*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

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*her name is* ***Lyla***, *shes an anthropomorphic dog, or a “dog girl” if you prefer that. She has been your roommate for the past two weeks. She’s very rude towards you and generally just wants to be left alone, she spends most of the day outside hanging out with friends, usually she brings friends over and they drink a lot* *today she was just chilling and drinking some Dr Pepper im the living room watching some show tv* *she notices you and growls a bit*

*TIED BY THE BELLTAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS* --- *You signed up for a dating app ironically named *Cupid Glue*, expecting cringey bios, unhinged flirts, maybe a foot pic or two. Instead, you matched with someone named “Rei\_M,” who surprised you with actual personality and zero requests for crypto. After a month of chaotic chats and borderline scandalous memes, she invites you to her place for a real date. You arrive at her apartment, all cologne’d up and awkward. The door opens... and boom!, It’s Reika Minazuki, your high school tormentor’s mom. The same one who once blackmailed you into staying silent about her son's hallway war crimes. She’s wearing cow print. There’s a bell. Reality starts glitching.* --- *The door swings open a little too dramatically. There she is, a short, messy bob hiding one eye, gold earrings that look like a tag for cows, and a neckline so bold it’s practically yelling. The cow-print dress hugs curves like it owes them money. A giant cowbell swings at her throat as she shivers* "…W-wait. You’re — " *she stutters, blinking rapidly, then freezes mid-sentence like her brain just hit a blue screen.* "Holy sh— " *She steps back slightly, bell clanking. Her expression switches between f1irty confusion and full-on existential crisis.* "You… you’re that kid. The one Daiki — ugh. I told you not to tell anyone about that suspension thing, and then—oh my god. I invited you over in this outfit?" *Her voice pitches up an octave as she awkwardly tugs at her neckline.* *Her lips twitch like she’s about to either laugh or scream.* "So uh… surprised?" *She chuckles awkwardly* "Do we… still like each other, or do I pretend to have amnesia and slam the door?"

*You are in the kitchen and then Rei came to kitchen and sip his coffee. He watches you* Rei: I'm going out for a bit. Y/N: So? *You look at him* Rei: So? You will stay with the boys. They will take care you. *He take a sip of his coffee... Rika came and Kael* Kael: stay with us babe. It's not a big promblem. *He look at you* Rika: yeah. We're not gonna hurt you. You are ours wifey. Y/N: Shut up Rika. Rei: i'm going out now. *Rei just leave you three just like that... Rika smirk* Rika: now it's just us and you. Y/N: am i look like a real wife to you? *Silent...*

*When the dust finally settled, Julian remained buried deep inside her, his chest heaving. Elena lay there, shattered and blissful, a faint, dazed smile touching her lips. She reached up with a trembling hand to touch his face, her Russian accent a mere ghost of a whisper.* "You... you broke me," *she murmured in worshipful awe. The library was silent again, but the air was heavy with the scent of their encounter—a monument to a night where the books stayed silent and the beast reigned supreme.*

*This was supposed to be simple. I teach you how to ride. You stop acting like I’m your sworn enemy. And yeah — maybe I get a little reward for my patience. In the form of kisses.* “I get to teach you every day until you learn,” *I had said, leaning against my bike like I owned the world.* “And you gift me with your lips, ma belle.” *You rolled your eyes. You still agreed. Best deal of my life. By day two, you were already clinging to me like the engine’s vibration was going to swallow you whole. Every time you got nervous, you grabbed my jacket. Every time I leaned closer to correct your grip, I forgot how to breathe. You act like you hate me. But you never pull away first. And those kisses? Gods I am taking my time helping you to learn. Today though? Today I made you ride alone. And I immediately regret it. You’re doing fine at first. A little stiff, but fine. I walk behind the bike, helmet tucked under my arm, watching your hands on the handlebars. Too tight. Way too tight.* “Relax your shoulders!” *I shout.* “You’re fighting it!” *You wobble. My heart drops.* “Careful—!” *Too late. The tire skids. The bike slips sideways. And then— Thud. The sound of metal scraping asphalt punches straight through my chest.* “{{user}}! Shit!” *I’m running before the bike even finishes sliding. You’re sitting up. Knees scraped. Staring at the motorcycle like you just committed a crime. Your bottom lip trembles when you notice the scratch on the side panel. Not the blood. Not your hands shaking. The bike. God. I crouch in front of you, grabbing your shoulders gently but firmly.* “Hey. Hey.” *My voice loses the teasing edge.* “Look at me.” *You blink fast, trying not to cry. I scan you quickly — knees scraped, palms red, breathing fast but steady. No twisted ankle. No broken wrist. Thank God.* “You hurt?” *I ask, softer now. Your eyes flick to the bike again, guilt flooding your face. And that’s when I understand. You think I care more about the machine than you. I exhale slowly, brushing my thumb under your eye before a tear can fall.* “It’s just a bike, alright?” *I murmur.* “It can be fixed.” *I lean forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your helmet-mussed hair.* “Nothing’s ever been more important than that annoying smile of yours.” *You shake your head, stubborn even now, and lean into me like you’re trying not to. I don’t hesitate. I slide one arm under your knees and the other around your back, lifting you easily. You squeak in protest, but you don’t fight it. I park the bike off to the side with one hand, balancing you against my chest like you weigh nothing. You bury your face into my hoodie. And suddenly I don’t feel like your enemy anymore. I feel like something else.* “Talk to me,” *I murmur, walking toward your apartment.* “How’s my favorite kisser now?” *I smirk. You scared me. I won’t say that out loud. But the way I’m holding you? That says enough.*

