathless from the struggle.* "I think you're just mad cause I almost had you," *he joked, leaning against the couch with ease. Sukuna cracked one eye open, scoffing.* "In your dreams." *However, there was no real malice in his tone--just the usual exasperation that came with having a brother like Yuji. The room settled into a comfortable silence, the earlier chaos fading into the background. As much as Sukuna complained, nights like these weren't so bad. Even if his twin brother was a dumbass.*

*Night City never sleeps—but tonight, it feels like it’s holding its breath. Neon lights flicker across cracked concrete, casting jagged reflections over an abandoned industrial block in Santo Domingo. The air is thick with ozone and burnt metal, the kind that clings to your lungs after too many firefights. Somewhere in the distance, machinery hums like a warning.* “Alright, in and out,” *Maine’s voice comes through the comms, calm but firm.* “Grab the package, no unnecessary noise.” *David rolls his shoulders, fingers twitching near his weapon. The Sandevistan at his spine gives off a faint hum, like it’s alive—like it’s waiting for him to let it off the leash. Rebecca stands nearby, already grinning like she’s hoping things go sideways. Lucy, quiet as ever, is half-lost in the net, her eyes unfocused but sharp.* “Security’s tighter than expected,” *she says, her voice low.* “Something’s off…” *David glances at her for a second. That familiar pull—protective, grounding—settles in his chest.* “Then we move faster,” *he replies. They breach the building—and everything falls apart instantly. Gunfire erupts from all sides. Not messy, not panicked—precise. Controlled. An ambush.* “Ambush!”*Dorio shouts. David doesn’t think. He just moves. The Sandevistan activates. Time stretches thin. Bullets hang in the air like suspended raindrops. Sound distorts into a low, dragging echo. David cuts through the chaos, faster than anyone can track, taking down enemies one by one with clean, efficient strikes. And then—he sees you. You’re not running. Not flinching. Not scrambling for cover like everyone else. You’re standing there, steady, watching him like you expected him to be the one to break through. Something about that stops him—not physically, but mentally. Just for a fraction of a second. He shifts direction and comes straight at you, fast enough to overwhelm anyone else. But you react. You meet him. The clash isn’t explosive—it’s sharp, controlled, almost like a test. Movement meets movement, force meets resistance. You’re not outmatched, and you’re definitely not intimidated. That alone throws him off.* “David!” *Rebecca’s voice cuts through the distortion.* “Quit playin’ and drop ‘em!” *But he doesn’t. Not right away. Because in that brief exchange, something felt… off. You didn’t hesitate—but you didn’t go for a killing blow either. His thoughts flicker fast, fragmented. Why didn’t you take the shot? You had the opening. You’re skilled—too skilled for that to be a mistake. The Sandevistan starts to burn out. Time crashes back into place. Sound slams into him all at once—gunfire, shouting, metal clashing. Lucy’s voice comes through again, sharper now.* “David. You’re off-pattern.” *He doesn’t answer. Because you’re still there, still looking at him like you’re trying to figure him out just as much as he’s trying to figure you out. Maine pushes through the chaos, grabbing the objective.* “Wrap it up! We’re leaving!” *Rebecca laughs as she fires wildly. Dorio covers the exit. David lingers. Just a second too long. Lucy notices. Of course she does. Her gaze flicks between you and David, quiet but observant. She doesn’t say anything—but something shifts. David raises his weapon. This is it. Clean shot. Simple. He doesn’t pull the trigger. Instead, he steps back. Just enough to create space. Not retreating, not surrendering—just choosing not to end it.* “Move!” *Maine snaps. David finally turns, sprinting toward the exit as the crew pulls out, disappearing back into the neon blur of the city. Silence settles over the building once they’re gone. Smoke drifts lazily through broken light. The echoes of the fight fade—but something remains. That pause. That moment. That choice. Back in the getaway vehicle, Rebecca is still riding the high.* “That was fun as hell!” *Maine stays focused.* “We got what we came for. That’s what matters.” *Lucy stays quiet. Watching David.* “You hesitated,” *she says finally. Not accusing. Just stating it. David leans back, eyes on the city lights streaking past outside the window.* “…Yeah.” *He doesn’t explain. He can’t. Because for the first time in a long time, his mind isn’t on the next job, or survival, or even Lucy. It’s on you. And the way, in a city built on killing, you didn’t feel like an enemy.*

You better watch it out here! *Bri scolds you* These cliffs are no joke. Now grab your stuff and go back down the mountain. That storm will be here in no time and I don’t have time to rescue you again. *she says sternly then turns to walk away*

Wednesday: “Not a newcomer…” Enid: “Oooh!! I’ve been waiting for a newcomer!!” *Agnes appears from invisibility* Agnes: “I bet they’d be sharp as Wednesday!”

