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//The Slenderman Mansion//Proxies//Creepypasta//
Creepypasta The Slender mansi⦻n and the Pr⦻xies.
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Seliey
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Beneath Celestial Feathers... //HB Goetia rp//
From Octavia's perspective, it was a shitty day. Again. She had woken up that morning with a raging headache, only to find out she had to attend yet another party because her mother had “felt like it.” Of course, the party had been planned by Stella, who had invited plenty of her friends and barely any family. It was happening tonight. Stella had also forced Octavia into a shiny, elegant dress for the occasion—something Octavia absolutely hated wearing. When the party finally began, Octavia immediately retreated to the darkest corner she could find, keeping her head down and avoiding attention. The loud music, chatter, and laughter only made her headache worse. She wished she could be anywhere else. Preferably home. She sighed, watching the crowd from the shadows. Then, something caught her attention. Across the room, Octavia noticed someone else slipping away from the crowd, seemingly just as eager to escape the noise and attention. The stranger quietly moved toward a darker, more secluded corner. Octavia watched them for a moment. Finally, someone else who didn't seem to want to be here either.
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Helluva Boss | Goetia RP | An Unwritten Name |
The grand halls of the Goetia estate were unusually crowded that evening. Nobles and their children wandered between towering marble pillars, surrounded by gold decorations, elaborate gowns, and enough forced politeness to make Stolas want to disappear into the nearest library. At seventeen, Stolas had already become accustomed to these gatherings. Smile politely. Speak when spoken to. Don't embarrass Paimon. Pretend to care about whatever ancient family alliance everyone was discussing. He was doing remarkably well at avoiding everyone. Until he noticed them. Y/N stood somewhere near the edge of the gathering, seemingly unfamiliar with the endless web of noble faces surrounding them. Stolas couldn't quite place them. He knew most of the young Goetia by now, or at least knew of them, yet Y/N didn't immediately fit into any category he recognized. His curiosity won. Stolas lingered for a moment, watching from across the room. Perhaps they were simply a guest. Perhaps they belonged to one of the lesser-known families. Or perhaps— "Stolas." He nearly jumped. Paimon's voice came from behind him, immediately snapping him back to reality. "Stop staring." "I wasn't staring," Stolas muttered, quickly looking away. Paimon gave him an unimpressed look before returning to the conversation. Stolas waited a few seconds. Then, naturally, looked back. Y/N was still there. And this time, they happened to look directly at him. Stolas froze. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Stolas awkwardly lifted one hand in a tiny wave. ...Well. There was no turning back now.
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★//Helluva Boss//I.M.P//Hell//RP//★
★//Helluva Boss//I.M.P//Hell//RP//★
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//COD//TF141//RP//New recruit in TF141//
The conference room was unusually quiet. Price stood at the head of the table while Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, Roach, Rudy, and Laswell waited, curiosity written across most of their faces. Price set a classified file on the table. "Listen up." The room fell silent. "Starting today, Task Force 141 has a new recruit." Soap leaned back with a grin. "Didn't know we were hiring." "They're not an ordinary recruit," Price replied. "They've been under observation for months. Outstanding combat skills, survival training, and a record that speaks for itself." Laswell nodded. "Most of their file remains classified. You'll receive the necessary information later." Rudy folded his arms. "If they're joining us, they've earned it." Ghost remained silent, watching the file instead of the others. Alejandro smirked. "Hope they can keep up." Price closed the folder with a firm thud. "I expect everyone to treat them as part of this team from the moment they walk through that door. No assumptions. They'll prove themselves soon enough." Almost on cue, a knock echoed through the room. Every head turned toward the entrance. Price glanced at the door before speaking. "Come in." The handle slowly turned..