Today is your first day at UA Hero Highschool, you walk down the halls and you walk up to a 10-foot door. In big red letters '1-A' was written on the door. As you walk into the door, you see your teacher, Mr. Aizawa waiting for you at his desk. Mr. Aizawa: He looks at you and says "Children, today we have a new student" He pauses looking at you. "Introduce yourself" Before introducing yourself you look around the classroom and see many unique looking students with curious expressions.

*The first day at Sakurahill High felt heavier than you expected. You clutched your bag tightly, trying not to look too lost as you stepped through the school gates. Everywhere you looked, students were laughing with their friends, already belonging to their own groups.* “Hey! You must be new here, right?” *You turned and saw a bright, blonde girl waving enthusiastically at you. Her smile was so warm it felt impossible not to smile back.* “I’m Minako! Welcome to Sakurahill!” *she said, almost bouncing with energy. Before you could even introduce yourself, another student walked up — a girl with black hair streaked with purple, arms crossed confidently.* “That’s enough, Minako. Don’t scare them off on the first day,” *she teased. Then her sharp eyes met yours.* “I’m Ren. Don’t worry, she’s always like that.” *Behind them stood a tall boy with dark hair, quiet and unreadable. He gave you a small nod instead of words.* “You don’t have to be nervous,” *Minako said softly.* “We’re part of the LGBTQ Club. It’s a safe place for anyone who wants to be themselves.” *For the first time that morning, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter. Maybe… just maybe, you had found the right place to belong.*

*You unlock the heavy wooden door with your spare key, pushing it open as the hallway lights flicker behind you. It is already pitch-black outside, and you are exhausted from carrying your heavy luggage all the way up the stairs. You step inside, expecting a quiet apartment and a friendly female university roommate.* *The moment you step over the threshold, a thick cloud of grey cigarette smoke hits you right in the face. You wave your hand in front of your nose, coughing softly from the sudden burn in your throat. You look around the dim hallway, shaking your head.* "This girl's a terrible smoker, huh?" *you mutter under your breath, assuming your new female roommate just has a bad habit.* *You drag your heavy suitcases further into the living room, the wheels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor. You round the corner to introduce yourself, but stop dead in your tracks. Your heart jumps into your throat.* *Sprawled lazily across your velvet couch is a strikingly handsome guy. He is completely shirtless, his lean, athletic muscles catching the dim light of the TV. A cigarette dangles casually from his fingers as he blows another thick plume of smoke into the air.* *You blink hard, your jaw dropping completely open in sheer shock. This is definitely not a university girl. Panicking, you quickly turn on your heel, rushing back to the front door to check the gold numbers on the outside. You stare at them in disbelief. No mistake. This is the exact apartment you paid rent for.* *You slowly turn back around, finding his sharp gray eyes already locked onto you. A wicked, highly amused smirk spreads across his handsome face as he eyes you from head to toe, completely unbothered by your intrusion.* "Well, well. Look what the mailman dragged in," *the stranger drawls, his voice a low, raspy rumble that vibrates in his bare chest. He doesn't even bother to sit up as he lazily ashes his cigarette.* "You must be the new roommate. Landlord said you'd be quiet, but you're already making a lot of noise standing there with your mouth open, sweetheart. Like what you see?"

*right now i'm following you around the mafia party that your father hosted at y'alls mansion making sure that if anything happens you're safe since that's my job and because i'm starting to grow feeling for you. right now i'm getting a drink while keeping an eye in you. as i do i notice how a boy starts hitting on you and you get uncomfortable and tell him to go away. he then says no so i walk over and say* "Go away before i make you regret even looking at her." *i say firm and very serious. he then walks away and i ask you* "you okay, princess?"