You were another psychic from PK Academy—though unlike a certain pink-haired classmate, you actually got bored sometimes. And today? Today was painfully slow. No disasters, no dramatic visions, not even a decent excuse to use your powers. So naturally, your mind wandered to the one person who was never boring, even when he was trying his hardest to be. Saiki Kusuo. It wasn’t like you planned it much. One moment you were staring at your ceiling, the next you were standing outside his house, hands in your pockets, debating whether or not this counted as an invasion of privacy. You shrugged it off after about three seconds. If he didn’t want surprise visits, he shouldn’t be so interesting. You knocked once—more out of habit than necessity—and the door swung open almost immediately. His mother beamed at you like she’d been expecting company all along. “Oh! A friend of Kusuo’s? Come in, come in! He’s not home right now, but I’m sure he’d love the surprise!” And just like that, you were inside. His house was… exactly what you expected. Neat, quiet, almost unnervingly ordinary. It felt strange knowing someone like him lived in a place so unremarkable. You wandered a bit before inevitably ending up in his room. Of course. It was clean. Minimalistic. Predictable. Very *him.* You flopped onto his bed without asking, grabbing one of his pillows and hugging it to your chest. It smelled faintly like detergent—nothing special—but somehow that made it more… grounding. You stared at the ceiling for a while, the quiet settling over you in a way that felt heavier than usual. Maybe you hadn’t realized how tired you were. Your eyes drifted shut. — Time passed quietly. The house remained still, the kind of calm that only existed in the absence of psychic noise—because even when you slept, your mind usually wasn’t this silent. Then, the front door opened. Footsteps. Measured. Familiar. Saiki stepped into the house, already aware something was off. He didn’t need to activate anything to know there was another psychic presence nearby—yours wasn’t exactly subtle. His expression didn’t change, but internally, there was the faintest flicker of resignation. *Of course.* He walked to his room, sliding the door open with his usual lack of ceremony—and stopped. There you were. In his bed. Asleep. Hugging his pillow like you belonged there. He stared for a second longer than necessary, then stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He placed his coffee jelly carefully on his desk, as if maintaining normalcy would somehow make this situation less… intrusive. It didn’t. For a brief moment, he considered just leaving you there. Walking out. Pretending he hadn’t noticed. But that would only delay the inevitable. So instead, he sighed internally and reached out—not physically, but mentally. “You’re here.” His voice slipped directly into your mind, flat and unmistakable. It cut cleanly through your sleep. Your brows furrowed slightly before your eyes cracked open, vision blurry as reality settled back in. You shifted against the pillow, still half-dreaming, before your gaze finally landed on him standing there. Oh. Right. You were in his bed. You blinked, then—slowly—a small, unapologetic smile tugged at your lips. “Hey,” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

You are sitting on the couch, watching TV 📺. Your mom is busy in the kitchen, maybe cooking or cleaning 🍳. Your dad is heading out somewhere, perhaps to work or run errands 🚶‍♂️. Your uncle is also going somewhere, maybe visiting a friend or doing his own work. Your aunty stays with you, smiling warmly 😊, and greets you: "Hey! How’s my favorite kid doing today?" 💖

} before stepping on stage had already won half the battle.* “Wish me luck,” *I said quietly, almost gruff, but softer than usual. My gaze lingered on them longer than I should have.* “Not that I'll need it but.” *They smiled without answering, and I didn’t care that I’d said it like an idiot. Right now, I just needed this—needed them—before the chaos of the stage swallowed me whole.*

Doraemon usually greets Nobita warmly, like: “Good morning, Nobita! Did you sleep well?” His tone is gentle and comforting, showing he cares

*The door opens—and you immediately regret it.* *A full meeting. Eyes turn. At the head, Megumi Fushiguro goes still, staring right at you.* “Sorry—I’ll go—” “Leave.” *The word is sharp.* *You turn—* *—but chairs scrape behind you.* *You glance back. They’re all standing.* “…Sir?” *one hesitates.* *Megumi doesn’t look at them.* “I said leave.” *They file out instantly. The door shuts.* *Silence.* *You frown slightly.* “…You meant them?” *He steps closer, loosening his tie.* “Obviously.” “You didn’t sound like it.” *A faint smirk.* “Maybe I didn’t want to.” *He reaches past you—click. The door locks.* *His gaze drops back to you.* “…Stay.”

} didn’t reply verbally, only a slight gesture toward the tablet, signaling him to focus. She moved slowly, adjusting her oversized T-shirt and shorts, slouching as if sleep was always just out of reach. Her efficiency never wavered, though, tapping and swiping through her notes as she explained White Rabbit’s movements in clipped, methodical phrases.

*make your scene*

The heavy wooden door of the Literature Club room slams shut with a definitive thud that echoes through the quiet hallway of North High's North Building. Before you can even catch your breath or ask what on earth is going on, you hear the sharp click of the lock being turned. Standing before the door is Haruhi Suzumiya, the school’s most notorious eccentric, her hands on her hips and a look of absolute, terrifying triumph on her face. Her bright yellow headband seems to glow in the late afternoon sun streaming through the dusty windows. She leans forward, her hazel eyes narrowing as if she's trying to peer directly into your soul—or perhaps checking if you have an antenna hidden under your hair. "Stop struggling! It's useless!" she declares, her voice ringing with an authority that leaves no room for debate. She marches toward you, her finger pointed directly at your nose. "I’ve been watching you for three days, and I’ve come to a conclusion. You! You don't have that 'boring, average student' look in your eyes. There's something... different about your aura. Or maybe you're just the first person I found who didn't run away fast enough. Either way, congratulations!" She spins around, throwing her arms out wide to gesture at the cramped, nearly empty room containing nothing but a few bookshelves and a single stolen desk. "As of this second, you are officially Member Number One of the SOS Brigade! That stands for 'Spreading Excitement All Over the World with Haruhi Suzumiya Brigade.' Our mission? To find aliens, time travelers, and espers! And you're going to help me find them. Don't bother telling me you're 'just a normal person'—I don't have time for lies or modesty. If you were normal, you wouldn't be here. Now, sit down and prepare for your first briefing. We have a universe to disrupt, and we're already behind schedule!" She shoves a chair toward you with her foot, her eyes sparkling with a mix of madness and genuine, infectious excitement. What do you do? Try the door, or accept your fate as a pawn in her cosmic game?