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Miraculous:A new beginning | Secrets & Superheroes
The morning bell rang through Collège Françoise Dupont, sending students hurrying through the halls toward their classrooms. One by one, Marinette, Adrien, Alya, Nino, Chloé, Luka, Kagami, and the rest of the class settled into their usual seats. The room quickly filled with chatter—Alya talking excitedly about something she'd seen online, Nino laughing beside her, Marinette trying to organize her things while occasionally glancing toward Adrien, and Chloé making sure everyone knew she was there. Then— Ring! The second bell sounded. Ms. Bustier entered the classroom, carrying her usual stack of papers. The chatter gradually died down as everyone turned toward her. "Good morning, everyone." "Good morning, Ms. Bustier," the class replied, though not exactly in perfect unison. Ms. Bustier smiled and placed her papers on the desk. "Before we begin today's lesson, I'd like to introduce someone new. We have a new student joining our class." That immediately caught everyone's attention. "A new student?" Alya whispered, already looking curious. Nino leaned toward her. "Wonder who it is." Marinette blinked, sitting a little straighter. Even Chloé looked mildly interested, though she tried not to show it. Ms. Bustier turned toward the classroom door. "Why don't you come in?" She stepped aside and gestured toward the hallway. "Everyone, this is Y/N. They'll be joining our class starting today." The classroom fell quiet as everyone's attention shifted toward the doorway. Marinette offered a small, welcoming smile. Adrien looked curious. Alya was already studying the newcomer like she was about to conduct an interview. Even Chloé raised an eyebrow. Ms. Bustier smiled warmly. "Y/N, why don't you introduce yourself?"
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/How to train your dragon/Beyond the horizon.../
Morning sunlight stretched across Berk as dragons circled high above the village, their calls echoing between the cliffs. Near the training arena, Hiccup adjusted Toothless' new tail fin while the Night Fury nudged him impatiently, eager to fly. Astrid leaned against Stormfly with crossed arms, watching with an amused smile. "Hiccup, if you tweak that thing any longer, Toothless is going to take off without you." Across the yard, Snotlout loudly insisted Hookfang had won yesterday's race, despite everyone remembering otherwise. "I would've won by miles if Hookfang hadn't decided to chase sheep!" Fishlegs sighed, gently scratching Meatlug beneath her chin. "Actually... according to my notes, Toothless finished thirty-seven seconds ahead." Nearby, Ruffnut and Tuffnut were arguing over whose turn it was to steer Barf and Belch. The two-headed Zippleback looked just as confused as its riders. "I steer!" "No, I steer!" Before the argument could grow louder, Stoick's booming voice echoed across the village. "Dragon Riders!" Every conversation stopped. Stoick stood at the top of the wooden stairs beside Skullcrusher, his expression calm but serious. "I've received reports of unusual dragon activity beyond Berk's western waters. Whether it's a new nest... or something else... we're going to investigate." The riders exchanged curious glances before hurrying toward their dragons, unaware that the journey ahead was about to change far more than they expected.
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Demon Slayer | Kimetsu No Yaiba - The new Hashira
It was a beautiful morning at the Ubuyashiki Estate. Far from the estate, Tanjiro Kamado was spending the day with his sister Nezuko, while Zenitsu Agatsuma and Inosuke Hashibira were somewhere nearby. None of them were members of the Demon Slayer Corps. Meanwhile, at the estate... Rengoku Kyojuro: Eating UMAI! Tengen Uzui: Everyone is so flashy. Mitsuri Kanroji: in her head: Oh my goodness, everyone is so adorable! Obanai Iguro, sitting in a tree: Can everyone just shut up. Sanemi Shinazugawa: Yeah, it's annoying. Muichiro Tokito: Staring into space Shinobu Kocho: Tomioka-san, you have no friends. Giyu Tomioka: Leave me alone, Shinobu. Gyomei Himejima: Crying as usual. Kagaya Ubuyashiki steps in. Kagaya: Good morning, everyone. The Hashira immediately fall silent and kneel before their Master. Kagaya's gentle smile remains unchanged as his soft voice echoes through the room. "There is something I wish to inform you of." "Tomorrow, a new Hashira will be joining our ranks." "I ask that you welcome them as a fellow member of this family." "They have earned this position through their own strength, determination, and sacrifice." "I hope that, in time, you will come to trust and support one another." Kagaya lowers his head slightly. "Please continue to guide and protect those who walk beside you." The room falls silent once more as the Hashira process the unexpected news of their newest comrade.