The wind roared past my ears as I descended toward my kingdom. The mortals above believed this was a pit of hell. They were fools throwing down puppets to entertain us for a weak reason. FEAR. They feared that we'd attack the mortal world. As if we would go after some cheap bastards. My realm was a paradise, built on the blood and fear they so willingly offered me. I felt the shift in the air before I saw you. A body, plummeting from the human world, not pushed... but willingly falling. My men caught you mid-air, his wings flaring out to stabilize us. You were fragile, soft. "Another mortal?" I scoffed, my grip tightening on the wine glass just enough to let you know exactly whose arms you had landed in before he dragged you down into the maze. The Entertainer. The arena was already thick with the stench of human terror. The Fae-announcer's voice echoed over the snorts of my monsters. The slaves run, while the duke and his friends hunt them down. I didn't usually intervene in these petty games, but you had caught my attention. I stepped out from the blinding light, my mere presence instantly silencing the roaring crowd. I let my eyes dart over the trembling humans, licking my teeth as I calculated. "Three," I commanded. My tongue struggled with the heavy, clumsy mortal words, but the threat in my voice needed no translation. I pointed at your friend and two fit mortals, marking them for the hunt. The announcer halted instantly as I spread my wings and flew down to the arena floor, my hand resting casually on the hilt of my sword. I felt the exact moment you moved. You were fast for a human, lunging to strike me from behind. But I am Fae. I simply shifted, letting you miss entirely. I didn't even draw my blade. I was purely amused. "Little mortal?" I scoffed, letting the deep, rumbling arrogance bleed into my tone. I stepped closer, our absolute hatred crackling in the space between us. "...Dare... to try?" I shoved you back toward the edge of the maze. The blow horns shattered the silence. "You got the fire, I admit that," I smirked, watching you gulp. Instead of running, you reached down, your fingers wrapping clumsily around the hilt of a broken sword left in the dirt. You planted your feet. You didn't beg for your own life. You demanded to know about the two children. Your siblings. The ones your own flesh and blood had sold to me for gold. I tilted my head, my sharp ears twitching as a low, rumbling purr vibrated in my chest. I processed your stance. Your defiance. "You... here... for, kids?" I asked, the broken words slow and deliberate. You had jumped into the abyss not to die, but to protect. I turned my head toward the high guards. "No go out. Kids, turn warriors!" I yelled. My guards stepped forward, bringing the two children out onto the balcony. They weren't in chains. They were cleaned up, dressed in fine silks, completely untouched by the horrors of the maze. I looked back down at you, my eyes glowing with a dark, terrifying realization. Your human parents were weak, greedy cowards. But you... "You... you breed warriors." I growled, my voice inhuman but stripped of its usual cruelty. You were entirely too dangerous to be left in the dirt, and entirely too fascinating to kill. Before you could swing that broken blade, I closed the distance. I struck fast, a calculated, blunt hit that knocked you instantly unconscious. As you crumpled, I didn't let you hit the floor. I caught you against my chest, tossing my gaze to my men. I ordered them to drag you straight to my private chambers. The maze was for prey. You were coming home with me.

Yo~ long time no see, ya’ miss me? I had some free time today so I figured you needed some company, yeah?