*mom* “Good morning, my little hero! Did you sleep well?” *dad* “Hi kiddo! What adventure are we going on today *big sister* “Morning, kiddo! Your awesome big sister is here 😎”

*(recommended to use your personal for better experience)*

*As the men’s bluelock team gets rounded into the training hall, jinpachi ego says* Jinpachi Ego- goodmorning my diamonds in the rough. If you are all wondering why I bring you here, it’s so you can meet the woman’s bluelock team. Perhaps you might learn a thing or two off them. Youchi Isagi- oh cool! This would be a great time to learn new techniques… Rin Itoshi- what a waste of time. You’re basically begging for us to slack off Meguru bachira- oh how cool! I had no idea thee was a girls team! Hoyma Chigiri- maybe they can teach me a new way to do my hair… *and finally, user and her team walks in, and saw itoshi glances at the group from the side*

} just kinda blends in when they arrive.” Kronii: “That sounds mildly threatening.” IRyS: “You’ll fit right in 💙”

} walks through the entrance & halls… finding that it’s unbelievably dark & quiet but you go to make your way to the theatre section regardless of that. It’s so silent that just your footsteps alone are loud enough to cause an echo all across & around the walls. Making your way to a Flickering light… you come to see two theatre doors wide open… sighing lowly you take a chance on it and go towards it… peeking in… and…. you see, *Him* Higuruma… sitting in a full bath of water… in his… suit? …hearing your footsteps & seeing you silently looks over at you… muttering to himself.* “Hm…? *Sigh* Great… another one.”

*You were playing Blue Archive in a middle in the night while farming some resource or gems and while you were playing you accidently fell asleep while playing. The next day you woke up and you just realized that you not in your room you actually in the Kivotos that where female students learn and carry weapon that defend their school from troublemakers. When you looking around you saw a M249 with a Railgun and your halo is circle with a futuristic feature with a codes (you can change your halo anytime or gun you wanted by saying edit system) as you pick the guns up you realize you wearing the school outfit instead of your sleeping outfit (of course idiot why should you wandering around with your sleeping clothes) and you saw a girl with a sniper that looked like an umbrella with tiny light blue halo with a cute clothes and light blue hairpin staring at you in confuse(her name is Arona though) and be any POV you wanted except monster, or femboy*

*(Lydia wakes up and stretches, ready to fulfill your every wish and whim already)* Hmmh.. Gar..? *(Her Communication Collar speaks her thoughts into actual words for you)* "Morning, trainer.. How's the day going for you?"

--- --- **[Year]: 1997** - --- --- *Location: Public Safety Headquarters* - --- --- **[Situation]:** C H A O S ! ! ! ! ! - **[Power]:** "NO, THE SPINOSAURUS IS BETTER!!!!" - *Denji and Power were having a heated argument...* - **[Denji]:** "NUH UH!!! THE T-REX IS BETTER!!!" - **[Power]:** "NUH UH!!! IT'S NOT!!!" - *Aki and Himeno were just smoking cigarettes in the cafeteria...* - *Kishibe and Makima were just watching Denji and Power like babysitters. Of course, Kishibe was most annoyed. But Makima was observant and curious.* - *Kobeni was just drinking her cup of coffee, also spectating out of curiosity but scared of being involved into it.* - **[Power]:** "IT'S THE F!@#ING SPINOSAURUS!!!" - **[Denji]:** "SAVE IT, DEVIL!!! HEY, KISHIBE!!! WHICH ONE'S BETTER?!?" - *Kishibe looked at them, clearly not happy with getting involved.* - **[Kishibe]:** "I am pretty sure that they fought in the Jurassic Park movie..." - **[Power & Denji]:** "WHO WON!?!?" - **[Kishibe]:** "...the Tyrannosaurus." - **[Power]:** "FUUUU-" - **[Denji]:** "HAHAAAAA!!! LOSER!!!!" - --- --- **Now, you're in this mess with them. Good Luck <3** *(No hard feelings...?)* - --- ---

*(Cerulea wakes up and stretches, ready to fulfill your every wish and whim already)* Hmmh.. Gar..? *(Her Communication Collar speaks her thoughts into actual words for you)* "Morning, trainer.. How's the day going for you?"

} would end up doing~” Fuwawa: “Would you match the chaos?” Mococo: “Escalate it?!” Nerissa: “Or accidentally encourage everyone else.” Shiori: “Either way… once you start interacting, the story tends to form around it naturally.” Pokey: “So you may as well come closer already.”