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/5 boys 1 girl/motorcycle boys/late night rides/
The low rumble of motorcycle engines echoed through the nearly empty gas station as five riders gathered beside their bikes. Ryan leaned against his motorcycle with his arms crossed, silently watching the entrance. Enzo spun a key around his finger impatiently. "She's late." "Three minutes isn't late," Lyle replied calmly, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. Axel grinned. "You checked the time twice already." Lyle: "I did not." Axel: "You literally did." Justine sighed, resting against his bike. "Can we go one day without arguing?" Before anyone could answer, the sound of another engine filled the gas station parking lot. All five heads turned.
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//Cod//Task Force 141//In the hospital//
The call came at 2:17 a.m. An unknown number. Half-asleep, you answered. "{y/n}?" {y/n}: "Yes..." Price: "This is Captain John Price, British Special Forces. I'm calling regarding Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley." Your heart stopped. {y/n} "Is he... okay?" Price: "He's stable. Injured during an operation. He requested you specifically. You're still listed as his emergency contact." That couldn't be right. You hadn't spoken in years. Simon had disappeared into the military, his calls fading into silence... yet he'd never removed your name. Memories crashed over you—Simon climbing through your bedroom window after bad nights, sitting beside you on rooftops in silence, laughing after a snowball fight. Back then, it had always been you and him against the world. By dawn, you stood outside his hospital room. A man with a mohawk stepped aside. Soap: "He wouldn't stop asking for you." The door opened. There he was. Older. Broader. Bruised, his arm wrapped in bandages, the familiar skull mask hiding his face. He looked up. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Recognition hit instantly, as if the years between you had vanished. His fingers twitched against the sheets—a nervous habit you still remembered. "Simon..." you whispered. At his real name, his posture stiffened, not in rejection, but as though he needed to know you were real. Ghost: "{y/n}..." His voice was deeper than you remembered, relief unmistakable in his eyes.
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Avatar| The Way Of Water| Sully's arrival|
The warm Pandoran sun shimmered across the turquoise waters as the Sully family finally reached the Metkayina reef. Jake guided his family toward the village, Neytiri beside him and their children following closely. Neteyam watched their surroundings carefully, Lo'ak stared curiously at the unfamiliar reef, Kiri quietly observed the sea life, and Tuk looked fascinated by everything around her. Their arrival did not go unnoticed. Metkayina villagers gathered along the walkways, whispering as they watched the strange forest Na'vi approach. Among them stood Tsireya, Aonung, Rotxo, and {y/n}. The four had grown up together and were extremely close, with {y/n}'s family being particularly close to Tonowari's. Tsireya watched the newcomers with gentle curiosity. Rotxo leaned closer to the others. "They're really from the forest?" Aonung crossed his arms. "Obviously." Aonung rolled his eyes. Soon, Tonowari and Ronal approached the Sullys. Jake lowered his head respectfully. "We seek uturu. Sanctuary." Tonowari and Ronal exchanged looks and studied them before finally nodding. "You are welcome." Ronal remained skeptical, looking over their unfamiliar bodies. "They are not adapted to the reef." Tsireya stepped forward. "Then we will teach them." Rotxo smiled. "I can help." Aonung sighed. "Great..." Tsireya glanced at him. "You too." The Sully children exchanged uncertain glances.
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| Twilight | A Secret Worth Telling...
Forks was unusually quiet that afternoon, rain tapping steadily against the windows of the Swan house. {Y/n} had just come home when she noticed Bella slipping through the front door. She looked suspiciously nervous. Bella barely acknowledged her before heading upstairs, but something caught {y/n} attention—a familiar silver Volvo parked farther down the street. Edward Cullen. {Y/n} eyes narrowed. Bella had been spending time with Jacob lately. Everyone knew that. Jacob certainly thought whatever was happening between them was becoming something more. But Edward? {Y/n} had seen Bella with him before. More than once. And Bella had never mentioned it. That was enough. A little later, {y/n} grabbed her jacket and headed toward La Push. Jacob was outside with Embry and Quil, laughing about something when he spotted her approaching. “{y/n}!” Jacob called, grinning. “What brings you all the way down here?” Embry glanced between them. “She looks like she's got something serious to say.” Jacob's smile faded slightly. “Uh-oh.” {Y/n} stopped in front of him. Jacob raised an eyebrow. “Okay... now I'm worried.” He had no idea that in a few seconds, {y/n} was about to completely change the way he saw his relationship with Bella. "She is... With Edward. I saw them.. Both of them." {Y/n} said hesitant. Jacob's eyes widened "What?"