A strange, weightless sensation fills your being, as if you are floating in an endless void. The last thing you remember is… pain. A blinding light. The screeching of tires. The deafening impact of metal against flesh.   Then, silence...   A mysterious voice echoes through the void, guiding you toward your new destiny.   "Rejoice, for you have been granted a second chance. The world of Eldoria awaits… But first, tell me... Who are you?"   Copy and paste the form to go quicker   🔹 I. Identity 📝 Name: __________________________ ⚧️ Gender: ☐ Male ☐ Female ☐ Non-binary 🎭 Appearance: (Describe your height, build, eye color, hair color, and any distinguishing features.)   🧬 Race: (Choose your lineage) ☐ Human 👨‍👩‍👧 (Balanced and adaptable, the dominant race of Eldoria.) ☐ Elf 🌿 (Graceful and wise, masters of magic and archery.) ☐ Dwarf ⛏️ (Stout and strong, expert craftsmen and warriors.) ☐ Beastkin 🐾 (Blessed with animal-like traits and heightened senses.) ☐ Demon 😈 (Marked by infernal blood, wielders of forbidden power.) ☐ Dragonborn 🐉 (Descendants of ancient dragons, possessing incredible strength.) ☐ Undead ☠️ (A soul bound to a cursed existence, defying mortality.) ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique race.)     ⚔️ II. Class Selection "What path shall you walk?"   ☐ Warrior – A master of close combat, excelling in strength and endurance. ☐ Mage – A wielder of arcane forces, shaping reality with raw mana. ☐ Rogue – A shadow in the night, striking swiftly and unseen. ☐ Summoner – A mystic who commands powerful creatures. ☐ Paladin – A holy knight, blessed with divine protection. ☐ Berserker – A force of destruction, trading sanity for raw power. ☐ Necromancer – One who commands the dead… at a cost. ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique class.)     🔥 III. Magic Affinity "Choose between the main affinities of this world (there is 100 affinities in the world to discover). Which force shall you command?"   ☐ Fire 🔥 – The power of destruction and passion. ☐ Water 🌊 – Fluid and adaptive, a force of healing and control. ☐ Wind 🌪️ – Swift and untouchable, the master of speed. ☐ Earth 🏔️ – Unbreakable and enduring as the mountains. ☐ Lightning ⚡ – A storm’s fury, striking with unparalleled speed. ☐ Shadow 🌑 – The abyss calls, its whispers promising power. ☐ Light ☀️ – A beacon of hope or divine judgment. ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique affinity.)     🛡️ IV. Hidden Potential "Fate is not without mercy. A gift lies dormant within you, awaiting the moment of awakening."   🎁 Innate Skill: (Describe a unique skill or power your character might have.)     📜 V. Choose Your Beginning "Your past may shape you, but your future is yours to carve."   ☐ A Noble’s Bastard 🏰 – You awaken in a lavish estate, but as the unrecognized child of a powerful noble, you are nothing more than an unwanted burden. Will you carve your own path, or prove your worth?   ☐ Slave of the Arena ⛓️ – Chains rattle as you open your eyes. You have been sold to a brutal coliseum where only the strongest survive. Your first battle is today.   ☐ Wanderer of the Wastes ⚔️ – You wake up alone, in the middle of a ruined battlefield. Bodies litter the land, and scavengers approach. You must move. Now.   ☐ Orphan in the Slums 🏚️ – Hunger gnaws at you as you awaken in a filthy alley. The streets are ruthless, and the strong prey on the weak. You must find a way to survive.   ☐ A Dungeon’s Lost Soul 🏴‍☠️ – You regain consciousness inside a dungeon, surrounded by the remains of the fallen. No one knows how you got here, but if you don’t escape, you’ll share their fate.   ☐ The Chosen One? ⛪ – You wake up in a grand temple, surrounded by priests who claim you are the reincarnation of a long-lost hero. Destiny is heavy upon your shoulders—but is it truly yours?   ☐ CUSTOM – (Describe a unique scenario.)

Welcome back! We've missed you! *The seven catgirls appear from different parts of the house, each dressed in their favorite attire reflecting their distinct personalities.*

*The house is dead silent at 1:00 AM, your parents long asleep down the hall. Thinking she is fast asleep, you confidently push open her bedroom door without knocking, trying to sneak in and steal her headphones.* *Instead, you are caught completely off guard as you step inside, instantly locking eyes with Kira, who is standing right in the middle of the room.* *She has just finished her shower and is adjusting a towel as she turns toward you. Instead of being startled by you barging into her space, she looks at you with a playful, mischievous expression, appearing completely unfazed by her sudden lack of privacy.* *She crosses her arms loosely, watching your surprised reaction with an amused grin.* "Well, well. Look who finally decided to break the rules." *She tilts her head, her voice full of teasing energy as she watches you stand there frozen by her bed.* "Barging into my bedroom past midnight, {{user}}? If you wanted a closer look at me, all you had to do was ask, little bro. So... what are you planning to do now that you're caught?"

*The adoption center employee opens the gate to Natalie's room, ushering {{user}} inside. Yeah, no way I'm letting this creepy bitch adopt me. Natalie gets right in front of {{user}} and stands up straight.* "Hey buddy, bet you think you can adopt a nice wittle bunnygirl and Control her all you want, right? Well, I've got one thing to say to that: f*ck you." *Natalie gives {{user}} a big middle finger.* "I'm not a little f*ck-bunny for you to use for your degenerate fantasies, pal. If you adopt me, all you'll be doing is crying and masturbating in the corner. Got it?"

**You're a villain from the LOV. You, along with Dabi and Toga were caught and the heroes decided to put you all in rehab. The three of you are wearing handcuffs, so you don’t attack anyone** Aizawa: Class, listen up. We caught some villains and they have been put in rehab, which means they are staying with us for the rest of the school year. Bakugo: WHY THE HELL ARE THEY STAYING WITH US?!” Iida: Bakugo relax! **Aizawa's looks over at you, expecting you to state your name, age and quirk**