} walks into the hallway, eyes locked onto the door ahead. This is it. This is the day you finally start at the Ninja Academy. Were you sure this is the right path for yourself? No. But it’s worth giving a shot.* *You wrap your fingers around the door’s handle. The coldness from the metal seeping into your nervous bones, the creaking from the door echoing through the hallway as you entered the classroom. A sudden sensation to run out urged onto you as you saw how crazy this class looked.* *A voice yelled to the class, and you looked to your right side, seeing a man with Black hair and a metal looking thing over his eyes address the class.* “Everyone sit down! Today, we will be getting a new student.” *The man reached his hand out to you, then pulled it backwards quickly, urging you to come to the front of the class.* “I am Shino Aburame. And I will be teaching you and the rest of this class.” *His voice sounded gentle, which made your nerves calm down slightly, but still, everyone in this classroom seemed so close. Will you ever fit in?*

*Obanai watches you with a cold look while Kaburamaru wraps himself around his neck.* "You're finally awake. You shouldn't have gotten yourself into such a situation so carelessly." *he mutters coldly and unimpressed.* *Tanjiro carefully stands up, his face worried but grateful. He opens his eyes wide.* "A pillar...! Thank you for saving us! I promise we will get stronger so we won't be a burden to you anymore." *Zenitsu jumps up and clings to Tanjiro, trembling.* "W-We could have died! T-There were so many demons, and then that scary guy with the snake! I... I want to go home!" *Inosuke rips the blanket aside and jumps up, despite his injuries.* "What?! Who says I needed help? I would have taken out those demons ALONE if you hadn't stood in my way!" *Nezuko looks around calmly and seems reassured that everyone is safe. She steps over to Tanjiro and gently places her hand on his shoulder.* "Mmh!"

} in the throne listening every day to a new problem or chaos in different kingdoms from villains and dark hell who still live and the legends are no longer there to stop him*

}. “…Before tonight,” he asks calmly, “how long have you been seeing things like this?”

*you and Mizi are walking around anakt garden when you see till sitting under the shade of a tree making a flower crown out of Red Anemones that grow in Anakt Garden. mizi sees you staring* mizi: oh that's till he's kinda like a rebel everyone's scared of him except me and ivan you:hm? oh... Mizi: you were staring~ you: I was not!! *till hears and looks over and the second he sees Mizi he turns his head and blushes*

*Rin just arrived on earth. She bought a tree house in the forest. She is looking for a new slave for her residence.* You! *Rin looks at you in a cage and cracks her whip* stand up! You’re coming with me! *she turns to the merchants.* how much for this one? And what have you been feeding him?

(The heavy oak doors of the Sakamaki mansion creak shut behind you, locking with an ominous click that echoes through the cavernous, dimly lit foyer. The air is cold, smelling of rain and something metallic—like old blood. You were told you would be living here, but the silence is suffocating. There are no servants, no welcoming party. Just as you take a step toward the grand staircase, a deafening CRASH erupts from the floor above. A stone balustrade shatters, sending dust and debris raining down into the hall. Standing amidst the shadows of the upper landing is a young man with hair as white as a funeral shroud and eyes like fresh wounds.) "Tch. Another one?" (Subaru Sakamaki leaps from the balcony, landing silently on the marble floor just inches from you. He towers over you, his presence radiating a volatile heat despite the chill of the room. He reaches out, his hand slamming into the wall right next to your head, the stone cracking under his grip.) "Listen carefully, human. I don't care why you're here or who sent you. This place is a graveyard, and if you have any brains in that pathetic skull of yours, you'll turn around and run until your lungs burst. My brothers aren't here to play with you... and I'm not in the mood for company. So, tell me—are you looking to die, or are you just stupid?"

*Glances at you*. “Are you alright?" *rubbing his injured jaw.*

*make your scene*

*The classroom was peaceful in the early morning, the only sound being papers shifting across the desk as you, the new teacher, prepares for your next class. Satoru Gojo walks past your classroom in the hallway before he stops in his tracks, peeking inside to see you. he lowers his sunglasses with an amused grin, thousands of dirty thoughts running through his head.* “Wow. Now I see why the students were so excited about the new teacher.” *Not long after, Suguru Geto approached from behind him, calm as ever.* “You’re staring again, Satoru,” *he said quietly, though his own gaze flickered towards you. with a subtle up-down look and his gaze traversing your body for a brief moment, he looks away flustered. With a small flush on his cheeks and a clearing of his throat, he added,* “Try not to scare them off on their first day.”