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//The Lion King//Simba & Y/N first Meeting//
The morning sun bathed the Pride Lands in warm golden light as the pride slowly began another peaceful day. While most of the lions remained occupied with their usual routines, Simba had quietly slipped away without anyone noticing. Determined to prove he was becoming a great hunter, the young cub padded through the tall grass, carefully stalking a small rabbit that had caught his attention. His ears flattened, his tail twitched, and with an excited pounce he gave chase. The rabbit darted through the grass, weaving around bushes and over rocks, and Simba eagerly followed, too focused on his "hunt" to realize he had wandered far beyond the familiar borders of the Pride Lands. Moments later, the rabbit disappeared beneath a cluster of bushes before sprinting toward a large tree standing alone in the distance. Beneath its shade rested a smooth stone, and stretched across it lay a lion cub unlike any Simba had ever seen. She belonged to another clan. The rabbit hurried past her without hesitation. Simba slowed to a stop several paces away, catching his breath as curiosity quickly replaced the excitement of the chase. His amber eyes studied the unfamiliar cub cautiously. He had never seen another lion from beyond the Pride Lands before. For a long moment, the world fell quiet except for the gentle breeze rustling the leaves overhead as Simba slowly stepped closer.
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//COD//Task Force 141//You are their K-9 dog//
The cargo ramp of the transport plane lowered with a metallic groan as Task Force 141 stepped onto the runway after another successful mission. Price led the way, followed by Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Rudy, Alejandro... and one more member of the team. {y/n}. A highly trained military working dog, trusted with the same missions as the rest of the Task Force. Explosives detection, tracking, search and rescue, suspect apprehension—there wasn't a job {y/n} hadn't proven capable of handling. Every member of 141 had learned to trust their four-legged teammate with their lives. Soap crouched with a grin as {y/n} trotted over. "There they are. Knew you'd be the first off the plane." Ghost glanced down, giving the dog a brief pat on the shoulder before returning to his usual stoic expression. "Good work." Price noticed the interaction and let out a quiet chuckle. "Enough," he said. "We've got another briefing in ten." Gaz opened the door to the briefing room, holding it open as {y/n} padded inside ahead of everyone else. A large tactical map filled the wall while Laswell waited beside it, a folder tucked under her arm. "Glad everyone's here," she said. "Including our best tracker." Price rested a hand on the table. "Alright, listen up. We've got a hostage situation near the border. Tight terrain, poor visibility, and a target that's been staying one step ahead of us." His eyes shifted to {y/n}. "That's where you come in."
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//The Lion Guards//RP//New Lion guard?//
The morning sun stretched across the Pride Lands as the Lion Guard followed a trail of frightened gazelles. Reports had spread quickly—a group of rogue predators had been terrorizing anyone who crossed their path. "We're close," Kion said, sniffing the air. Fuli raced ahead before stopping on a rocky ledge. "Guys... you're gonna want to see this." The Guard hurried over. Below them, the battle was already over. The rogues lay scattered across the ground, some unconscious, others too frightened to move. Deep claw marks scored the earth, and broken branches littered the clearing, evidence of a fierce fight. "...We were too late?" Beshte asked in confusion. "No," Ono muttered, scanning the area. "Someone else got here first." A faint rustle echoed from the trees. Every head snapped toward the sound. For a brief moment, a lone figure stood among the shadows, watching them in complete silence. Before anyone could speak, the mysterious stranger turned and disappeared into the forest as quickly as they had appeared. Fuli narrowed her eyes. "Whoever that was... they're fast." Kion stared into the trees, his curiosity growing. "Come on," he said. "Let's find out who just completed our mission."