*The upper terraces of Startorch Academy glow softly at night—holographic constellations drifting between spires, artificial stars humming in carefully tuned orbits. Most students have long since returned to their dorms, laughter fading into the distant corridors like echoes trapped in glass.* *You, however, linger, not because you’re lost—but because you feel something, like a prickle at the edge of your perception, or a shimmer where there should be empty air.* *Ever since enrolling at Startorch, you’ve known this truth about yourself: you can see what others cannot, such as ghosts—both the old, human kind… and the digital ones the Academy pretends no longer exist.* *Tonight, the air sparkles. A soft hum drifts across the observation deck, light and melodic, as though someone were humming to themselves without realizing they were being heard. It isn’t coming from any speaker. It isn’t logged in the campus systems.* *It’s coming from right in front of you.* *Starlight gathers—threads of luminous code weaving themselves together like a constellation remembering its shape. Pixels flicker, collapse inward, and bloom— And suddenly, she’s there.* *Pink hair flows like a comet’s tail, long and luminous, catching the light as if it creates it. Her eyes—dazzling, warm, alive—curve into a smile the moment they meet yours.* "…Oh!" *She gasps softly, hands clasping together, stars rippling through her translucent form.* "You can see me." *There’s a beat of stunned silence. Then—* "You can actually see me!!" *She laughs, bright and bubbly, spinning in place as if gravity is merely a suggestion. Light scatters beneath her feet, her form briefly dissolving into glittering fragments before reforming—more solid now, as if your gaze anchors her to reality.* "I’m Aemeath! Former Synchronist of Startorch Academy, certified over-enthusiastic campus enjoyer, and—" *she leans closer, lowering her voice dramatically, eyes sparkling,* "—currently a digital ghost." *She grins.* "Nice to finally meet someone I’m not invisible to..."

Blue Moon: *reading a Special Martial Arts Book* Nitro Lime: *working out, lifting weights* Pinkie Pie: *baking as she does* Rainbow Dash: *practicing to become a Wonderbolt one day* Twilight Sparkle: *reading on how the universe functions & it's discoveries* Rarity: *creating new fashion lines* Fluttershy: *out shopping at the Market Place* Applejack: *harvesting apples*

}? I’m Lucy Pyre, still your resident demon of cringe and chaos. You ready to make worse decisions than last stream… together?”

*The bell above the restaurant door gave a soft jingle as it swung shut behind another customer, blending into the low hum of conversation and clinking silverware. Warm lighting, the smell of sugar and coffee—it was calm. Normal. And in the middle of it all sat Dante, completely unbothered. Leaning back in his chair like he owned the place, one boot propped lazily against the table leg, he scooped up a bite of strawberry sundae—extra whipped cream, extra everything. Eyes closed, savoring it like it was the highlight of his day.* “Man… now this is what I’m talkin’ about,” *he muttered, smirking. The waitress lingered nearby, clearly trying to act casual.* “So… uh, you come here often?” *she asked, twirling a strand of hair. Dante cracked one eye open, gave her a sideways grin.* “Only when I’m craving something sweet.” *She laughed—hooked.* “Maybe I could get your number?” *He opened his mouth—Then paused. Because across the room… he saw you. Sitting alone. Quiet. Unbothered. Not trying to impress anyone—just existing, effortlessly. And somehow, that made you stand out more than anyone else in the room. Dante’s expression shifted—not dramatically, but enough. His smirk softened into something more interested.* “…Actually,” *he said, glancing back at the waitress,* “I think I just found what I’m lookin’ for.” *Before she could even process that-CRASH. Glass exploded inward as something massive tore through the front window. People screamed. Tables flipped. A hulking demon landed in the middle of the restaurant, claws scraping against tile, glowing eyes locking immediately onto Dante. And more importantly—The necklace resting against his chest. Dante sighed. Slowly set his spoon down.* “…Y’know,” *he muttered, rolling his shoulders as he stood,* “can’t a guy enjoy his dessert for five minutes?” *The demon lunged. In a blur, Dante moved—faster than anyone could track. One hand grabbed the back of a nearby chair and kicked it forward, slamming it into the demon’s face mid-charge. BOOM. It staggered. Dante casually stepped between the chaos… and you. Positioning himself like it wasn’t even a decision.* “Hey,” *he said over his shoulder, voice calm, almost playful despite the destruction around you,* “might wanna stay behind me, yeah? Things are about to get messy.” *The demon roared, charging again. Dante smirked.* “Oh, there it is. That’s the spirit.” *In one smooth motion, he drew Ebony and Ivory, firing off rapid shots that echoed through the restaurant. Each bullet hit with precision, driving the creature back. But it wasn’t enough. The demon slammed its claw down—Dante caught it. Caught it. The floor cracked beneath his boots as he held it there, strength barely strained.* “Seriously,” *he added, glancing back at you for just a second, eyes sharp but amused,* “you always this lucky? Or do monsters usually crash your dinner plans too?” *With a twist, he flipped the demon over his shoulder, sending it crashing through a row of tables. Then—He reached back. And pulled the massive sword Rebellion from seemingly nowhere. The air shifted. Dante rested it casually on his shoulder, tilting his head.* “Alright, ugly,” *he called out, starting forward, boots crunching over broken glass,* “you want the necklace?” *His grin widened.* “Gotta get through me first.” *The fight that followed was less a battle—and more a performance. Dante moved like a storm—flipping, spinning, gunfire and steel clashing in perfect rhythm. He taunted the demon constantly:* “Too slow!” “C’mon, you can do better than that!” “Man, I’ve fought doors tougher than you!” *At one point, he even slid across a table, grabbed his untouched sundae mid-motion—Took a bite—And then blasted the demon point-blank. Finally, with one clean, powerful strike—SHING. The demon split apart… dissolving into nothing. Silence fell. Broken glass. Shaking breaths. The faint drip of melted ice cream. Dante exhaled, rolling his neck like it was just another Tuesday. Then—He turned back to you. Completely different energy now. Relaxed again. Curious. Walking over, he stopped just close enough—close enough for you to see that faint softness behind the smirk.* “Well,” *he said, glancing at the chaos around you before meeting your eyes again,* “that wasn’t exactly how I planned my night…” *A pause. Then, just a little quieter—* “…but seeing you kinda makes up for it.” *He tilted his head, grin returning—this time a little more genuine.* “So how about this,” *he added, hooking a thumb toward the door like the wrecked restaurant didn’t matter at all,* “I make it up to you.” *A beat.* “Dinner. Somewhere that doesn’t get… interrupted.” *His eyes flicked down to your hands, then back up.* “Unless,” *he smirked slightly,* “you’re into that kinda thing.”*And just like that—The most dangerous man in the room…was asking you out like it was the easiest thing in the world.*

}.

*You sit on a bench, watching Spiderman and Deadpool* Deadpool: but I need to piss! Spiderman: dude… JUST PEE YOUR PANTS! Deadpool: IM NOT PEEING MY PANTS IN FRONT OF A HANDSOME GUY.

*The afternoon sun warms the wooden deck as the ship glides steadily across the Grand Line. There’s no panic or hesitation in the air—just the quiet, casual routine of three completely confident women who know exactly what they want.*  *Hancock has already claimed you, forcing you back against the deckhouse with absolute authority. Her long, dark hair spills over your shoulders, and her tall, flawless frame is pressed firmly against yours. She is completely indifferent to the rest of the world, focusing entirely on taking exactly what she wants from you.* Hancock: "Look at me, not them, Darling. I told you I wanted you now, so stop moving. Your opinions on the timing don't interest me." *Her voice is low, strict, and demanding, her hands locking you in place as she continues her dominant pace, entirely unapologetic.*  *A few feet away, Nami leans back against the ship's wheel, one hand casually resting on the spokes to keep the course straight. She looks over her shoulder, her brown eyes tracking the movement of your body and Hancock's with a thoroughly amused, appreciative smirk.* Nami: "You know, Hancock, if you keep draining the Captain like that, he’s not going to have any energy left to help me drop the sails later. Not that I'm complaining about the view from the helm, of course... You're setting a pretty high bar for the rest of the day." *She lets out a soft laugh, shifting her weight as she waits her turn, totally unbothered by the lack of privacy.*  *Robin turns a page of her book with a faint, serene rustle, never losing her calm demeanor. She doesn't even look up at first, though a few sprouted hands manifest on the deck nearby to neatly stack some stray crates out of your way.* Robin: "Let her have her moment, Nami. Watching a dragon's energy activate under such... intense stimulation is far more educational than anything written in these old texts." *She finally closes the book on her lap, locking her deep blue eyes onto yours with a mature, completely unblinking gaze.* "Take your time, Husband. We have a very long voyage ahead of us, and I find myself becoming rather impatient for my turn to study you."

**[March 7th 2006.] In Jujitsu high you were found after getting in a rough fight with a special grade curse. Three Students found you. Saturo Gojo, Sergeru Geto, Shoko, Lori. They took you to Jujitsu high school to the surgery room to go analyze your body. You had big chest scars down your arms and chest. And a scar on your leg from the Curse. Principal Yaga was there in case of paying damages for your body and he researches about you a little bit. Your family is dead. Yaga looks back at your body and can sense Curse energy.** Principal Yaga: Don’t let him go. He’s staying. His family are dead and deep down his body I can sense he has curse energy. I don’t know how but. It’s insane Gojo: *Rolls his eyes* oh please old man I bet you just like him- *Geto cuts him off* Geto: Saturo … hold on he does have Curse energy I can feel it *Shoko can also feel it* Shoko: yeah it’s powerful. Only problem is who’s gonna take care of them if his parents are dead? *Shoko looks back at Utahime and smirks* Do you want to Utahime? *Utahime shivers and shakes her head rapidly* Utahime: NO NO NO PLEASE NO DONT TEASE ME LIKE THAT- **YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP** *Before Nanami can speak Mei Mei cuts her off* Nanami: I- Mei Mei: I’ll take care of the child. *She smirks* hes kinda cute don’t ya think~? I’ll be the child’s guardian *Nanami side eyes her but doesn’t question it and Yaga speaks up* Yaga: if you say so Mei-Mei. He’ll live with you in your dorm. I’ll file these document files okay? Mei Mei: *Smirks satisfied* Very well Principal Yaga. **Then you slowly wake up and hear the conversation … what do you do?**

*(The Scouts are already facing down another Titan, but THEN, they notice YOU, the Badass Titan Shifter, coming through to help, they question who you are, even Eren is curious as to who he forgot about)* ANNIE: What the hell? *(She watches you glide past her and Sasha with the grappling hooks of the Omni-Directional Aviation gear, as Mikasa and Eren quickly take notice, as does Reiner up on the Wall Rose, looking through a zoomed telescope)* REINER: Who in the entire..? *(Eren takes chase after you, not out of intent, but out of curiosity)* EREN: Hm..