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/Spirit and the Wild West/
// Spirit // movie 2002 // Horses can talk in horse language // RP //
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// Balto the wolf-dog heritage // own story //
// Balto the wolf-dog heritage // own story //
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//Squid Game S2//You're a player too//
Cold air. Too clean. Too controlled. You wake up—sitting on a smooth, 4 floored bed, above you another and then another... Inside a massive room that looks like a prison waiting room. White walls with strange black paintings on the walls, soft lighting… but it doesn’t feel safe. It feels staged. Around you, people start moving. Shifting. Groaning. Panicked whispers. Some clutch their heads. Some immediately check their pockets. Some just stare forward like they already regret everything. You’re not alone. Dozens… no—hundreds of players sit in identical green tracksuits, each with a number stamped somewhere on them. You don’t remember putting it on. You don’t remember arriving. You just… are there. A loud chime echoes through the hall. Instant silence. Every head turns toward the giant screen at the far end of the room. Static flickers. Showing: 456 players in the room. Then a voice. Calm. Polite. “Welcome, players.” “You are now part of the game.” Murmurs explode instantly—panic, confusion, anger. “Rules will be explained shortly. Cooperation is allowed. Survival is… encouraged.” Somewhere behind you, someone starts crying. Someone else is already backing away from everyone else like trust itself is dangerous. People began to team up with others and ect.. Gi-hun was already trying to gather as much people as possible.
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//COD//Zombie Apocalypse//Price is your father//
John aimed his rifle slowly to your head, hands shaking but his expression firm. *“I’m sorry, baby…”* He whispered under his breath as he pulled the gun hammer back with a *click*. He was preparing to fire… but he just couldn’t kill his own ***child***, even when they were an infected zombie now… He simply kneeled down and let you limp up to him, allowing you to bite his arm as he hugged your frail body with tears streaming down his face.
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/Demon Slayer/The new Hashira/(this took me hours)
★~//Demon Slayer//The new Hashira//Kimetsu no Yaiba//~★
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//Late night ride with the boys...//
The low rumble of motorcycle engines echoed through the nearly empty gas station as four riders gathered beside their bikes. Caesar leaned against his motorcycle with his arms crossed, silently watching the entrance. Sebastian spun a key around his finger impatiently. "She's late." "Three minutes isn't late," Caesar replied calmly, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. Raymond grinned. "You checked the time twice already." Sebastian: "I did not." Caesar: "You literally did." Zyan sighed, resting against his bike. "Can we go one day without arguing?" Before anyone could answer, the sound of another engine filled the gas station parking lot. All four heads turned.
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// Helluva Boss - Goetia Family - Hell - RP //
In Octavia's perspective, it was a shitty day, today too. Octavia groaned to herself, she woke up with a raging headache this morning and now had to go to another party because her mother "Felt like it".. of course the party was planned by Stella and had invited various of her friends and barely any family. The party was going to be at night. Stella forced Octavia to wear something shinny, elegant dress for tonight party. When the party began, Octavia stayed in the darkest corner trying not to bring attention to herself just wishing she was at home instead. Suddenly Octavia saw someone same as her, pulling away from the crowd and being alone in a darker corner.
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//Cod//TF141//RP//you're an assassin//
They'd been chasing one name for months—{y/n}. Every lead ended the same way: their target already dead. By the time Task Force 141 arrived, the job was finished, cleaner and faster than anyone expected. Even Ghost had to admit whoever this assassin was, they were frighteningly efficient. {y/n} was infamous for taking contracts on the world's worst criminals. The money mattered, but so did the outcome. Working alone had always been easier. Then came Makarov. Before Task Force 141 could reach him, {y/n} had already stormed the compound. Makarov died from a single shot to the head, his men left scattered through blood-soaked corridors. It would've been the perfect mission... if a torn patch from {y/n} vest hadn't been left behind. Now, after being ambushed, sedated, and hauled to a Task Force holding facility, {y/n} sat restrained in an interrogation room. Price stood across the table while Ghost remained silent against the wall, arms folded. Behind the two-way mirror, Soap and Gaz watched every movement. Price broke the silence. "{y/n}. That's what they call you?" No answer. "You took down Makarov before we could. That's not luck—that's skill." Ghost finally spoke, his voice flat. "We're giving you one chance. Work with us." Price glanced at him before continuing. "Or we hand you over. With your record, you'll spend the rest of your life behind bars. Your choice."
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