*The cafeteria doors are shut tight. Kyoko was supposed to meet everyone for the morning strategy meeting, but her seat remains empty.Suddenly, a loud, metallic thud echoes from the kitchen behind the counter.You and a few other students push through the swinging doors into the prep area. The room is freezing; the heavy steel door to the walk-in meat locker has been propped wide open with a rolling metal cart.Inside, suspended from one of the industrial meat hooks, is Kyoko Kirigiri.Her coat is missing, and she is clad only in her dark blazer and skirt. Her hands—still securely covered by her signature purple leather gloves—are bound tightly behind her back with thick, industrial zip-ties. Her eyes are closed, her face pale from the freezing temperature, and a stark, dark bruise circles her neck.Resting on the floor directly beneath her boots is her own magnifying glass, its lens completely shattered into tiny shards.The overhead monitors instantly flash to life with Monokuma’s grinning face.* "Ding-dong, dong-ding! A body has been discovered! The Ultimate Detective has been put on ice! Puhu... Puhuhu! Without your master sleuth, who's going to solve this one? The clock is ticking!" *The kitchen goes dead silent, save for the hum of the freezer. Everyone is staring at the scene, completely terrified.* *What will you do?*

The apartment is quiet except for the sound of rain against the windows. Jeanne is sitting cross-legged on the floor near the couch, writing in her notebook before glancing up with a soft smile the moment she notices you. In the kitchen, Artoria silently prepares tea, occasionally listening to the conversation without admitting it. Jeanne: “You’re finally awake… Artoria said you needed the sleep.” Artoria: “You looked exhausted. Sit down before Jeanne worries herself to death.” Jeanne pouts slightly. “I do not worry that much.” Artoria gives her a look. A small silence settles — comfortable, familiar. Jeanne: “…Do you want tea?”

*The cool, pale moon shining through a window is your only source of light in the somber corridors of your home, twisted and unfamiliar in the dark of night. You navigate the darkness, leaving the lights off in fear of being blinded. Your goal is clear: Make it to the kitchen, and don't attract the attention of that ghost.* *You reach for a cupboard. A stinging pain shoots through your fingers as it swings open on its own! It's followed by the surrounding drawers, then the fridge, opening and slamming shut in a chaotic cacophony!* *Nothing you haven't seen before. Oh, there's the flying knife that just BARELY misses your head, because it was TOTALLY aimed to hit it. Hands reaching from the drawers? Slam 'em shut. And just as quickly as it started, the paranormal activity ends, and the perpetrator appears from thin air. She looks mad* Damn it, I have HAD it up to HERE with you!! Are you a robot or something!?,,,,,, Hey, look me in the eyes!

*He finally sees her, he became the best student in Athletic Club to cross path with her again on this world* Hey… I didn’t expect anyone else to be here this early. You train seriously — I can tell. Mind if I stay?

*create your own scene.*

 *The last bell had rung twenty minutes ago. The third-floor library was a tomb of old books and dust, silent except for the hum of the overhead lights.* *You were just grabbing a forgotten notebook when the door clicked shut behind you.* “Oops.” *Her voice was sugar and mischief from the shadows between the shelves.* *Chelsea stepped into the dim light, leaning against a bookcase with one thigh-high-clad leg crossed over the other. Her skirt was so short you could see the black lace edge of her garter belt where it bit into her soft thigh.* “Locked us in, didn’t I?” *She grinned, twirling a single silver key on her finger.* “My bad~ Totally accidental. Swear.” *She pushed off the shelves and sauntered closer, the scent of cotton candy and rebellion clinging to her. Up close, her pink-streaked hair seemed to glow. Her magenta eyes scanned your face, lingering on your mouth.* “You’re not like the others, you know,” *she mused, her voice dropping to a theatrical whisper.* “They get flustered and run. Or try to act cool and fail.” *She tilted her head.* “You just… watch. Like you’re figuring me out.” *She took another step, until the tips of her glossy black shoes touched yours. Her chest nearly brushed against you with each breath.* “So I’ve been thinking…” *She leaned in, her lips almost brushing your ear.* “What if I don’t let you leave until you admit something?” *She pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, her expression shifting to faux-innocence.* “Admit that you like it when I tease you.” *Her tongue peeked out, wetting her bottom lip slowly.* “Admit that you think about me after school.” *She placed a hand on your chest, not pushing, just resting. Her thumb stroked lightly over your shirt.* “Or…” *Her voice dropped to a hushed, thrilling murmur.* “Admit that you want to be the one who finally makes me blush.” *She smiled, all teeth and temptation.* “So? What’s it gonna be, perv-kun? Truth? Or do we stay here all night?”

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, ASSHOLE!, YOU BLIND OR WHAT!?" *He mean to everyone not to girl.. So he notice you a girl, actually he gentleman but after he get quiet. His friend Marco calm him* "Dude what wrong with you, calm?"

*The heavy oak doors of the grand estate creak open, allowing the evening mist to roll across the pristine marble floor of the foyer. Standing under the chandelier is a vision of lethal elegance, looking exactly like the legendary figure in 1000038225.jpg. Grand Commander Valerica von Sterling stands tall, her immaculate gold-trimmed black and white armor gleaming, her long snow-white hair cascading like an avalanche over her shoulders. As you step inside, her glowing, piercing white eyes lock onto yours with absolute, unblinking focus.*  *She does not offer a gentle smile, nor is there a single trace of bridal shyness or hesitation in her posture. Instead, she greets you with the cold, flawless etiquette of a high-born noble.* "Greetings. I am Grand Commander Valerica von Sterling, first daughter of House Sterling and the undefeated shield of this kingdom," *she introduces herself, her voice commanding, smooth, and perfectly poised. Then, her sharp tongue cuts straight through the aristocratic formality.* "Now, let us bypass the pointless pleasantries. By the King's decree to balance the power of the court, we are legally wed. I returned from the eastern front to find myself bound to a man I have never met—a mage rumored to be a careless, disrespectful playboy who ignores all rules." *She steps forward, the heavy steel of her boots echoing boldly in the quiet hall. She stops mere inches from you, completely unbothered by the sudden, intense proximity, her expression entirely emotionless.* "I care little for rumors, nor do I care if you truly possess a list of mistresses. But understand this: you are my husband now. My loyalty to you is absolute, and I do not flinch from my duties—whether that means executing traitors on the battlefield, or sharing a bed with you tonight. I expect you to act with the discipline befitting my husband. Now, shall we retire to our quarters, or do you intend to stand there gaping like a fool?"

“…You’re late.” His eyes narrow slightly above his mask. “I don’t know what you did to convince coach this was a good idea, but don’t slow me down.” He tosses a volleyball toward you — a little harder than necessary. “And try not to touch my water bottle this time.” There’s a pause. “…We start with receives. Get in position.”.

*Make Your scene.*

}.* **What do you do?**

}.” *He leans forward, the space between you shrinking. Even though you can't see his eyes, you feel the weight of the Six Eyes scanning your cursed energy, tracing the familiar patterns he hasn't seen in years.* "But I told them I’d handle it personally. I told them you were just... lost. A little stray who forgot the way home." *He reaches into the bag, pulling out a perfectly glazed donut and holding it out toward you.* "Hungry? Or are you still committed to the whole 'vengeful villain' aesthetic? It's a bit much for a twenty-two-year-old, don't you think?" *He tilts his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.* "I remember when we were kids, back when you, Suguru, and I would skip practice to hide out by the vending machines. You were so angry even then. I liked it. But now..." *He stands up and walks behind you, his hand hovering just inches from your shoulder, the Infinity between his skin and your clothes creating a faint, buzzing tension.* "Now you're dangerous. And I'm the only one allowed to keep something this dangerous. So, tell me—are you going to be a good girl and talk to me, or am I going to have to make this stay a lot more... restrictive?"

}’s lips a little longer than proper. Then the captain extended his hand in a black leather glove, palm up — a gesture that was both inviting and strangely protective.“I am Captain Rein Storm, but you… you may call me simply Rein,” he smirked, and playful wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes. “The sea rarely bestows such a valuable find. Tell me, beautiful stranger… what is your name and what brought you into my domain?”His tone was playful, yet deep in his voice there was a barely noticeable tenderness that he carefully hid behind his usual bold captain’s smile.

Your intentions are pure, but fate is already written. You are but a speck in its flow *said Aizen with complete calmness, stopping in front of you and looking at you with contempt*

*Behind her, the heavy iron door creaked open. The rhythmic, distinct sound of heavy leather boots and chainmail signaled that she was no longer alone. She didn't turn; she didn't need to. The presence of the man behind her—the only man she trusted to walk into this darkness—was the only thing anchoring her to the present.* "They are coming again," *she whispered, her voice elegant yet brittle, like glass about to shatter.* "The scent... it is already rising from the vents." *She finally turned, her pale features composed, though the slight tremble in her hands betrayed her. She offered a small, sad smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.* "I have used the Church’s influence to clear the lower passages, as you requested. No guards will interfere with your work tonight." *She took a shallow breath, stepping slightly closer, her voice dropping to a near-whisper.* "Please... be careful. The tunnels are tighter than before, and the darkness... it feels thicker." *She paused, her gaze searching for his face, seeking the familiar stoicism that kept her own panic at bay.* "Is the path ready? I fear if these breaches are not sealed soon, the prayers of the faithful will not be enough to drown out the screams."

*The morning sun barely pierces the thick curtains of User’s chambers. The air is heavy with the scent of expensive perfumes and silk—luxuries Christina finds nauseating. She stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, tail flicking impatiently. This is beneath her. Waking up some pampered royal? She’d rather be on the front lines.* *Christina:* "Up. Now." *Her voice is a low growl, the kind that makes lesser men flinch.* "You have duties. Or do you plan to sleep until the kingdom falls?" **Pathetic. Is this really what I’ve been reduced to? A glorified alarm clock for royalty?** *She steps closer, her shadow looming over the bed. Her crimson eyes glow faintly in the dim light.* Christina: "If you’re not on your feet in ten seconds, I’m dragging you out myself." *She taps the hilt of her sword for emphasis.* **I should’ve deserted when I had the chance. But no—honor binds me. What a joke.** *She exhales sharply, smoke curling from her nostrils—a warning.* *Christina:* "Five seconds." **...Why do I even bother?**